Would you inquire by what means he was raised to the distinction? It is an idle question. In this world, pre-eminence over your fellow creatures can only be obtained, by leaving others far behind in the career of virtue or of vice. In compliance with the dispositions of those who rule, faithful service in the one path or the other will shower honour upon the subject, and by the breath of kings he becomes ennobled to look down upon his former equals. And as the world spins round, the _why_ is of little moment. The honours are bequeathed, but not the good, or the evil deeds, or the talents by which they were obtained. In the latter we have but a life interest, for the entail is cut off by death. Aristocracy in all its varieties is as necessary for the well binding of society, as the divers grades between the general and the common soldier are essential in the field. Never then inquire, why this or that man has been raised above his fellows; but, each night as you retire to bed, thank Heaven that you are not _a King_. And if I may digress, there is one badge of honour in our country, which I never contemplate without serious reflection rising in my mind. It is the _bloody_ hand in the dexter chief of a baronet,--now often worn, I grant, by those who, perhaps, during their whole lives have never raised their hands in anger. But my thoughts have returned to days of yore-- the iron days of _ironed men_, when it _was_ the symbol of faithful service in the field--when it really was bestowed upon the "hand embrued in blood;" and I have meditated, whether that hand, displayed with exultation in this world, may not be held up trembling in the next--in judgment against itself. And I, whose memory stepping from one legal murder to another, can walk dry-footed over the broad space of five-and-twenty years of time,--but the "damned spots" won't come out--so I'll put my hands in my pockets and walk on. Conscience, fortunately or unfortunately, I hardly can tell which, permits us to form political and religious creeds, most suited to disguise or palliate our sins. Mine is a military conscience; and I agree with Bates and Williams, who flourished in the time of Henry the Fifth, that it is "all upon the king:" that is to say, it _was_ all upon the king; but now our constitution has become so incomparably perfect, that "the king can do no wrong;" and he has no difficulty in finding ministers, who voluntarily impignorating themselves for all his actions in this world, will, in all probability, not escape from the clutches of the great _Pawnbroker_ in the next--from which facts I draw the following conclusions:-- First. That his majesty (God bless him!) will go to heaven. Secondly. That his majesty's ministers will all go to the devil. Thirdly. That I shall go on with my story.