The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1894-02-11
IN the Days or GEORGE IN.
A Story Based Upon the Contents OF q"
Old journal.

ou Jouih@'
I was born, l believe, in the mohth Oh
May, i74S. I'm the city OF Lohuoh. NY
father. of a Hanoyerian family, was a
nurvevor 10 the court Of King George,
and my Uncle Sam was a blue Jacket
without a right arm, who fought MS
battles over again by our sea-coal hre'
pass over my earliest days Tor l
would not weary my readers WIN 'he
ailments that threatened to abridge my
mortal span. not with the scrapes "hlch
got into AT school as l trod the tyWays
Of learning.
My Uncle Sam came TO live In our
house when ! was eight or nine years
old. He had been, l know now WIN
Admiral Byng in the Mediterranean
When | was older my uncle told me
the sad story Of the unfortunate Ad~
miraI's execution. "Ah, my lad, he was
not a. chip Of the old block. dye see.
Tolk thought Il would be Like father.
like SON; but not a bit on il. He hadn't
half the go OF old Lord T~orrlngton, and
this was what angered people. they
were taken I'm, and so were we. want
ing in pluck? Not d bit OF II! mat
wasn't II, my boy. Our Admiral die1
game, he did. A chum Of mine was ar
Portsmouth and within hail of the Mon
argue on that dark Monday morning
He did not see much, for the ADMIRAL
you know, was shot sitting in a chair on
the quarterback by marines; but they do
say he wanted TO die with his face I'M
covered. so that they might see fear
hadn't vhitened his cheeks. But. as
they thought the Admiral's figurehead
might make his soldiers nervous, he
agreed to clap a handkerchief over his
face. and so died. every inch a Briton.'
Soon after, as / well remember. there
was a proclamation for a public thanks
giving 10 be observed on Thursday. the
10Th Of November. for the defeat Of the
French Army in Canada and the cap
ture Of Quebec. My father brought home
an account Of the death Of the i'm
mortal Wolfe, and ne and Uncle Sam
drank deeply that night. All / can re-
member now We're the words which have
since become part OF our English history
They run, They rum said a voice
near the dying hero. who runf' asked
Wolfe. ''The French" replied the voice.
'Then / die content" said he; and 50
he died.
The year before the old King died-it
was summertime, | remember. for |
thought how much better it would be IL
you were wounded 10 lie out IN "A July
night than In the cruel snow-in that
summer the battle Of Minden was fought.
Our leader was q Brunswick Prince, Fer
dinand by name. and the Frenchmen were
under Marshal Contades. But my rea-
son for mentioning Minden was 10 say
something about Lord George ~Sackville.
lie commanded some dashing dragons.
and he was ordered 10 charge the disor-
dered Frenchmen. and ne refused.
AS my uncle used TO say, My lad, he
refused. The Marquis Of Granny. God
-. 49, - -. l.e1 IN htr lor3eIfRfa
shoes. he would have flashed out his
sabre and ridden with all his brave fell
lows at his heels, and those Trenchmen
would have been clean ridden over; bat
alack FOR our fellows. There they stood
burning 10 get the word 10 charge. and
there stood his iordship. saying he did
not understand the foreign Fellow Who
rode up and gave the order!'
Nv uncle. YOU see, had no belief In
Lord George. On the contrary, my
father thought him a very ill-used man,
and blamed the King for ordering his
name 10 be struck out OF the list Of his
Privy Councillors. But. then. my father
was not. like Uncle Sam. a fighting man,
and knew little or nothing about the
value of prompt obedience TO the COM
mands OF a superior ON the battlefield.
! must now notice a sight which young
Ltik never ctf hDNs 4 A|Ait'aiibtf Nftits~
DIT. Shebbeare in the pilory. Boys may
need now TO be told what d pillory vas.
Ii was a wooden frame raised several
feet from the ground. and behind il stood
the man who was to be punished. His
head and arms were thrust through holes
In the frame, and there the poor wretch
was forced to stand. Sometimes the mob
pelted him 10 death. and sometimes they
pitied him and made a collection for his
al ~
man. named Read, who was p~illoried on
st. Margaret's Hill and killed by the
mob, and notice was taken Of the affair
In the House OF Commons S. But Or. Sheb-
beare was a favorite. and a servant in
livery was allowed to stand BY his side
and hold an umbrella over his head. This
favor, however. got the under sheriff into
trouble. II was a day in winter. not far
from Christmas. when the Doctor was pill
loried. and 1t was at Charing Cross. He
had been tried the June previous by the
Chief Justice. Lord Mansfield. for writing
a letter to the people. / remember my
uncle bringing In a printed handbill be-
fore the day the Doctor was punished.
In which the friends of the liberty OF
the press and of old England" were IN
vited TO be Eat Charing Cross at II o'clock
on the 5th Of December to see the British
champion" My father. as n very strong
Hanover man, tore the bill up and put
the torn pieces on the back Of the fire:
but my uncle vowed that he would go
and pitch a turnip at the Doctors head.
When he got there. however. my uncle
thought better Of II. and kept his turnIp
in his pocket. for the vast crowd cheered
and waved their hats, as III the Doctor
were enjoying q triumph instead OF suf-
fering disgracc.
was too young then TO know or care
What the Doctor had done 20 deserve
such treatment. Ali ] knew was he had
written against King George.
Then there was another doctor named