68 Notes of the Month on Jax. 
Lord Liverpool was capable of public business, and retained those prin- 
ciples, there was no rivalry for him to dread. He would have held his 
supremacy to the last hour of his life, and seen the most aspiring ambi- 
tion, or the most vigorous faculties, baffled in every attempt to wrest the 
power from his hands. The loss of such a man is to be lamented as a 
loss to his country, and to human nature. 
Yet he, perhaps, perished at the period most fortunate for his fame. 
The decline of his health had been visible for some years, and with this 
decline his intellectual activity may have shared. It is known that he 
gave himself up to the councils of individuals, whose policy was widely 
different from the English spirit of hisown. He suffered himself,to lose 
sight of the vital necessity of sustaining the religion of the state ; and by 
allowing the singular and fatal anomaly of a divided cabinet on this most 
momentous of all questions, laid the foundation for that monstrous fabric 
of folly and tumult, which we see already raised to a height that menaces 
the constitution. The rumours that the firmness of Lord Liverpool’s 
British feeling was giving way to that importunity which, in the shape of 
confidence and friendship, was labouring for his shame, had begun to 
thicken ; until this excellent and highly respected nobleman was driven 
to the painful expedient of clearing himself by a public declaration. Again 
the rumours were propagated, and the friends of the country were 
beginning to feel renewed alarm. But before any further test could be 
given, Lord Liverpool was struck by that blow from which neither his 
mind nor body ever recovered. After nearly two years of total help- 
lessness, he died suddenly, and, we are glad to say, without a struggle. 
The little Recorder is supposed to be inclined to retire from the trou- 
bles of his Old Bailey life ; and the candidates are calculating how they 
can spend his four thousand a-year. Mr. Denman, who, of course, now 
thinks that any thing can be got by booing, is booing in all quarters for 
the emolument. Mr. Law relies upon the resemblance of his face to the 
late Lord Ellenborough’s, and expects to frighten the aldermen into sub- 
mission. Mr. Bolland, the best humoured antiquarian that has collected 
buttons and autographs for the last fifty years, makes sure of winning 
the aldermanic favour, by sending the board a Queen Ann’s sixpence 
apiece. And Mr. Arabin relies upon that luck, which, after making 
him a judge of the Sheriff’s Court, may make him any thing. 
The Gibraltar fever is going away, for want ef more mischief to do; 
having done all the mischief it could. We, however, trust that those 
“eames whose mismanagement brought it, or suffered it there, will not 
e allowed to escape altogether without investigation. There was a time 
when the plague was confined to the filth, stubborn negligence, and 
desperate avarice of mahometanism. Gibraltar, fifty years ago, knew 
no more of the plague than Pall Mall. But times are changed. By a 
system of negligent abuse the population has been permitted to aug- 
ment to the most hazardous degree, and has become a composition of 
the most hazardous kind. We discharge the present governor and lieu- 
tenant-governor from all share in this abuse, which had strongly attracted 
the public eye long before their command. A multitude of the refuse 
of every population of the Mediterranean have gradually made their way 
into Gibraltar—Spanish smugglers, Moors, the basest description of Jews, 
