And Hogarth in the midst of the jubilee saw the man who jammed his left
shoulder, a broker in spectacles, grip the hand of the man on his right,
a ragamuffin, to cry out: “That scoundrel Hogarth! Isn't there good in
the damned thief, after all?”
And the other: “Aye, he knows how to give it 'em 'ot, don't 'e, after
all! Thank God for that!”
Three weeks later peace was proclaimed by a procession at Temple Bar
between England, Austro-Germany, France, Russia, and the Sea.
XXXVIII
THE MANIFESTO
The last effort of Europe to resist the Sea was made on the afternoon of
the 14th of October, when the British Prime Minister refused to conclude
a treaty of peace.
“Your master is only a pirate--on a large scale”, he said to a Minister
of the Sea.
That was on the 14th.
On the 15th there was a stoppage of British trade nearly all the world
over.
On the 20th England was in a state of _émeute_ resembling revolution.
On the 28th the Treaty of Peace was signed.
Its principal conditions were: (1) The undertaking by the Sea not to
raise sea-rent on British ships without certain formalities of notice;
and (2) The undertaking by Britain not to engage in the making of any
railway or overland trade-route, or of any marine engine of war, without
the consent of the Sea. And similar treaties were signed by the Sea with
the other nations.
Then followed the rush of the Ambassadors to the _Boodah_, and the
frivolous round of Court-life revolved, _levée_, audience, dinner,
drawing-room, investiture; the Lord of the Sea descended from the throne
before the Court to pin a cross upon the humble breast of his best shot
and give him the title of Præceps, gave fanciful honours to emperors,
received them of them--wore when throned a brow-band of gold with only
one stone, the biggest of the meteor octahedrons, that glanced about his
brow like an icicle in whose glass gallivanted a fairy clad in rags of
the rainbow.
Now the old gaieties recommenced, but more Olympian in tone, as befitted
the ruler of rulers, terrible now being the lifting of Hogarth's brows
at the least lapse in ritual; and only the chastest-nurtured of the
earth ever now stalked through gavotte or pavane in those halls of the
sea.
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