s eheu--!

'A sound between a sigh and bray,'

may pronounce the familiar but respectable words, the burial-service of
a time so happy!

Mr. Grancey Lespel would still have been sitting for Bevisham (or
politely at this elective moment bowing to resume the seat) had not
those Manchester jugglers caught up his cry, appropriated his colours,
displaced and impersonated him, acting beneficent Whig on a scale
approaching treason to the Constitution; leaning on the people in
earnest, instead of taking the popular shoulder for a temporary lift,
all in high party policy, for the clever manoeuvre, to oust the Tory
and sway the realm. See the consequences. For power, for no other
consideration, those manufacturing rascals have raised Radicalism
from its primaeval mire--from its petty backslum bookseller's shop and
public-house back-parlour effluvia of oratory--to issue dictates in
England, and we, England, formerly the oak, are topsy-turvy, like
onions, our heels in the air!

The language of party is eloquent, and famous for being grand at
illustration; but it is equally well known that much of it gives us
humble ideas of the speaker, probably because of the naughty temper
party is prone to; which, while endowing it with vehemence, lessens the
stout circumferential view that should be taken, at least historically.
Indeed, though we admit party to be the soundest method for conducting
us, party talk soon expends its attractiveness, as would a summer's
afternoon given up to the contemplation of an encounter of rams' heads.
Let us be quit of Mr. Grancey Lespel's lamentations. The Whig gentleman
had some reason to complain. He had been trained to expect no other
attack than that of his hereditary adversary-ram in front, and a sham
ram--no honest animal, but a ramming engine rather--had attacked him in
the rear. Like Mr. Everard Romfrey and other Whigs, he was profoundly
chagrined by popular ingratitude: 'not the same man,' his wife said of
him. It nipped him early. He took to proverbs; sure sign of the sere
leaf in a man's mind.

His wife reproached the people for their behaviour to him bitterly. The
lady regarded politics as a business that helped hunting-men a stage
above sportsmen, for numbers of the politicians she was acquainted with
were hunting-men, yet something more by virtue of the variety they
could introduce into a conversation ordinarily treating of sport and
the qualities of wines. Her husband seemed to