The New era. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1865-1871, 1865-09-21

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In the year 100 the little Duke Of
Gloucester, the last ofPoor Queen Anne's
children died, and the folks of Hanover
straightWay became Of pfodigious I'M
portanee in England. The Eleetress
Sophia VAS declared the next in success
sion to the English throne. George Louis
was created Duke Of Cambridge; grand
deputati0ns were sent over from our
country to Deutschland: but Queen
Anne, whose weak heart hanlered after
her relatives at st. Germans, never
could be get to allow her cousin, the
Elector Duke of Cambridge, to come and
pay his respects to her Majesty, and take
his seat in her House Of Peers. Had the
Queen lasted month longer; had the
English Tories been as bold and resolute
as they We're clever and crafty; had the
prince whom the nation loved and pitied
been equal to his fortune, George Louis
had never talked German in st. JameS's
Chapel Royal.
When the crown did come to George
Louis he was in no hurry about putting
it on. He waited at home for a while;
took an effecting farewell of his dear
Hanover and Herrenhausen; and set out
in the most leisurely manner to ascend
'sthe throne of his ancestors as he called
it in his first speech to Parliament. He
brought with him a compact body of
Germans, whose society he loved, and
whom he kept round the royal person.
He had his faithful German chamber
lains; his German secretaries; his ne
groes; captives of his bow and spear in
Turkish wars; his two ugly, elderly
German favorites, Mesdames Of Kiel-
mansegge and Schulenberg, whom he
created respectively Countess of Darling
tonand Duchess OF Kendall. The Duchess
was tall and lean of stature, and hence
was irreverently nicl<named the may
POLE The Countess was large-sized
Was denominated the Elephant. Both
of these ladies loved Hanover and its
delights; clung round the linden-trees
Of the Great HerfenhaQsen avenue, at
first would not Quit the place. Schulen-
berg, in fact, could not come on account
Of her debts but finding the Maypole
Wouldnot come, the Elephant packed up
her trunk and slipped out of Hanover
unwieldly as she was. On this the May
pole straightway put herself in motion,
and followed her beloved George Louis
One seems to be speaking OF Captain
Macheath, and Polly, and Lucy. The
King we had selected; the courtiers who
came in his train; the English mobiles
who came to welcome him, and on many
of whom the shrewd old eynic turned
his bacll-I protest it is a wonderful sfl-
tirical picture! am q citizen waiting
at Greenwich pier, say, and crying hur-
Tah for King George; and yet | can
scarcely keep my countenance and help
laughing at the enormous absurdity Of
this advent!
Here we are, all on our knees. Here
is the Archbishop of Canterbury pros
trating himself to theh of his church,
with Kielmansegge and Schulenberg
with their ruddled cheeks grinning be-
hind the defender Of the faith. Here is
my lord Duke OF Marlborough llneeling
too, the greatest warrior of all times; he
VINO betrayed King William-betrayed
King james U.-betrayed Queen Anne
betrayed England to the French, the
Elector to the Pretender,-the Pretender
to the EIector; and here are my Lords
Oxford and Bolingbrolze. the latter Of
whom has just tripped up the heels of the
former; and if Il months moretime had
been allowed him, would have had King
Jamesat Westminster. The great Wing
With proper decorum and ceremony
but yonder keen old schemer knows the
value of their loyalty. "Loyalty,o he
must think, ''as applied to met is
absurd! There are fifty nearer heirs to
the throne than am. | am butan acct
dent, and you fine Wing gentlemen take
me for your own sake, not for mine.
You Tories hate me; you archbishop,
smirking on your knees, and prating
about Heaven, you know l don't care a
fig for your Thirty-nine Articles, and
can't understand word of your stupid
sermons. You, my Lords Bolingbroke
and Oxford know you were con-
spring against me a month ago; and
you, my Lord Duke of Marlborough
you would sell me, or any man else, if
you found your advantage in it. Come,
my good Melusina, come, my honest
Sophia, let us go into my private room,
and have some oysters and some Rhine
wine, and some pipes afterward let us
make the best of our situation; let us
take what we can get, and leave these
bawling, brawling, lying English to
shout, and fight, and cheat, in their own
way!"
If Swift had not been committed to
the statesmen of the losing side, what a
fine satirical picture we might have had
of that general sauce qati peaN among the