pungency worthy of his son, that
"nothing but Yonge's character could keep down his parts, and nothing
but his parts support his character;" but, whatever might be his
character, it is certain that his parts served him well, for though but
four-and-twenty years in Parliament, he was twice a Lord of the
Treasury, a Lord of the Admiralty and Secretary at War, finishing with
the then very lucrative situation of Vice-Treasurer of Ireland. For the
more honorary part of his distinctions, he had the Ribbon of the Bath,
was a Privy Councillor, and was appointed Lord Lieutenant of
Carnarvonshire.

We now return to Murray. It was moved that he should appear before the
House on his knees. Walpole's description is very graphic. "He entered
with an air of confidence, composed of something between a martyr and a
coxcomb.

"The Speaker called out, Your obeisances, sir, your obeisances, and
then, sir, you must kneel. He replied, Sir, I beg to be excused, I never
kneel but to God. The Speaker repeated the command with great warmth.
Murray answered, Sir, I am sorry I cannot comply with your request: I
should in any thing else. Speaker cried, Sir, I call upon you again to
consider of it. Murray answered, Sir, when I have committed a crime, I
kneel to God for pardon, but I know my own innocence, and I cannot kneel
to any one else. The Speaker ordered the Serjeant to take him away and
secure him. He was going to reply, but the Speaker would not suffer him.
The Speaker then made a representation to the House of his contemptuous
behaviour, and said, However you may have differed in the debate, I hope
you will be unanimous in the punishment.

"Then ensued a long, tedious, and trifling succession of speakers,
finishing by an adjournment at two in the morning."

Then comes another character passing through the magic lantern. The
Mutiny Bill is the back-ground for this caricature. The front figure is
Lord Egmont. John Percival, second Earl of Egmont, seems to have been an
extraordinary compound of the fanatic and the philosopher. He was
scarcely of age, before he had a scheme of assembling the Jews, and
making himself their king. His great talent was, indefatigable
application. He was never known to laugh. He was once, indeed, seen to
smile; but _that was at chess_. His father had trained him to history
and antiquities; and he early settled his own political genius by
scribbling pamphlets. Towards the decline of Sir Robert Walpole's power,
h