The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-07-23
1HIrEERLrs LECTURES ON IHE eEoRGEs
GEORGE THE THIRD.


II, in looking at the lives of princes, courtiers
men OF rank aud fashion, we must perforGe de.
pict them as idle, proaigate, and criminal, we
must make allowances Tor the rich mems fall
tngs, and recollect that we too, were very likely
mdolent and voluptuous, had we no motive tor
work, mortals natural taste for pleasure and
the daily temptation OF large income. What
could great peer, with great castle and park,
and great fortune, do but be splendid and idle
In these letters OF Lord CaIlisle's from which
have been quoting, there is many just com
PLANT made Dy the kInd.hearted young noble
man OF the state which he Is obliged to Keep,
the magnidcence in which he must live, the
1dleness to which his position as peer OF Eng
land bound him, Better for hum haa sl fs. ae Deea
lawyer at his desk or clerk in his Oihcei
thousand times better chance for happiness,
education, employment security rom temPIa
aon lew years since the pIoSssio ps nonld ~ to
low. The Church. the bar, medicine, literature,
the arts commerce, were below them' IL Is 10
the middle claes we must look ioI the safety OF
from Lord North's bribery in the senate; the
good clergy, not corrupted into parasites by
hopes of preierment; the tradesmen rising into
manly opulence; the printers pursuing their
gentle calling; the men OF letters In their quiet
studies-these are the men wnom we love and
like to read OF IN the last age. How small tue
gran dees and the men of pleasure look beside
them how contemplate the story of the GEORGE
III court squsb bibles are beside the recorded rall1
OF dear old johnson! What Is the grandest en-
tertaiument at Windsor compared to night at
"
Langton and Goldsmith, and poor Bozzy at the
table? declare think, OF AL the polite men
OF that age, Joshua Reynolds was the finest
gentleman. And they we're good as well as
witty and wise, those dear old friends of the
Past. Their minds were not debauched by eX-
cess or eteminate with luxury. They tOiled
their noble days labor; they rested, aod took
their kindly pleasure; they cheere1 their holi-
day meetings with generous wit and hearty iu-
terchaDge of thoughts; they were no prudes, but
no blush need follow their conversation; they
weIe merry, but no riot came out of their cups.
An would have liked night at the Turks
Head, even though bad news had arrived from
the colonies and Doctor johnson was growing
against the rebels; TO have sat with him and
Goldy, and to have heard Burke, the finest
talker In the world; and TO have had Garrick
flashing it with story from his theatre-I like,
say to think OF that society; and not merely
how pleasant and how wise, but how good they
were. l think 1t was on going home one night
from the club that Edmund Burke-his noble
soul full OF great thouGhts, be sure, for they
never lett him; his heart full OF gentleness-was
accosted by poor wandering woman, to whom
he spoke words of Kindness; and, moved by the
tears OF this Magdalen-p perhaps having caused
mem oy the good words he spoke to her-he
took her home 10 the house of his wife and
children, and never left her until he had found
the means OF restoring her to honesty and labor.
oh, you hne gentlemen you Marches and
Selwyns, and Chesterdelds, how small you look
by the side of these great men! Good-natured
Carlisle plays az cricket all day, and dances in
the evening ''tlll he can scarcely crawl,n gayly
contrasting his superior virtue with George
Selwyn's learned to bed by two wretches at
midnight with three pints Of claret in him."
Do you remember the verses-the sacred verses
which johnson wrote on the death OF his
humble friend Levett?
"Wel tried through many a varying year
See Levett to the grave descend;
Oficious, innocent, sincere,
Of every friendless name The friend.
ain misery's darkest cavern known,
His useful care was ever nigh;
Wh0re hopeless anguish poured the grOan,
And lonely want retired to die
"No summons Knocked by chill delay,
No petty gain disdained by pride
The modest wants of every day
The toll of every day supplied.
"Hls virtues walked their narrow round,
Nor made pause, nor left void:
And sure the Eternal Master found
His single talent well employed"
Whose name looks the brightest now, that of
Queensberry the wealthy duke, or SelWyn the
wit, or Leyett the poor physiciauY
hold old Johnson (and shall we not pardon
James Boswell some errors for EN- balmiDg him
for us y to be the great supporter OF the British
monarchy and Church during the last age
better than whole benches of bishops, better
than Pitts Norths, and the great Burke himself.
johnson had the ear of the nation; his immense
authority rcconciled it TO loyalty, and snamed
il out of irreligion. When George III talked
with him, aud the people heard the great
authors good opinion of the sovereign, whole
generations rallied to the king. Johnson was
revered as q sort of oracle, and the oracle de-
clared for Church and king What humanity
the old man had He was kindly partaker of
all honest pleasures; fierce foe to all sin, but
gentle enemy to all sinners what, boys,
are you for frolic ?" he cries, when Topham
Beanclerc comes and wakes him up at midnight;
'I'm with you." And away he goes, tumbles on
his humby old clothes, and truLdles through
Covent Garden with the young fellows. When
he used TO frequent Garrlck's theatre and had
H'the liberty of the scenes" he says, ''All the
actresses knew me, and dropped me a courtesy
as they passed IN the stage" That would make
pretty picture--lt is pretty picture in my
Inind-of youth, folly, gayety, tenderly surveyed
by Wisdom's merciful, pure eyes.
George III and his queen lived in very un-
pretending but elegantookng house, on the
site of the hideous pile under which his grand
daughter at present reposes. The kings mother
inhabited Carlton House, which contemporary
prints represent with a perfect paradise OF a
garden, with trim lawns, green arcades, and
Vistas of classic statues. She admired these in
company with my Lord Butte, who had a fine
classic taste, and sometimes council took, and
sometimes tea, in the pleasant green arbOrs
along with that polite Hobleman, Butte was
hated with a rage of which there have been few
examples 10 English history. He was the butt
of every bOdy's abuse; for Wilkes deVilish mis-
chief; for Churchills slashng satire; for the
hooting of the mob that roasted the boot. ms
emblem, in thousand bondres; that hated him
because he was a favorite and Scotchman,
calling him "Morumer," "LOtharioD know
not what names, and accusing his royal mis-.
fress OF all sorts of crimes-the grave lean de
mure elderly woman, who, dare say, was quite
as good as her neighbors. Chatham lent the
aid of his great malice to influence the popular
sentiment against her. He assailed in tht
mighty than the throne itself, which betrayet
ond cio0ped every Administrations The mos