The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-07-17

stead Sixteen years he reiRDed IN henoVeIS
after which he became, as we ws5 Shon, ons,fender of
the Faith. The wicked old SVunte5s A.St AiaIon
died i'm the wear I7O6. She had lost her slght,
but nevertheless the legend says that sne con,
stantIv saw Konjgsmarck's ghost by her wicked
old bed. And SO there was an end OF her.
I'm The wear 100 the little Duke of Gloucester,
the last of poor Queen Aune's children, died,
ana The folks of Hanover straightway became OF
prodiRious importance In England. The Electress
Sophia was declared the next in succession TO
the English throne. George Louis was created
Duke OF Cambridge; grand dcputations were
sent over from our country to Deutschland; but
Queen Anne, whose weak heart hankered after
her relatives at st, Germans, never could be got
TO allow her cousin, the Elector Duke of Cam.
bridge, to come and pay his respects to her
Majesty, and take his seat in the House of
Peers. Had the Queen lasted month longer;
had the English Tories been as bold and reso-
lutte as they were 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 Chapel Royal.
When the crown did come to George Louis he
was in no hurry about putting il on. He waited
at home for while; took an affecting farewell
OF his dear Hanover and Herrenhausen, and set
out in the most lelsurely manner to ascend
the throne of his ancestor" as he called 1t In
his first speech to Parliament. He brought
with him compact body OF Germans, whose
society be loved, and whom he kept round the
royal person. He had his beautiful German
chamberlains; his German secretaries; his
ish wars; his two ugly, elderly German favortes,
Mesdames of Kielmansegge and Schulenberg,
whom be created respectively Countess OF Dar-
hngton and Duchess of Kendall. The Duchess
was tall and lean of stature, and hence was ire
verently ncknamed the MaypOle. The Countess
was large sized noblewoman, and this elevated
peTsolage was denominated the elephant. Both
of these ladies loved Hanover and it's delights;
clung round the linden trees of the great Her
renhausen avenue, and AT first would not quit
the place. Schulenberg, in fact, could not come
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pole would not come, the elephant packed up
her trunk and slipped out of Hanover unwieldy
as she was. On this the Maypole 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 cynic turned his back protest it is won
derful satirical picture am citizen waiting
at Greenwich pier, say, and crying hurrah for
King George, and yet can scarcely keep my
cOuntenance and help laughing at the enormous
absurdlty of this event!
Here we are, all on our knees. Here is the
Archbishop of Canterbury prostrating himself
to the head of his Church, with Kielmansegge
and Schulenberg with their ruddleh cheeks
grinning behind the Defender of the Faith. Here
is my Lord Duke of Marlborough kneelng too,
the greatest warrior of all times; he who be-
trayed King Willam-betrayed King James II
betrayed Queen Anne-betrayed England to the
French, the Elector 10 the Pretender, the Pre-
tender to the Elector; and here are my Lords
Oxford and Bolingbroke, the latter of whom
has just tripped up the heels of the former, and,
If a months more time had been allowed him,
would have had King James at Westminster.
The great Whig gentlemen made their bows and
conges with proper decorum and ceremony; but
yOnder keen old scbemer knows the value of
their loyalty. Loyalty" he must think, ''as
applied to melt lie absurd There are fifty
nearer heirs to the throne than am. l am but
an accident and you fine Whig gentlemen take
mo W
hate me; you arch bishop, smirking on your
knees, and prating about heaven. you know
don't care fig about your Thirty-nine Articles,
and can't understand word OF your stupid
sermons. You, my Lords BoliDgbroke and
0xtOrd-you know you were conspiring 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 oys-
tiers and some Rhine wine, and some pipes after
wards; let us make the best of our situation; let
us take what we can GET and leave these bawlng
lying ENGLISH to shout, and fight, and cheat in
their own way!"
If Swift had not been com mmitted to the states
men of the losing side, what fine satlrical
picture we might have had of that general
SdUUe qua peuh among the Tory party! How
mum the Tories became; how the House of
Lords and House of Commons chopped round;
and how decorously the majorities welcomed
King George!
Boingbroke making his last speech in the
House of Lords, pointed out the shame of peer
age where several lords concurred to condemn
in one general vote all that they had approved
in former Parliaments by many particular reso-
lutions. And so their conduct was shameful.
st. John had the best of the argument but the
worst of the vote. Bad times we're come for
him. He talked philosophy and professed in
nocence. He courted retirement and was ready
to meet prosecutions; but, hearing that honest
Mat Prior, who had been recalled from Paris,
was about to peach regarding the past transac-
tions, the philosopher bolted, and took that
magnificent head of his out of the ugly reach of
the axe. Oxford, the lazy and good humored,
had more courage, and awaited the storm at
home. He and Mat Prior both had lodgings in
the Tower, and both brought their heads safe
out OF that dangerous menagere. When After
bury was carried off to the same den few
years afterwards, and it was asked what next
should be done with him? "Done with him?
Fling him to the lions !" Cadogan, said MARI
borough's lieutenant. But the British lion of
those days did not care much for drinking the
blood of peaceful peers and poets, or crunching
the bones of bishops. Only four men were exc
cuted in London for the rebellion of l715, and
TWENTY-FIVE in Lancashire. Above q thousand
taken in arms submitted to the Kings mercy,
and petitioned TO be transported to his Majesty's
colonies in America. / have heard that their
descendants took the Loyalist side in the dis
putes which arose sixty years after 1t is plea
SAINT to find that friend of ours, worthy Dick
Steele, was for letting of the rebels with their
lives.
AS one thinks of what might have been, how
amusing the speculation is We know how
! the doomed Scottish gentlemen came out at
| Lord Mars summons, mounted the white cock
| ade, that has been flower of sad poetry ever
| since and rallied round the Stuart standard at
| Braemar Mar, with 5000 men, and but 1900
| opposed to him, might have driven the enemy
! over the Tweed, and taken possession OF the
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