towards the end of the session of 1836, the hopes of the conservative party were again in the ascendant. the tadpoles and the tapers had infused such enthusiasm into all the country attorneys, who, in their turn, had so bedeviled the registration, that it was whispered in the utmost confidence, but as a flagrant truth, that reaction was at length ‘a great fact.’ all that was required was the opportunity; but as the existing parliament was not two years old, and the government had an excellent working majority, it seemed that the occasion could scarcely be furnished. under these circumstances, the backstairs politicians, not content with having by their premature movements already seriously damaged the career of their leader, to whom in public they pretended to be devoted, began weaving again their old intrigues about the court, and not without effect.
it was said that the royal ear lent itself with no marked repugnance to suggestions which might rid the sovereign of ministers, who, after all, were the ministers not of his choice, but of his necessity. but william iv., after two failures in a similar attempt, after his respective embarrassing interviews with lord grey and lord melbourne, on their return to office in 1832 and 1835, was resolved never to make another move unless it were a checkmate. the king, therefore, listened and smiled, and loved to talk to his favourites of his private feelings and secret hopes; the first outraged, the second cherished; and a little of these revelations of royalty was distilled to great personages, who in their turn spoke hypothetically to their hangers-on of royal dispositions, and possible contingencies, while the hangers-on and go-betweens, in their turn, looked more than they expressed; took county members by the button into a corner, and advised, as friends, the representatives of boroughs to look sharply after the next registration.
lord monmouth, who was never greater than in adversity, and whose favourite excitement was to aim at the impossible, had never been more resolved on a dukedom than when the reform act deprived him of the twelve votes which he had accumulated to attain that object. while all his companions in discomfiture were bewailing their irretrievable overthrow, lord monmouth became almost a convert to the measure, which had furnished his devising and daring mind, palled with prosperity, and satiated with a life of success, with an object, and the stimulating enjoyment of a difficulty.
he had early resolved to appropriate to himself a division of the county in which his chief seat was situate; but what most interested him, because it was most difficult, was the acquisition of one of the new boroughs that was in his vicinity, and in which he possessed considerable property. the borough, however, was a manufacturing town, and returning only one member, it had hitherto sent up to westminster a radical shopkeeper, one mr. jawster sharp, who had taken what is called ‘a leading part’ in the town on every ‘crisis’ that had occurred since 1830; one of those zealous patriots who had got up penny subscriptions for gold cups to lord grey; cries for the bill, the whole bill, and nothing but the bill; and public dinners where the victual was devoured before grace was said; a worthy who makes speeches, passes resolutions, votes addresses, goes up with deputations, has at all times the necessary quantity of confidence in the necessary individual; confidence in lord grey; confidence in lord durham; confidence in lord melbourne: and can also, if necessary, give three cheers for the king, or three groans for the queen.
but the days of the genus jawster sharp were over in this borough as well as in many others. he had contrived in his lustre of agitation to feather his nest pretty successfully; by which he had lost public confidence and gained his private end. three hungry jawster sharps, his hopeful sons, had all become commissioners of one thing or another; temporary appointments with interminable duties; a low-church son-in-law found himself comfortably seated in a chancellor’s living; and several cousins and nephews were busy in the excise. but jawster sharp himself was as pure as cato. he had always said he would never touch the public money, and he had kept his word. it was an understood thing that jawster sharp was never to show his face again on the hustings of darlford; the liberal party was determined to be represented in future by a man of station, substance, character, a true reformer, but one who wanted nothing for himself, and therefore might, if needful, get something for them. they were looking out for such a man, but were in no hurry. the seat was looked upon as a good thing; a contest certainly, every place is contested now, but as certainly a large majority. notwithstanding all this confidence, however, reaction or registration, or some other mystification, had produced effects even in this creature of the reform bill, the good borough of darlford. the borough that out of gratitude to lord grey returned a jobbing shopkeeper twice to parliament as its representative without a contest, had now a conservative association, with a banker for its chairman, and a brewer for its vice-president, and four sharp lawyers nibbing their pens, noting their memorandum-books, and assuring their neighbours, with a consoling and complacent air, that ‘property must tell in the long run.’ whispers also were about, that when the proper time arrived, a conservative candidate would certainly have the honour of addressing the electors. no name mentioned, but it was not concealed that he was to be of no ordinary calibre; a tried man, a distinguished individual, who had already fought the battle of the constitution, and served his country in eminent posts; honoured by the nation, favoured by his sovereign. these important and encouraging intimations were ably diffused in the columns of the conservative journal, and in a style which, from its high tone, evidently indicated no ordinary source and no common pen. indeed, there appeared occasionally in this paper, articles written with such unusual vigour, that the proprietors of the liberal journal almost felt the necessity of getting some eminent hand down from town to compete with them. it was impossible that they could emanate from the rival editor. they knew well the length of their brother’s tether. had they been more versant in the periodical literature of the day, they might in this ‘slashing’ style have caught perhaps a glimpse of the future candidate for their borough, the right honourable nicholas rigby.
lord monmouth, though he had been absent from england since 1832, had obtained from his vigilant correspondent a current knowledge of all that had occurred in the interval: all the hopes, fears, plans, prospects, manoeuvres, and machinations; their rise and fall; how some had bloomed, others were blighted; not a shade of reaction that was not represented to him; not the possibility of an adhesion that was not duly reported; he could calculate at naples at any time, within ten, the result of a dissolution. the season of the year had prevented him crossing the alps in 1834, and after the general election he was too shrewd a practiser in the political world to be deceived as to the ultimate result. lord eskdale, in whose judgment he had more confidence than in that of any individual, had told him from the first that the pear was not ripe; rigby, who always hedged against his interest by the fulfilment of his prophecy of irremediable discomfiture, was never very sanguine. indeed, the whole affair was always considered premature by the good judges; and a long time elapsed before tadpole and taper recovered their secret influence, or resumed their ostentatious loquacity, or their silent insolence.
the pear, however, was now ripe. even lord eskdale wrote that after the forthcoming registration a bet was safe, and lord monmouth had the satisfaction of drawing the whig minister at naples into a cool thousand on the event. soon after this he returned to england, and determined to pay a visit to coningsby castle, feast the county, patronise the borough, diffuse that confidence in the party which his presence never failed to do; so great and so just was the reliance in his unerring powers of calculation and his intrepid pluck. notwithstanding schedule a, the prestige of his power had not sensibly diminished, for his essential resources were vast, and his intellect always made the most of his influence.
true, however, to his organisation, lord monmouth, even to save his party and gain his dukedom, must not be bored. he, therefore, filled his castle with the most agreeable people from london, and even secured for their diversion a little troop of french comedians. thus supported, he received his neighbours with all the splendour befitting his immense wealth and great position, and with one charm which even immense wealth and great position cannot command, the most perfect manner in the world. indeed, lord monmouth was one of the most finished gentlemen that ever lived; and as he was good-natured, and for a selfish man even good-humoured, there was rarely a cloud of caprice or ill-temper to prevent his fine manners having their fair play. the country neighbours were all fascinated; they were received with so much dignity and dismissed with so much grace. nobody would believe a word of the stories against him. had he lived all his life at coningsby, fulfilled every duty of a great english nobleman, benefited the county, loaded the inhabitants with favours, he would not have been half so popular as he found himself within a fortnight of his arrival with the worst county reputation conceivable, and every little squire vowing that he would not even leave his name at the castle to show his respect.
lord monmouth, whose contempt for mankind was absolute; not a fluctuating sentiment, not a mournful conviction, ebbing and flowing with circumstances, but a fixed, profound, unalterable instinct; who never loved any one, and never hated any one except his own children; was diverted by his popularity, but he was also gratified by it. at this moment it was a great element of power; he was proud that, with a vicious character, after having treated these people with unprecedented neglect and contumely, he should have won back their golden opinions in a moment by the magic of manner and the splendour of wealth. his experience proved the soundness of his philosophy.
lord monmouth worshipped gold, though, if necessary, he could squander it like a caliph. he had even a respect for very rich men; it was his only weakness, the only exception to his general scorn for his species. wit, power, particular friendships, general popularity, public opinion, beauty, genius, virtue, all these are to be purchased; but it does not follow that you can buy a rich man: you may not be able or willing to spare enough. a person or a thing that you perhaps could not buy, became invested, in the eyes of lord monmouth, with a kind of halo amounting almost to sanctity.
as the prey rose to the bait, lord monmouth resolved they should be gorged. his banquets were doubled; a ball was announced; a public day fixed; not only the county, but the principal inhabitants of the neighbouring borough, were encouraged to attend; lord monmouth wished it, if possible, to be without distinction of party. he had come to reside among his old friends, to live and die where he was born. the chairman of the conservative association and the vice president exchanged glances, which would have become tadpole and taper; the four attorneys nibbed their pens with increased energy, and vowed that nothing could withstand the influence of the aristocracy ‘in the long run.’ all went and dined at the castle; all returned home overpowered by the condescension of the host, the beauty of the ladies, several real princesses, the splendour of his liveries, the variety of his viands, and the flavour of his wines. it was agreed that at future meetings of the conservative association, they should always give ‘lord monmouth and the house of lords!’ superseding the duke of wellington, who was to figure in an after-toast with the battle of waterloo.
it was not without emotion that coningsby beheld for the first time the castle that bore his name. it was visible for several miles before he even entered the park, so proud and prominent was its position, on the richly-wooded steep of a considerable eminence. it was a castellated building, immense and magnificent, in a faulty and incongruous style of architecture, indeed, but compensating in some degree for these deficiencies of external taste and beauty by the splendour and accommodation of its exterior, and which a gothic castle, raised according to the strict rules of art, could scarcely have afforded. the declining sun threw over the pile a rich colour as coningsby approached it, and lit up with fleeting and fanciful tints the delicate foliage of the rare shrubs and tall thin trees that clothed the acclivity on which it stood. our young friend felt a little embarrassed when, without a servant and in a hack chaise, he drew up to the grand portal, and a crowd of retainers came forth to receive him. a superior servant inquired his name with a stately composure that disdained to be supercilious. it was not without some degree of pride and satisfaction that the guest replied, ‘mr. coningsby.’ the instantaneous effect was magical. it seemed to coningsby that he was borne on the shoulders of the people to his apartment; each tried to carry some part of his luggage; and he only hoped his welcome from their superiors might be as hearty.
