While I seemed only intent upon pleasure, I locked in my heart the
consciousness and vanity of power; in the levity of the lip, I disguised
the knowledge and the workings of the brain; and I looked, as with a
gifted eye, upon the mysteries of the hidden depths, while I seemed
to float an idler with the herd only upon the surface of the stream.
--Falkland.
As I walked home, revolving the scene I had witnessed, the words of
Tyrrell came into my recollection--viz. that the cause of Glanville’s
dislike to him had arisen in Tyrrell’s greater success in some youthful
liaison. In this account I could not see much probability. In the first
place, the cause was not sufficient to produce such an effect; and,
in the second, there was little likelihood that the young and rich
Glanville, possessed of the most various accomplishments, and the most
remarkable personal beauty, should be supplanted by a needy spendthrift
(as Tyrrell at that time was), of coarse manners, and unpolished mind;
with a person not, indeed, unprepossessing, but somewhat touched by
time, and never more comparable to Glanville’s than that of the Satyr to
Hyperion.
While I was meditating over a mystery which excited my curiosity more
powerfully than anything, not relating to himself, ought ever to occupy
the attention of a wise man, I was accosted by Vincent: the difference
in our politics had of late much dissevered us, and when he took my
arm, and drew me up Bond-street, I was somewhat surprised at his
condescension.
“Listen to me, Pelham,” he said; “once more I offer you a settlement
in our colony. There will be great changes soon: trust me, so radical
a party as that you have adopted can never come in: our’s, on the
contrary, is no less moderate than liberal. This is the last time of
asking; for I know you will soon have exposed your opinions in public
more openly than you have yet done, and then it will be too late. At
present I hold, with Hudibras, and the ancients, that it is--
“‘More honourable far, servare Civem than slay an adversary.’”
“Alas, Vincent,” said I, “I am marked out for slaughter, for you cannot
convince me by words, and so, I suppose, you must conquer me by blows.
Adieu, this is my way to Lord Dawton’s: where are you going?”
“To mount my horse, and join the parca juventus,” said Vincent, with a
laugh at his own witticism, as we shook hands, and parted.
I grieve much, my beloved reader, that I cannot unfold to thee all the
particulars of my political intrigue. I am, by the very share which fell
to my lot, bound over to the strictest secrecy, as to its nature, and
the characters of the chief agents in its execution. Suffice it to say,
that the greater part of my time was, though furtively, employed in a
sort of home diplomacy, gratifying alike to the activity of my tastes,
and the vanity of my mind; and there were moments when I ventured to
grasp in my imagination the highest honours of the state, and the most
lucrative offices of power. I had filled Dawton, and his coadjutors,
with an exaggerated opinion of my abilities; but I knew well how to
sustain it. I rose by candle-light, and consumed, in the intensest
application, the hours which every other individual of our party wasted
in enervating slumbers, from the hesternal dissipation or debauch. Was
there a question in political economy debated, mine was the readiest
and the clearest reply. Did a period in our constitution become
investigated, it was I to whom the duty of expositor was referred.
From Madame D’Anville, with whom (though lost as a lover) I constantly
corresponded as a friend, I obtained the earliest and most accurate
detail of the prospects and manoeuvres of the court in which her life
was spent, and in whose more secret offices her husband was employed.
I spared no means of extending my knowledge of every the minutest point
which could add to the reputation I enjoyed. I made myself acquainted
with the individual interests and exact circumstances of all whom it was
our object to intimidate or to gain. It was I who brought to the House
the younger and idler members, whom no more nominally powerful agent
could allure from the ball-room or the gaming-house.
In short, while, by the dignity of my birth, and the independent hauteur
of my bearing, I preserved the rank of an equal amongst the highest of
the set, I did not scruple to take upon myself the labour and activity
of the most subordinate. Dawton declared me his right hand; and, though
I knew myself rather his head than his hand, I pretended to feel proud
of the appellation. In truth, I only waited for my entree into the
House, to fix my eye and grasp upon the very situation that nobleman
coveted for himself.
Meanwhile, it was my pleasure to wear in society the coxcombical and
eccentric costume of character I had first adopted, and to cultivate the
arts which won from women the smile which cheered and encouraged me in
my graver contest with men. It was only to Ellen Glanville, that I laid
aside an affectation, which I knew was little likely to attract a taste
so refined and unadulterated as her’s. I discovered in her a mind which,
while it charmed me by its tenderness and freshness, elevated me by
its loftiness of thought. She was, at heart, perhaps, as ambitious as
myself; but while my aspirations were concealed by affectation, her’s
were softened by her timidity, and purified by her religion. There were
moments when I opened myself to her, and caught a new spirit from her
look of sympathy and enthusiasm.
“Yes,” thought I, “I do long for honours, but it is that I may ask her
to share and ennoble them.” In fine, I loved as other men loved--and I
fancied a perfection in her, and vowed an emulation in myself, which it
was reserved for Time to ratify or deride.
Where did I leave myself? as the Irishman said--on my road to Lord
Dawton’s. I was lucky enough to find that personage at home; he was
writing at a table covered with pamphlets and books of reference.
“Hush! Pelham,” said his lordship, who is a quiet, grave, meditative
little man, always ruminating on a very small cud--“hush! or do oblige
me by looking over this history, to find out the date of the Council of
Pisa.”
“That will do, my young friend,” said his lordship, after I had
furnished him with the information he required--“I wish to Heaven, I
could finish this pamphlet by to-morrow: it is intended as an answer
to--. But I am so perplexed with business, that--”
“Perhaps,” said I, “if you will pardon my interrupting you, I can throw
your observations together--make your Sibylline leaves into a book. Your
lordship will find the matter, and I will not spare the trouble.”
Lord Dawton was profuse in his thanks; he explained the subject, and
left the arrangement wholly to me. He could not presume to dictate. I
promised him, if he lent me the necessary books, to finish the pamphlet
against the following evening.
“And now,” said Lord Dawton--“that we have settled this affair--what
news from France?”--
“I wish,” sighed Lord Dawton, as we were calculating our forces, “that
we could gain over Lord Guloseton.”
“What, the facetious epicure?” said I.
“The same,” answered Dawton: “we want him as a dinner-giver; and,
besides, he has four votes in the Lower House.”
“Well,” said I, “he is indolent and independent--it is not impossible.”
“Do you know him?” answered Dawton.
“No:” said I.
Dawton sighed.--“And young A--?” said the statesman, after a pause.
“Has an expensive mistress, and races. Your lordship might be sure of
him, were you in power, and sure not to have him while you are out of
it.”
“And B.?” rejoined Dawton.
VOLUME V.