Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-09-19
English Flunkyisln.

A late English paper says that the in
herent funkyism Of English society was
curiously illustrated at recent fair in
London. Processes and professional
beauties" had agreed to keep stalls in
fancy dresses, and the crowd which
rushed to see them was so immense that
it was impossible to move about, diff
cult to see anything, and the doors were
closed to prevent q catastrophe. No
body had any pleasure, but everybody
was tired and ill-tempered, and brought
away few ridiculous things which they
did not want, and for which they had
paid absurdly extravagant prices. Yet
the fair yielded nearly forty thousand
dollars, and the paper sardonically adj.
vises the managers of Hospital Sum
day" to engage a few princesses and
duchesses to hold the plates, and to be-
sure and advertise freely. It might be
well to provide that nobody should be
admitted to divine worship on that Sum
day, who did not agree in advance to
put a guinea on the plate. But that la
probably needless. Franklyn emptied
his pockets when he heard Whitefeld's
pathetic appeals; and no true Briton
could refuse a guinea to plate held by
q princess OF professional beauty"
Flunkys love lord. But we know
no more amusing illustration of it than
sermon that we lately saw, preached
hundred and twenty years ago. The
clerical fiunky is not the most uncom-
mon, but he is the most disagreeable of
the kind. We get glimpses of him at
the levees of prime ministers at the very
period to which the sermon belongs.
They went begging for perferment, and
were ready to do what was necessary to
get it. Thackeray devotes three papers
of his great book to clerical snobs. He
would have enjoyed the one who COM
posed and delivered this sermon, which
was in commemoration of that precious
ornament of his species, to whom Thax-
cray himself has done justice, King
George Ii. It is edifying to turn from
Hervey's memoirs of the court of that
monarch, and from Thackeray's legend
for his statue, to the sermon delivered
at Nassau Hail, January IA, 1851, on the
death of his late majesty, King
George II.
George is no more!" saith the
preacher; George, the Mighty, the
lSt, tllc duQ tIlc WISE, NIGOIS0,
the Father of Britain and her Colonies,
the Guardian of Laws and Liberty; the
Protector of the Oppressed, the Arbiter
of Europe, the Terror of Tyrants and
France; George, the Friend of Man, the
Benefactor Of Millions, is no morei
Millions tremble at the alarm. Britain
expresses her Sorrow in National Groans
and Europe re-echoes to the melancholy
sound; the melancholy sound circulates
far and wide. This remote American
Continent shares in the loyal sympathy.
The wide intermediate Atlantic rolls the
Tide of Grief to these distant shores
And even the recluse Sons of Nassau
Hall feel the immense bereavement with
all the sensibility OF filial heart, and
must mourn with their Country, with
Britain, with Europe, with the World.
George was our Father too. In his
Reign-a Reign go suspicious to Litera-
ture and all the Improvements of human
Nature-was this Foundation laid, and
the College of New Jersey received its
Existence. And though, like the sun,
he shone in distant sphere, we felt
(most sensibly felt His benign Infu-
ences, cherishing Science and her votar-
les, in this, her newborn temple"
This was the way in which the Tory
pulpit worshiped the throne of earthly
grace and favor hundred and twenty
years ago.