114 NOTES OF THE MOiNTH. 



has been throughout the uncompromising enemy, his Grace's palace 

 at Clumber would by this time have shared the same fate with his 

 castle at Nottingham, and perhaps he and his family have been but 

 too happy to have escaped by its light. The people of England have 

 awakened from their long trance they demand, not indeed indemnity 

 for the past, but a guarantee for the future ; and fortunately there 

 are men in the Government sufficiently enlightened to foresee the dis- 

 astrous termination to a struggle against the just demands of an incensed 

 people. 



The Conservatives complain, that the great cause of their defeat, 

 and almost total dispersion, is occasioned by the want of union 

 amongst their own party a new edition of " Family Jars." The 

 first blow they trace to the celebrated division in the House of Lords, 

 and previously to the late elections several became miraculously con- 

 verted. We place no faith in their sincerity. If they are not true to 

 each other, v they will hardly be true to us. However, it is whimsical 

 to hear the lackadaisacal condolence passing between the Morning 

 Post, the Standard, and the Albion. The occasional lament over the 

 degeneracy of their race the tear-bedewed cambric passing rapidly 

 round the gleam of joy that ever and anon cheers them when the 

 return of a Tory member, by bribery and intimidation, reminds them 

 of " the good old times I" and then the grand Conservative thun- 

 derer, the Age, with its " long Tom a' midships," mowing down 

 weekly both friends and foes. 



Poor Tories ! How like they are to blind benighted beggars, 

 groping about for their lost spoil, and in their disappointed fury 

 quarrelling and becrutching each other with the most diabolical ear- 

 nestness. It argues a happy time for honest men when rogues dis- 

 agree. 



It seems marvellous to us, that a certain number of otherwise 

 doubtless respectable gentlemen, should so far impose upon them- 

 selves as to believe they can add to their respectability one jot, by 

 proclaiming themselves candidates for parliament, without the slight- 

 est chance of success. For twenty miles round London, the literary 

 competition of candidates cannot fail to impress the uneducated with 

 reverence for the attainments of their superiors. The walls, hitherto 

 monopolized by a set of unprincipled adventurers, are thrown open 

 to an enlightened public. Young ladies and gentlemen in boarding 

 schools can take their lessons as they walk. ELEGANT COATS and 

 HUNT'S MATCHLESS are no longer the exclusive subjects for their 

 edification ; RUSH TO THE POLL, and BRISCOE FOR SURREY, will 

 now become household terms. The Sunday and Charity school chil- 

 dren have already derived an important advantage they no longer 

 spell Candidate with a K. 



Names hitherto unknown to fame have started up in rapid succes- 

 sion " mute inglorious Miltons" perchance, or embryo patriots. One 

 Mr. Jeffrys T. Allen and a Mr. Somebody- else have opposed the 

 members for East Surrey, with what chance of success the result of 



