24 ECHOES OF OLD COUNTY LIFE. 



and the crimson and white of Kirkwall, the Grcnvillc 

 green of Lord Nugent and his nephew the Marquis ; 

 the shouting of the partisans,, who filled the streets in 

 thousands, for nearly eight or ten days ; the noise of 

 coaches, post-chaises, and vehicles of every description, 

 passing along the streets — this exciting scene made ^ 

 deep impression on my boyish mind. My father's house 

 was the head-quarters of the Smiths, but he and all the 

 family remained true to our Tory principles. 



Lord Chandos rode into the town on the day of the 

 nomination at the head of at least 700 horsemen, com- 

 posed of county gentlemen, farmers, and village trades- 

 men, all well-mounted and wearing green favours on 

 their breasts or laurel in their hats, and preceded by a 

 band of thirty performers — I will not call them musicians, 

 being selected more as voters than for any proficiency 

 in music ; about twenty green flags fluttered over the 

 procession bearing suitable mottoes in letters of gold. 

 The equestrians were followed by a train of carriages 

 half a mile in length. Mr. Smith, being an old man, 

 came in a carriage and four, followed by an immense 

 cavalcade with two huge flags emblazoned with the 

 family arms and the motto, Tcnax in fide. At the 

 head of the Tory procession was a man dressed as a 

 lace -maker in women's clothes, with a lace-making 

 pillow and bobbins complete, emblematic of the 

 Buckinghamshire staple manufacture ; and all the green 

 fla^s had borders nearlv two inches wide of beautiful 

 lace, for which a large sum of money was paid. At the 

 conclusion, and after the declaration, of the poll, the 

 chairing took place round all the principal streets in the 



