It was a week of Hope, the turning over of a new leaf, so the spirit
of festival reigned, and was deepened when the evening papers that day
announced that a _ukase_ of the Sea had reduced rent on British ships by
1s. 9d. per ton, and was heightened when during that and the following
nights Hogarth dispensed three millions in fêting England: his
illuminations having no resemblance to those sickly twinklings,
tremulous at their own cost, previously deemed good enough for the
jubilee-days of an empire; the people were astonished: ample and
planetary his mind, his hand right royal, and London, bursting into
light, flashed tidings of our earth to Mars. It was incredible then that
any had ever wept, or would weep again; the bitterest foes of the Regent
caught the contagion of world-gala; Europe flocked to London; theatres
were gratis; the illusion of the comet of the final night was complete,
her lurid rays sprawling 2000 feet aloft in stiff portentousness,
prophesying Change, the parks all transfigured into universes of moons,
crescents, stars, jerbs, Roman-candles, _pots de brin_, girandoles of
rockets, pagodas, marquees, each tree a net of fireflies, while from
five hundred and thirty balloons, with silent burst, snowed diverse
fires.
The new reign opened with promise.
XLV
ESTRELLA, THE PROPHETESS
For three weeks a Provisional Ministry carried on the Government,
confining itself to Supply; till, on the 3rd March, the Lord Regent
succeeded in forming a Cabinet; and at 9 on the evening of the 5th for
the first time addressed himself to the country in the House of Lords.
That night the world seemed hushed to listen, the peridom of Britain
packing the Gallery with rainbow, and the peerdom those benches and
cross-benches, red as massacre and the Scarlet Woman, where thronged
580, while to Charing Cross spread the crowd without. He, from the
Throne, addressed them, and they, startled by the revelation of a caste
chaster far than Vere de Vere, and a pride far more serenely throned
than Hohenzollern, acknowledged him high-born... “Your lordships will
not fail to perceive my will to invigorate some of our ancient epithets:
thus, the First Estate of the Realm shall, during the present Regency,
be veritably 'First', and in no case last”; anon he blew his bugle: “Let
us play the man!--easy to say, hard to do: yet it was first said by an
Englishman when the doing, I think, was hard enough, his martyr's
shroud already rapt aloft in flame: _that_ was magnanimous, my lords, I
declare! _there_ was the British Lion”....
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