The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1883-11-24
Court Life Below Stairs"
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| From the London Antheneum.
livery reader" says Goldsmith, pre-
! ludiNg that inimjtab}a discussion in
/ Chapter NJ Of the "Nicar Of Wakefield, "
EVERY reader, however beggarIy
himself, is fond Of kigh-Nved dialogues,
with anecdotes of lords, ladies, and
knights of the Garter,' Students OF
| he social history and mln0er5 Of courts
are once more RECALLED, in Mr., MalIoy's
NV volumes, "Court Life Below Stairs
with the edIfying spectacle of royal
percentages who lie, and drink,
and blk their mistresses; and
J of q First Gentleman in
| Europe" who breaks the most solemn
promises, shamefullv deceives his dear
est friends. rolls on the floor in Mysteries
when lie is crossed in an amour, and
passes the greater part of his bridal
night dead drunk under the CRATE. We
trace again, stage by stage, that terrible
| visitation which gives to the dull and
narrow life of George III a sembianCe OF
tragedy, and brings out ever more dark
" and unmIstakably the worthlessness,
| the heartiessness, the utter selfshness
and unmanliness of his elder sons
The account Of the characteristics and
last moments OF George II is not new,
but it Is freshly painted.
So his useless, burdensome life, volup-
tuoEs and petty, magnificent and mean
| 20 the last. passed on. In these ,shis last
| days he was friendless, and would have
been alone save for his paid sycophants.
All his life he had passed as a fine gen
tieman, and had found many to believe
him such; he had dressed himself In
gaudy stuffs, had worn five thousand
beads on his hat, and had invented q
new buckle for his shoes; his bows out
rivalled those of hisI French dancing
master, his smiles were pronounced ir-
resistible, his department grace itself;
but behind this outward show all was
false the puppet, perfect in its dress
and movements, was stuffed with bran,
anu there Was 10 trace tf heart, honor
or manhood to be found in its compost
ton. He lied to end deceived men; he
battered and ruined women; was insin
cere to his friends; cajoled and
cheated his creditors; hated and inn
posed on bis ministers, and burdened
his people In the days of commercial de-
preston by boundless extravaganza.
With prize fighters, jockeys and money
lenders he was familiar; but the petty
German pride ne Inherited never per.
united him TO be friendly with his arts
tocrocy. Such be had been through life,
and, how that his last days had come,
none we're found to regret his inevitable
death. On the night of June q, 1880.
having paid his customary visit to the
marchoiness lady Conyngham), he re-
tired to bed, without feeling any symp'
toms of illness, hut at 2 O'Clock he sud.
denly woke in great agitation, and called
out for assistance. Sir Wathen Waller
was soon by his bedside and raised him
up. "rhey have deceived me-" he
whispered ~fearfully, his bloated face
wild fro a terror, his whole frame quiv.
ering; then came the terrible cry, sc
God, I am dyingl' and with one short
gasp he fell back dead.
This is just and graphic. Nevertheless
Ito end as we begin-we trust that,
clever as it is. this may be for q Ions
time the last look upon the last Of the
Georges.