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Chapter NumberLXXXVIII
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Full Date1878-06-29
Page Number921
Word Count1239
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Newspaper TitleThe Sydney Mail and New South Wales Advertiser (NSW : 1871 - 1912)
Trove TitleHoly England
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Chapter LXXXVIII.— Under the Will op George I.

Benjamin .Disraeli once, now the Earl of Eeaconsfield, went out upon the balcony to see the troops pass. He was clad in the heavy-bullioned uniform of a General of Division, showing' at once his rank bf Prime Minister, and on his breast, concealing the secrets of empires, glit tered three rows of orders, telling of rapid promotion. By his side, in the sunlight, stood three duchesses, a countess, and two noted Court beauties, who. in their cana

city of spies in the Government pay, followed his footsteps without feeling restraint or creating remark. Down Piccadilly the troops poured on and on in con tinuous column, their weapons flashing in the morning blaze, their music rolling forth the Royal Hymn, -a thin line of awe-stricken spectators skirting ..the railway of the park, shivering in wondering surprise and discontent as

they swelled past with the triumphant step of expectant carnage. Three hundred thousand of them had passed in one unbroken line, and five hundred thousand more had to follow. ' Holy England has strength yet,' softly muttered the Premier, ' and this last expedition for the emancipation of the United States, undertaken at the will of our august Mistress, is but one small step on the splendid pathway of her mighty destiny ! ' At that moment a Prince of the Blood Royal passed at the head of the Tottenham Regiment, of which he was honorary half -pay Colonel. A mechanical obeisance in the crowd marked his passage as he went by; The shivering spectators one by one fell upon their knees, crushed in their hats, and shouted 'Hallelujah.' The homage was the homage of automatons, and was accurate and complete. But there was one well-dressed spectator who omitted to render it. As the divinity of his sovereign, imaged in front of the Tottenham Regiment, went by, he merely raised his hat and waved his umbrella. The eagle military eye of the Prime Minister instantly detected the treasonable insolence. With a suppressed oath he muttered a few sentences into the ear of the fairest duchess by his side. _^ In ten minutes more she was doggingime footsteps of the imprudent spectator, disguised as a nobleman. ' Ca m'ennuie, cette galere la,' said the Earl in that language affected in the great military court whose destinies he helped to direct. ' Ca m'ennuie. Let us come in. Ah ! see, here is Henderson.' And as he spoke, the never sleeping Premier passed into, the splendid drawing-room, crowded with diplomatic and military uniforms, and scintil lating with insignia. As he entered, the company drew back and instinctively busied themselves over the various objets d'art with which the room was profusely decorated. But their ears were wide open. Not the proudest princess, not the poorest aide-de-camp present in that magnificent apartment, was indifferent to what fell from the lips of the ' terrible Colonel Henderson.' He was the executive of that dread Government, and they knew it. And the ques tion they asked themselves in treacling and silence was. ' Who knows when it may notto our turn, tooP'

The great police official approached the great diplomatist and pulled out a long white list. The two men drew apart, and there was nothing heard but the tramp of the troops outside and the low breathing of the listeners within. - The Premier dropped his voice to a whisper and spoke. ' You have punished the Duchess of N. ?' he asked. ' We seized her at her house in Mayfair last night, my Lord,' was the reply. 'Good. And she is now ? ?' *l In a secret cell at Bow-street, my Lord.' ' The magistrate has received his instructions f' ' He has, my Lord. And there is a knout ? ' The Premier interrupted him with a laugh. 'Yes, my' good Colonel, you understand the courre of justice, that's clear. But, tell me, what have you done with Derby ':' ' 04his way to the convict settlement at Hongkong. He willnot be troublesome again.' * 'Just so. I think that will do. But wait, I forgot The committee of the Reform Club ':' ' Every one of them will be at Dartmoor this evening ?' ' Excellent. And those twenty-seven editors and public writers, together with the list of University authorities I gave you yesterday ?' ' Have all been seized in their beds. You may trust me, my Lord ; you shall not hear of or from them again.' Both the officials laughed, the official who commands and the official who executes. It was not a pleasant scene, this brief interview of the two officials ; but it told iho anxious eavesdroppers around how a great, a holy, and an enlightened empire might conduct its affairs without those legal and civil safeguards which a more vulgar polity professes to prize. The astute Colonel was about to depart, when his way was barred by a fresh arrival. The new-comer was a die* tinguished General in her Majesty's service, and the smell of gunpowder which he brought with him, no less than the hot haste with which he entered, announced the tact that he arrived directly from some scene of action.

' We have shot down seven hundred and ninety-six of them,' said he, breathless with excitement, 'and the bayonet made short work of the rest. I don't think the Nonconformists and their ministers will trouble your Lord ship again in a hurry.' ' The divine orthodoxy of the Holy Establishment, over which her gracious Majesty presides, must be vindicated,' ^ retorted the Earl, thoughtfully; 'but I hope you caught Liddon ?' * ' Rather,' was the soldierly reply. ' He will not try on his little feeble High-Church innovations at St. Paul's again in a hurry. We had a fusillade in both aisles, and I can assure you it was most effective. Liddon is now in Port land, enjoying the pleasures of a shaved head and a quarry - picks' ' Good,' said the Premier, ' very good. These hounds. Nonconformist and cavilling, must learn what infallible military orthodoxy means. Holy England, whatever else it teaches them, can at least teach them that.' /'f shall be decorated, I trust r' asked the General, anxiously. ' Cerfcunly,' was the laconic rejoinder; and then, with a whispereOow mot, the two distinguished speakers with* drew to a sideboardjf and partook of red herrings and whisky. — Vanity Fair. , The Most Cruel Child; — A young Canadian eight* year old takes the palm for cruelty. ' She is the child of f Charles Frost, of Berlin, Ont., and being left with the cart of a sister of live, became angered because it interfered with her frolics with her companions. She determined to rid her1 ^self of the incumbrance, and began to abuse the child in the most fiendish manner. First she filledits mouth with snow,' next dipped it into a quantity of water until it was nearli drowned. Then it was placed in the oven of the stove, ana burned and bruised, and next thrust under tbe stove. All these devices failincr, she went for a saw to saw its head ufff but relented, and hit upon the plan of placing it in a bag and dragging it about the room. She was engaged in this pleasant amusement when thehorror-strikenmother returned Of course, the injuries proved fatal.