Two days ago, he persuaded my uncle and me to accompany him to St. Jamess, where he undertook
to make us acquainted with the persons of all the great men in the kingdom: and, indeed, there was a
great assemblage of distinguished characters, for it was a high festival at court. Our conductor performed
his promise with great punctuality. He pointed out almost every individual of both sexes, and generally
introduced them to our notice, with a flourish of panygyrick. Seeing the king approach, There comes
(said he) the most amiable sovereign that ever swayed the sceptre of England; the deliciae humani generis; Augustus,
in patronizing merit; Titus Vespasian, in generosity; Trajan, in beneficence; and Marcus Aurelius, in philosophy.
A very honest kind-hearted gentleman (added my uncle); hes too good for the times. A king of England
should have a spice of the devil in his composition. Barton, then turning to the duke of C, proceeded: You
know the duke; that illustrious hero, who trod rebellion under his feet, and secured us in possession of
every thing we ought to hold dear, as Englishmen and Christians. Mark what an eye, how penetrating,
yet pacific! what dignity in his mien! what humanity in his aspect! Even malice must own, that he is
one of the greatest officers in Christendom. I think he be (said Mr. Bramble); but who are these young
gentlemen that stand beside him? Those! (cried our friend) those are his royal nephews; the princes of
the blood. Sweet young princes! the sacred pledges of the Protestant line; so spirited, so sensible, so
princely Yes; very sensible! very spirited! (said my uncle, interrupting him) but see the queen! ha,
theres the queen!theres the queen! let me seelet me seewhere are my glasses? ha! theres
meaning in that eye theres sentimenttheres expression. Well, Mr. Barton, what figure do you call
next? The next person he pointed out, was the favourite yearl; who stood solitary by one of the windows.
Behold yon northern star (said he), shorn of his beams. What! the Caledonian luminary, that lately
blazed so bright in our hemisphere! methinks, at present, it glimmers through a fog; like Saturn without
his ring, bleak, and dim, and distant. Ha, theres the other great phaenomenon, the grand pensionary,
that weather-cock of patriotism that veers about in every point of the political compass, and still feels the
wind of popularity in his tail. He too, like a portentous comet, has risen again above the court-horizon; but
how long he will continue to ascend, it is not easy to foretel, considering his great eccentricity. Who are
those two satellites that attend his motions? When Barton told him their names, To their characters
(said Mr. Bramble) I am no stranger. One of them, without a drop of red blood in his veins, has a cold
intoxicating vapour in his head; and rancour enough in his heart to inoculate and affect a whole nation.
The other is (I hear) intended for a share in the adn, and the pensionary vouches for his being duly
qualified. The only instance I ever heard of his sagacity, was his deserting his former patron, when he
found him declining in power, and in disgrace with the people. Without principle, talent, or intelligence,
he is ungracious as a hog, greedy as a vulture, and thievish as a jackdaw; but, it must be owned, he is
no hypocrite. He pretends to no virtue, and takes no pains to disguise his character. His ministry will be
attended with one advantage, no man will be disappointed by his breach of promise, as no mortal ever
trusted to his word. I wonder how lordfirst discovered this happy genius, and for what purpose lordhas
now adopted him: but one would think, that as amber has a power to attract dirt, and straws, and
chaff, a minister is endued with the same kind of faculty, to lick up every knave and blockhead in his
way His elogium was interrupted by the arrival of the old duke of N; who, squeezing into the circle
with a busy face of importance, thrust his head into every countenance, as if he had been in search of
somebody, to whom he wanted to impart something of great consequence. My uncle, who had been
formerly known to him, bowed as he passed; and the duke, seeing himself saluted so respectfully by a
well-dressed person, was not slow in returning the courtesy. He even came up, and, taking him cordially
by the hand, My dear friend, Mr. A (said he), I am rejoiced to see you. How long have you been
come from abroad? How did you leave our good friends, the Dutch? The king of Prussia dont think
of another war, ah? Hes a great king! a great conqueror! a very great conqueror! Your Alexanders
and Hannibals were nothing at all to him, sircorporals! drummers! dross! mere trashdamned trash,
heh? His grace being by this time out of breath, my uncle took the opportunity to tell him he had not
been out of England, that his name was Bramble, and that he had the honour to sit in the last parliament
but one of the late king, as representative for the borough of Dymkymraig. Odso! (cried the duke) I
remember you perfectly well, my dear Mr. Bramble. You was always a good and loyal subjecta staunch
friend to administrationI made your brother an Irish bishop. Pardon me, my lord (said the squire), I
once had a brother, but he was a captain in the army. Ha! (said his grace) he was sohe was, indeed!
But who was the bishop then? Bishop Blackberrysure it was bishop Blackberry. Perhaps some relation