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Some reflection seemed to sting him, and the spasm of pain that for a
moment convulsed his countenance, checked my indignation. “Happy are
dreamers,” he continued, “so that they be not awakened! Would I could
dream! but ‘broad and garish day’ is the element in which I live; the
dazzling glare of reality inverts the scene for me. Even the ghost of
friendship has departed, and love”——He broke off; nor could I guess
whether the disdain that curled his lip was directed against the
passion, or against himself for being its slave.
This account may be taken as a sample of my intercourse with Lord
Raymond. I became intimate with him, and each day afforded me occasion
to admire more and more his powerful and versatile talents, that
together with his eloquence, which was graceful and witty, and his
wealth now immense, caused him to be feared, loved, and hated beyond
any other man in England.
My descent, which claimed interest, if not respect, my former
connection with Adrian, the favour of the ambassador, whose secretary I
had been, and now my intimacy with Lord Raymond, gave me easy access to
the fashionable and political circles of England. To my inexperience we
at first appeared on the eve of a civil war; each party was violent,
acrimonious, and unyielding. Parliament was divided by three factions,
aristocrats, democrats, and royalists. After Adrian’s declared
predeliction to the republican form of government, the latter party had
nearly died away, chiefless, guideless; but, when Lord Raymond came
forward as its leader, it revived with redoubled force. Some were
royalists from prejudice and ancient affection, and there were many
moderately inclined who feared alike the capricious tyranny of the
popular party, and the unbending despotism of the aristocrats. More
than a third of the members ranged themselves under Raymond, and their
number was perpetually encreasing. The aristocrats built their hopes on
their preponderant wealth and influence; the reformers on the force of
the nation itself; the debates were violent, more violent the
discourses held by each knot of politicians as they assembled to
arrange their measures. Opprobrious epithets were bandied about,
resistance even to the death threatened; meetings of the populace
disturbed the quiet order of the country; except in war, how could all
this end? Even as the destructive flames were ready to break forth, I
saw them shrink back; allayed by the absence of the military, by the
aversion entertained by every one to any violence, save that of speech,
and by the cordial politeness and even friendship of the hostile
leaders when they met in private society. I was from a thousand motives
induced to attend minutely to the course of events, and watch each turn
with intense anxiety.
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