The New era. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1865-1871, 1865-10-05
GEORGE u, OF ENGEaND.
BIZ WYNN. THACKE FRAY.

u On the afternoon of the 18th of June,
4727, two horsemen might have been
perceived galloping along the road from
chelsea to Richmond. The foremost,
based in the .jack-boots Of the PERIOD
kas a broad-faced, jolly-loolling, and
very corpulent cavalier; but, by the
banner in which he urged his horse,
you might see that he was a bold as we'll
Is a skillful rider. Indeed, no man loved
Ppert better; and in the hunting fields
bf Norfolk no squire rode more boldly
litter the fox, or eheered Ringwood and
6Weettips more Justify than he who now
bhundered over the Richmond road.
a speedily reached Richmond Lodge,
and asked to see the owner of the man.
Sion. The mistress of the house and her
Rlaeiie., to whom our friend was admitted,
Bald he could not be introduced TO the
master, however pressing the business
Knight be. The master was asleep after
his dinner; he always slept after his
dinner: ane woe be to the person Who
interrupted him. Nevertheless, our
stout friend of the jack-boots put the
hffrighted ladies aside, opened the for
Ridden door of the bedroom, wherein
bpon the bed lay little gentleman;
Ind here the eager messenger knelt
Flown in his ijack-boots.
He on the bed started up, and with
many oaths and strong German accent
bsked who was there, and who dared to
disturb him? 5-a
81 am Sir Robert Walpole," said the
messenger. The awakened sleeper hated
Sin Robert Walpole. 81 have the honor
10 announce to your Majesty that your
loyal father, King George L., died at
)snaburg on Saturday last, the 10th
nst.''
"-Da is one big He," roared out his
acred Majesty, King George H.; but
Sir Robert Walpole stated the fact, and
rom that day until three-and-thirty
hame, ruled over England.
athers will under the astonished nose
bf the Archbishop of Canterbury; how
be was choleric little sovereign; how
be shook his fistin the face of his fathers
eourtiers; how he kicked his coat and
wig about in his RACES, and called every
body thief, liar, rascal, with whom he
liffered-you will read in all the history
books; and how he speedily and shrewd-
y reconciled himself with the bold min
ster, whom he had hated during his
father's life, and by whom he was served
kluring fifteen years of his own with adj
mirable prudence, fidelity and success.
But for Sir Robert WaIpole, we should
have had the Pretender back again.
But for his obstinate love of peace, we
Should have had wars, which the nation
was not strong enough or united enough
10 endure. But for his resolute counsels
hnd good-humored resistance, we might
have had German despets attempting a
ianoVerian regimen over US: we should
have had revolt, connection, want, and
yrannous misrule, in place Of quarter
Pf a century of peace, freedom, and ma
erial prosperity, such as the country
peyer enjoyed, until that corrupter OF
parliaments, that dissolute, tipsy cynie,
hat courageous lover of peace and lib
Frty, that great citizen, patriot, ana
statesman governed it.
In religion he was little better than a
leathen; cracked ribald jokes at bigWigS
Pnd bishops, and laughed at High Church
Ind Low. In private life the old pagan
feveled in the lowest pleasures: he pass
fd his Sundays tippling at Richmond /;
md his holydays bawling after dogs,
pr boozing at Houghton with Doors over
beef and punch He cared for letters nc
more than his master did: he judged
human nature so meanly that one i
ashamed to have to own that he was
bright, and that men could be corrupted
Nby means 50 base. But, with his hire