Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1853-08-17

upon the aStQnISneQ House. SInes speakers inaScu-
line sense is translatng into parliamentary English
the and acted Illusions of the 3.
j. paper asst prospects Of great social good fash
into the 8peaker's SOUL and he pours forth all his
thoughts with the fiery impulsYenesS of enthu-
siast His argument becomes impassioned; his reas-
oning blends into the speakers soul This is the ig-
nted logicthe Greek fire of art-strring eloquence
the tongue to plead for the injured and oppressed
to speak of human anguish. This is the man who
would burn break the shackles of the dusky tribes
of Africa. Those near him the tears bursting
from his eyes-those far off hear the voice falterlng
with sympathy, and the genuine sensibility OF
strong man has magic power over the sympathies
He is CARRYING the House with him. How he revels
in his poweri He realizes to his mind the pleasure
described by anonymous essayist of antiquity
the heart-srrng joy of successful cXtempore speak
ing ed erteap0ralis auaaci9, atque ipstns tena0-
rifatis, eel p7Gci5uG jacunditas est
G7,0ti0rG t0me11 que suG S0Onte nGscuntWr See
the tract DE Oratorabus, commonly bound up
with the works ofTactus but not believed to be from
his pen. Completely carried away himself by his
own enthusiasm and by that which he has raised,
his pulse at fever heat and his heart knocking against
his ribs amid tempest of cheers he sinks back in
to his seat exultant in the glory of stirring to the
very depths the deeplying passions OF the Commons
of England!
Pitts speech now seems like the recollection of
mighty sound in your ear. Fox has left upon you
the impression that he had all the reason and argu
mcnt on his side Pitt gave you little materials for
thinking upon and Fox poured forth masses of
thought. But you do not stop to criticise. Your
eager crowd ofroarng wings who seek to grasp their
champions hand; and you leave the House, aston
ished how of his apparently idle habits, can
show himself the match for Pitt, another prodigy OF
powers-'ra in their separate excellence, wonder
full in their special combination. You wonder still
moro when you find that FoX's speech has scarcely
told upon the division. The minister has gained by
three to one and Foxs glory is to inspire his beaten
party in the hour Of defeat with hopes of future VIC
tory.
Follow the orator as he drives to Bodies where
he sups. There again he is first, revealing in Spirits
not presuming in the least upon his intellectual SUI
periorty. As in the morning atBroolles', so at
Boobies, he is welcomed by all, and makes himself
happy amongst them. Well he is entitled to close
the night with pleasure, and repose from his abours.
Close the night! Who talks of doing it? Why, thou
rustic novice, know that Charley Fox (again he is
Charley is only beginning it! See his counte-
nance beaming with qualification as he drains the
flowing beakers. How he enjoys and takes part in
the rafting talk and vehementy vivacious gayety of
the wits and takers around him! He makes think
of the description by Beaumont of the nights at the
Mermaid:
Heard words that have been
So ni,nble and SO full of subtle fame,
As if that every one from whence they came
Had meant to put his whole wit in jest,
And had resolved to live u fool the rest
OF his dull life.
But what a strange look Fox's face is getting now!
We have not seen him the whole day exhibit that
sinister expression. He fixes his eye Lord Foley
and needs not Courtenay's artificial wit and classical
puns, nor does he mind Blue Hangers" Q4ord Col
crane) aphorsms about the art of dressing Fitz-
patrick's raptures on Roman punch. Even though
fresh news from Newmarket has come tonight, he
does not care about it. We do not like that hard
callous expression; it quite unnatural to his
countenance There is avicious rgidity creeping
it that is very diSpleasing. He mods to Lord Foley
and the pair leave the room after hackney-coach
has been ordered. When the door has been closed
upon them, Courtenay, coarsely enough, with toss
of his head, winks at Lord Besborough, and makes
significant gestures.
And now there is a chorus of sounds echoing the |
refrain, "What man that Fox is, to be sure!" His
talents eXolled to the Skies and the state of his
affairs is commented upon. He has no dotngfthernow
to pay e140,0O0 for his gambling. But he still is
deep the turf and has shares in blood horses ESQ
ate 1890 Fox and his partner had thirty horses
the turf In 1879 it thought that he won at the
Spring Meeting, at Newmarket, 100000. He had |
great confidence in Lord Foleys judgement and his
cards may yet turn up trumps-and better than all,
Billy Pitt may be turned out. Another hour has !
passed away since that joyous supper at the club.
rhe summer morning has dawned, and the early |
are coming into town. The |
sky is streaked with the rising sum- and the cool
lir is refreshing after the heated supperroom For
he ten thousandth time the contrast between the |
calm beauty of nature and the stir and noise of fever
sh passing life upon us, and the heart is touch
3D. But passing down this narrow street |
eading from Jermyn street. what noise is that? Ha!
here is a riot in yonder house. and the door is sud-
leny opened, and a couple of fellows looking like
bandits in servants livery kick out into the street.
amid profuse mprecatons, cheating blackleg. Yes!
t is gaming-hOuse.
Ascend the stairs walk into the second-foor cham
Der, and look upon the horrid scene
Yon jew from Amsterdam is a gamester, noted |
through Europe! Near him is an Irish peer stalking !
the remains of his rack cents. There is Lord Eyre
mont, who thinks the whole set around a pack of |
oickpockets, but still plays on that fine young man,
With frenzy in his face flushed with feverish rage, is
prince blood royal-the Duke of York. And there
IS Fitzpatrick, exhausted in body, and excited in
. shame! there is that Fox on whose |
burning words the senate lately hung enrapturcd!
There is that Fox from whose lips heard the words
Of virtue the precepts of the purest morality and the
altering accents enthusiastic philanthropy him
now, halfmaddened with the 0uri sacr0 tames; See
the gnawing misery in his haggard features and hear
him - but mol We cannot look on The hero |
Of our idolatry has fallen to Our dream of a
demigod vanishes. We will not wait
to the ruined gambler stagger home to the lodg-
ngs where found him last noon; our feelings are
revolted. We have for the moment no patience with
whining sentmentalist who would cry, "Alasl poor
human nature!"
DurcH BUrrER-MAKrNG. There they come the
millz-maid and the boy. The boy is towing little !
boat along the canal, and the maid, with her full
blue petticoat and her pink jacket bedgown, walks
do thnU Sha h1.iOp from he