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Lord Raymond presented himself to the house with fearless confidence
and insinuating address. After the Duke of——and Mr. Ryland had finished
their speeches, he commenced. Assuredly he had not conned his lesson;
and at first he hesitated, pausing in his ideas, and in the choice of
his expressions. By degrees he warmed; his words flowed with ease, his
language was full of vigour, and his voice of persuasion. He reverted
to his past life, his successes in Greece, his favour at home. Why
should he lose this, now that added years, prudence, and the pledge
which his marriage gave to his country, ought to encrease, rather than
diminish his claims to confidence? He spoke of the state of England;
the necessary measures to be taken to ensure its security, and confirm
its prosperity. He drew a glowing picture of its present situation. As
he spoke, every sound was hushed, every thought suspended by intense
attention. His graceful elocution enchained the senses of his hearers.
In some degree also he was fitted to reconcile all parties. His birth
pleased the aristocracy; his being the candidate recommended by Adrian,
a man intimately allied to the popular party, caused a number, who had
no great reliance either on the Duke or Mr. Ryland, to range on his
side.
The contest was keen and doubtful. Neither Adrian nor myself would have
been so anxious, if our own success had depended on our exertions; but
we had egged our friend on to the enterprise, and it became us to
ensure his triumph. Idris, who entertained the highest opinion of his
abilities, was warmly interested in the event: and my poor sister, who
dared not hope, and to whom fear was misery, was plunged into a fever
of disquietude.
Day after day passed while we discussed our projects for the evening,
and each night was occupied by debates which offered no conclusion. At
last the crisis came: the night when parliament, which had so long
delayed its choice, must decide: as the hour of twelve passed, and the
new day began, it was by virtue of the constitution dissolved, its
power extinct.
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