In the end, Lord Cochrane and Mr Butt were condemned to pay to the King a fine of a Thousand Pounds each, and J. P. Holloway Five Hundred; and these three, together with De Berenger, Sandon, and Lyte, were sentenced to imprisonment in the Marshalsea for twelve calendar months. Further, Lord Cochrane, De Berenger, and Butt were to stand in the pillory for one hour, before the Royal Exchange, once during their imprisonment. This latter part of their punishment was, afterwards, remitted. Lord Cochrane’s name was struck off the Navy List, he was expelled from the House of Commons, his Arms were taken down from his stall, as Knight of the Bath, his banner torn down, and kicked ignominiously out of Henry VII.’s Chapel in Westminster Abbey. By very many he was believed innocent, and, on his seat for Westminster being declared vacant, he was enthusiastically re-elected. He escaped from custody, was captured, and had to serve his time. On June 20, 1815, he was told his imprisonment was at an end, if he would pay the fine imposed upon him; and, on July 3rd, he reluctantly did so, with a £1000 bank note, on the back of which he wrote:—“My health having suffered by long and close confinement, and my oppressors having resolved to deprive me of property, or life, I submit to robbery, to protect myself from murder, in the hope that I shall live to bring the delinquents to justice.” On the very day he was released, he took his seat again in the House of Commons; and, in 1832, he received a “free pardon,” was restored to the Navy List, gazetted a rear-admiral, and presented at a Levée! The year 1825 was remarkable for the number of bubble companies which were floated or not, and for the dreadful commercial panic which ensued, during which over seventy banks collapsed in London, or the country. Over £11,000,000 were subscribed to foreign loans, and £17,500,000 to different companies. In Parliament there were presented 439 private bills for companies, and Acts were passed for 288. Horace Smith sings of them thus: “Early and late, where’er I rove, In park or square, suburb or grove, In civic lanes, or alleys, Riches are hawked, while rivals rush To pour into mine ear a gush Of money making sallies. ‘Haste instantly and buy,’ cries one, Real del Monte shares, for none Will yield a richer profit; Another cries—‘No mining plan Like ours, the Anglo-Mexican; As for Del Monte, scoff it.’ This, grasps my button, and declares There’s nothing like Columbian shares, The capital a million; That, cries, ‘La Plata’s sure to pay,’ Or bids me buy, without delay, Hibernian or Brazilian. ‘Scaped from the torments of the mine, Rivals in gas, an endless line, Arrest me as I travel; Each sure my suffrage to receive, If I will only give him leave His project to unravel.