The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-06-16

reverend seniors of his Majesty's Coun-
Gil examined him, and advised the King
to pardon him under the Royal Seal
they pronounced that "his only motive
had been to render service to his coun-
try" This was strictly true, for who
ever fattens on the plans OF France with
a pestilent English citizen, or consigns
him to French dungeon for life, con-
fers benefit on England, and this bene-
fit Camelford did his best to bestow on
his island home. 1t was his INSTRUCTORS
who should have been hanged. His
well-meant endeavor reminds one of the
convicts' verses bound for Botany bay
True patriots we, for be ii understood
We left our country for our country's good.
The nation that had retained him
against his will now began to suffer for
its folly by his habitual breaches of the
public peace.
After endless skirmishes with the con-
stables my lord went into Drury Lane
theater, drunk, with others of the same
kidney, broke the windows in the boxes
and the chandeliers, and Mr.. Humph-
ries' head. Humphries had him before
a magistrate. Camelford lied, but was
not believed I; and then dragged the
magistrate to ask Mr.. Humphries if he
would accept an apology but word
ointment was not the balm for Humph-
ries, who had been twice knocked down
the steps into the hall, and got his eye
nearly beaten out of his head. He pre-
pared an Indictment, but afterward
changed his tactics judiciously, and
sued the offender for damages. The
jury, less pliable than captains in Sc
cret tribunal, gave Humphries verdict
and e500 damages.
After this, Camelford's principal ex-
ploits appear to have been fights with
the constables, engaged in out of sport,
but conducted with great spirit by both
parties, and without grain of perma-
nent ill-will on either side. He invaria-
bly, rewarded their valor with gold when
they succeeded in capturing him. When
they had got him prisoner, he would
give the constable of the night hand
some bribe to resign his place to him.
Thus promoted, he rose to certain
sense of duty, and would admonish the
delinquents with great good sense and
even eloquence, but spoiled all by dis
charging them. Such was his night
work. In the daytime he was often sur
prised into acts of unintentional charity
and even OF ender-heartedness.
HIS NAME A TERROR TO FoPs.
He used to go to coffee-house in
Conduit street, shabbily dressed, to
read the paper. One day dashing
beau came into his box, flung himself
down on the opposite seat, and called
out in q most consequential tone,
"Waitaa, bring q couple of wax can
dies and a pint of Madeira, and put
them in the next box" En- attendant
he drew Lord Camelford's candle
toward him and began to read. Camel
ford looked at him, but said nothing.
The bucks candles and Madeira were
brought, and he lounged into his box to
enjoy them. Then Camelford mimicked
his tone, and cried out, Waitaa, bring
me a pair of snuffaa." He took the
snuffers, walked leisurely round into the
beau's box, snuffed out both the can
dies, and retired gravely to his own
seat. The buck began to bluster, and
demanded his name of the waiter.
Lord Camelford, sir"
"Lord Camelford What have / to
pay 4" He laid down his score and
stole away without tasting his Madeira.
HIS PLUCK.
When peace was proclaimed the suf
fering nation rejoiced. Not so our pug
nacious peer. He mourned alone, or
rather cursed, for he was not one of the
signing sort. London Illuminated,
Camelford's windows shone dark as
pitch. This the London citizen always
bitterly resents. A mob collected and
broke his windows. His first impulse
was to come out with pistol and shoot
all he could; but, luckily, he exchanged
the firearms for formidable bludgeon.
| With this my lord sailed out, single
handed, and broke several heads in
singularly brief period. But the mob
had cude els, too, and belabored him
thoroughly, knocked him down, and
rolled him so diligently in the kennel,
while hammering him, that, at the end
of the business, he was just case of
mud with sore bones. All this punish
ment he received without single howl /;
and it is believed would have taken his
death in the same spirit 80 that we
might almost say of him,
He took thousand mortal wounds
AS mute rs fox midst mangling hounds.
The next night his windows were just
as dark, but he had filed his house with
boarders, as he called them, viz, armed
sailors, and had the mob attacked him
again there would have been much
bloodshed, followed by less tumultu-
Gus, but Wholesale, hanging day. But
the mob were content with having
thrashed him once, and seem to have
thought he had bought right to his
opinions. At all events they conceded
the point, and the resolute devil was al
lowed to darken his house and rebuke
"the weakness of the people" in COM
ing to terms with Bony.
THE PITCHER GOES ONCE TOO OFTEN TO
Camelford had male friend, a Mr..
Best, and, unfortunately, female
friend, who had once lived with this
very Best. This Mrs. Simmons told
Camelford that Best had spoken dis
paragingly of him. Camelford believed
her and took fire. He met Best at a
coffee-house and walked up to him and
said, in loud, aggressive way, before
several persons, 81 find, sir, you have
spoken of me in the most unwarrantable
terms" Mr.. Best replied, with great