ell as their title.

There was an ill-natured story set afloat, that Sir John owed this
promotion to having lent money to the minister; but this was a calumny.
Mr Pitt never borrowed money of his friends. Once indeed, to save his
library, he took a thousand pounds from an individual on whom he had
conferred high rank and immense promotion: and this individual, who
had the minister's bond when Mr Pitt died, insisted on his right,
and actually extracted the 1,000 l. from the insolvent estate of his
magnificent patron. But Mr Pitt always preferred an usurer to a friend;
and to the last day of his life borrowed money at fifty per cent.

The Nabob departed this life before the Minister, but he lived long
enough to realize his most aspiring dream. Two years before his death
the Irish baron was quietly converted into an English peer; and without
exciting any attention, all the squibs of Fitzpatrick, all the jokes of
Hare, quite forgotten, the waiter of the St James's Street club took his
seat in the most natural manner possible in the House of Lords.

The great estate of the late Lord Fitz-Warene was situated at Mowbray, a
village which principally belonged to him, and near which he had raised
a gothic castle, worthy of his Norman name and ancestry. Mowbray was one
of those places which during the long war had expanded from an almost
unknown village to a large and flourishing manufacturing town; a
circumstance, which, as Lady Marney observed, might have somewhat
deteriorated the atmosphere of the splendid castle, but which had
nevertheless doubled the vast rental of its lord. He who had succeeded
to his father was Altamont Belvidere (named after his mother's family)
Fitz-Warene, Lord Fitz-Warene. He was not deficient in abilities,
though he had not his father's talents, but he was over-educated for his
intellect; a common misfortune. The new Lord Fitz-Warene was the
most aristocratic of breathing beings. He most fully, entirely, and
absolutely believed in his pedigree; his coat of arms was emblazoned
on every window, embroidered on every chair, carved in every corner.
Shortly after his father's death he was united to the daughter of a
ducal house, by whom he had a son and two daughters, chrisened by names
which the ancient records of the Fitz-Warenes authorised. His son, who
gave promise of abilities which might have rendered the family really
distinguished, was Valence; his daughters, Joan and Maud. All that
seemed wanting