"This being apprehended, by the aid of our own shortness of figures and the agitated images of the red-breeched only waiting the signal to jump and be at us, there ensued a curious exhibition that would be termed, in simple language, writing to the newspapers, for it took the outward form of letters: in reality, it was the deliberate saddling of our ancient nightmare of Invasion, putting the postillion on her, and trotting her along the highroad with a winding horn to rouse old Panic. * * * She did a little mischief by dropping on the stock-markets; in other respects she was harmless, and, inasmuch as she established a subject for conversation, useful.
"Then, lest she should have been taken too seriously, the Press, which had kindled, proceeded to extinguish her with the formidable engines called leading articles, which fling fire or water, as the occasion may require. * * *
"Then the people, rather ashamed, abused the Press for unreasonably disturbing them. The Press attacked old Panic and stripped her naked. Panic, with a desolate scream, arraigned the Parliamentary Opposition for having inflated her to serve base party purposes. The Opposition challenged the allegations of Government, * * * and proclaimed itself the watch-dog of the country."
At about this juncture the enemy himself stepped in
and announced there never had been any need for the
dog to bark at all:
"So, then, Panic, or what remained of her, was put to bed
again. The Opposition retired into its kennel growling. The
People coughed like a man of two minds, doubting whether he
has been divinely inspired or has cut a ridiculous figure. The
Press interpreted the cough as a warning to Government; and
Government launched a big ship with hurrahs, and ordered
the recruiting-sergeant to be seen conspicuously."
All this would seem sufficient, but it appears that the
real sting after these preliminary pricks, is in the tail.
