The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 19: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIES just closed in Paris, leaving the French Republic in the hands of the Jacobins and the Thermidorians ;— and the English armies, underthe Duke of York, had reaped nothing but disgrace from the previous cam- paigns in the Netherlands. The memorable trial of Warren Hastings was then in progress: that of Hardy, Tooke, and Thelwall, the people’s staunch champions, had recently termi- nated in a glorious triumph. The Habeas Corpus Act was suspended: for de- mocratic opinions were spreading rapidly throughout England—and the doctrine of “the divine right of Kings” was falling to a miserable discount. The Ministers were demanding more money to earry on the war against France ;—Wilberforce was agitating the question of the slave-trade:—and the approaching marriage of the Prince of Wales with the Princess Caroline of Brunswick had been an- nounced to the nation. ; This rapid glance at the state of political affairs will not only give the reader an idea of the interesting period at which our tale commences, but is likewise in certain points an indispensable preface to the in- cidents that are to follow. It was, then, in the beginning of January, 1795, and on a fine tosty evening, that a number of bag- men, or commercial travellers, were assembled round a m es he G ht "] ad ju ng th y- T: re al of th its W! ee Wl he lu he e- qt er —_ | 0 ap af di: m pl oy th a- tel ° th a in r in Rw pe ne dc Le a locomotive mummy, so completely was ha enve- loped in great-coats and “comforters,” bustled into the room. “ Holloa, Page—old fellow—how are you?” ex- claimed every voice simultaneously ; and the demand was made with a heartiness of tone and manner which indicated how welcome was the presence of this new arrival to the travellers alrcady assembled at the George and Blue Boar. “ As well as ever, and as hungry as a hunter,” | responded Mr. Page, who, by the assistance of the | Betive waiter, immediately began to extricate him- | self from the mass of upper clothing which he wore. “ But it is a precious sharp evening, I can tet! you! The roads are as hard as iron, and the gir is what might be called quite crisp. Now, John,” he continued, as he threw aside the large woollen article that had enveloped his neck, turn- ing at the same time towards the waiter whom he thus addressed, “ get me a nice steak and oyster sauce; and send Boois with a pair of slippers.” “ Yes, sir,” replied the waiter, immediately af- terwards disappearing to execute the commissions specified. | Room was now made for Mr. Page near the fire; and, having taken his seat, he held his hands close to the cheerful grate until a genial warmth began to pervade his form. He was a man of about five- and-forty, with a thin, sallow, and angular counte- nance, small restless grey eyes, and a good set of teeth. Wis forehead was remarkably high, and his head was bald on the crown; but on each side the bushy iron grey hair stuck out, mingling with the whiskers which, of a somewhat darker hue, met underneath his chin. His entire appearance gave the idea of oneof that bustling kind of persons who are remarkably shrewd in matters of business and know tolerably well how to take care of “ Num- ber One.” “Where do you come from to-day, Page?” in- quired the commercial traveller who had made room for him near the fire, and next to whom he was therefore seated. “I slept at Aylesbury last night, and started for town at nine this morning,” was the answer. “Forty good miles is not such a bad day’s work, © take it: buf you know that I don’t drive the worst bit of horse-flesh on the road. I’ve been out for the last four months, and have not been idle, I can assure you. There are few places in all the Mid- land counties that I have not visited; and I think that my governors, Hodson and Morley, will be pretty well satisfied when I call upon them in Wood Street to-morrow morning with all the fresh or- ders I have got and the monies I have collected.” “ Any news up Aylesbury way ?” asked one of the travellers. “Jam well acquainted with all that part of Buckinghamshire, and feel an interest in it.” “Then perhaps you know Sir Richard Stamford —eh 2” exclaimed Page, becoming suddenly excited, as if he had something of importance to communi- cate, and which was at that moment revived in his wuomory. “T can’t say that I ever saw Sir Richard, to my knowledge,” answered the individual who had pre- viously spoken: “but I know hint by name and all about him, as well as we may be aware of everything in the life of King George himself, without ever having seen his Majesty.” “Then you doubtless consider Sir Richard Stamford to be a very wealthy man?” cried Mr. Page: “and may be you have heard that he isa good husband and deeply attached to his beautiful wife ?” “Those are precisely the opinions I have formad of him,” was the reply. about three miles from Aylesbury ; and I never wag in that town without hearing the people spearing about him—aye, and most favourably too. He is reported to spend a deal of money in the place, and todo a world of good in the shape of charity. Besides, he has a large share in Ramsey and Mar- tin’s bank, which is noted for the accommodation it affords the tradesmen of the town and the far- mers in ail that district of Bucks.” “Is n't it wonderful,” exclaimed Page, his sallow COMING OOOKS “His country seat is . COMM