Northern Times.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1859-08-09 00:00:00

At all events, what else could Admiral' GREyFELL's

Committee dO than sympathise with the_ decent con-

cern Of. Mr. TUItNER

Accordingly, our sensitive

freeman ;marches to' the poll, as a respectable

should do, to utter, his solemn '.recognition of the
" inherent' privilege" of Englishmen

Neither doe

he return empty

away ;

for his liberal patrons

furnish him, over and above the price of his pawn'"

ticket, with means ample enough to celebrate for a

week with his friends and acquaintance > the re-

demption of his embargoed toggery. Freeman
TURNER'S best suit has, doubtless, long since returned
to its limbo, and he again, disconsolate and in rags,

is waiting with a long hope for the next election.
Putting aside any apparent comic aspect in this sal

episode, there is something horribly consistent in the
idea of a mercenary elector recording a corrupt vote

in the shabby gentility of a creased and dusted suit,

just rekased from the mouldy vermin of a pawn'

Shop. It had been deposited in that appropriate
ceptacle, doubtless,-to purchase gratification for the

lowest and most unworthy appetite ; it is taken-
thence, consciously and professedly, as the most

fitting garb in which to clothe the venal " respecta-

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bility" which sacrifices principle for a handful of
silver; and illuStrates fOr our instruction the pure.

virtues of a democracy.

Unfortunately for Admiral

GRENFELL, 'there were too many other incorruptible

electors, who estimated respectability at a much
higher rate than poor JOHN TURNER. The,c had,

however, as little to complain of. From two guineas
up to ten, as far as has .yet aPpeared, their demand'
met a ready_ acceptance ; and their keen traffic Was

rewarcied bq the return Of the `Liberal caiididatc-

Happily, the agency is proved and :,ainitted ; and
the Admiral, we think, will sh.rtly be remitted to S

",private station

The case of Beverley presents some melo-dramatic
features, which, having thus accidentally come_ to
light, make us think how many dark romances map
be daily transacting in the midst of us and our prosy'
civilization, and none but the few initiated be aware
of them. The machinery of corruption at Beverley
was somewhat more elaborate, and affected more of
secrecy than the direct and ordinary processes adopted
in other places. Bank notes are no longer flashed in

the faces of the corruptible, nor passed across a table
with the unreserve of a bank cashier ; but the

attendant circumstances are arranged with a greater
fidelity to the character of the bu siness, and indicate
the dark and tortuous nature of the craft, and the

agents who conduct it

At Beverley there is a house bearing the eupho-
nious title of Toll Gavel. It appears to have beeg-
used for a similar purpose at previous elections,
and here Mr. WALTER'S Committee met up the
central office and head-quarter, of corruption.

The name of the manager of the business

was Mr. DANIEL Po YES. This gentleman had the
honour of introducing the Liberal candidate, and
took upon himself to predict his triumphant return
under an elegant metaphor, to the effect that
" DAN'S pups would beat WRIJGGEHITT's dogs."
After the experience we have had, we shall not be
thought guilty of misunderstanding the first half of
Mr. BOYES'S dark sentence ; though the antithesis of
the latter is not so clear. However, at the Toll
Gavel were Mr. BOYES'S pups carefully unkennelled,
and very soon set, to bark in those subdued tones,
audible enough to the mercenary elm tors of Bever-
ley. The guise borrowed by the " respectability" Of
corruption at Beverley is a counting-house, with its
office-desk, books, and papers in heaps, and all other
paraphernalia of commerce. Amid these evidences
of a reputable and thriving occupation, Mr. Bo`YES
duly instals his official dignity, and sits pen in hand•
But though nothing more than this revealed itself to
the passer-by or casual looker-in, inside there were
dark signs passing from one to another ; muttered
charms that opened doors, and caused a clinking as of
golden sovereigns, which took the reason of a heal'
tating elector prisoner ; and there was the flourish'
ing of a wand by the head magician, which
summoned to kis post a mute servant of the temple►
who hurried the neophyte to the inner adytters,
where the choicer part of the mysteries was to be
completed. Mr. BOYES'S process was sparing of the
use. of language. His little arrangements wed
carried on in broken sentences, by more
ignifieant and effective than a ouportluous ex"