Little did George Barrington suspect what was to come of that morning's
work. Through what channel Edwardes worked at first was not known,
but that he succeeded in raising up for himself friends in England
is certain; by their means the very gravest charges were made against
Barrington. One allegation was that by a forged document, claiming to be
the assent of the English Government to his succession, he had obtained
the submission of several native chiefs to his rule and a cession of
territory to the Rajah of Luckerabad; and another charged him with
having cruelly tortured a British subject named Samuel Edwardes,--an
investigation entered into by a Committee of the House, and becoming,
while it lasted, one of the most exciting subjects of public interest.
Nor was the anxiety lessened by the death of the elder Edwardes, which
occurred during the inquiry, and which Barrington's enemies declared to
be caused by a broken heart; and the martyred or murdered Edwardes was
no uncommon heading to a paragraph of the time.
Conyers turned to the massive Blue-book that contained the proceedings
“in Committee,” but only to glance at the examination of witnesses,
whose very names were unfamiliar to him. He could perceive, however,
that the inquiry was a long one, and, from the tone of the member at
whose motion it was instituted, angry and vindictive.
Edwardes appeared to have preferred charges of long continued
persecution and oppression, and there was native testimony in abundance
to sustain the allegation; while the British Commissioner sent to
Luckerabad came back so prejudiced against Barrington, from his proud
and haughty bearing, that his report was unfavorable to him in all
respects. There was, it is true, letters from various high quarters,
all speaking of Barrington's early career as both honorable and
distinguished; and, lastly, there was one signed Ormsby Conyers, a
warm-hearted testimony “to the most straightforward gentleman and truest
friend I have ever known.” These were words the young man read and
re-read a dozen times.
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