Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
The tents and wooden huts in which the inhabitants had so long dwelt,
were ordered to be destroyed, to prevent the rogues and vagabonds, who
it appears had again, notwithstanding the terrors of the hanging system,
increased to an alarming degree, from harbouring in them.
The horrors of the previous year began gradually to fade from the
recollection of men, and they forgot that beneath the ground on which
they dwelt burnt those unquenchable fires which might, at any time,
burst forth and again destroy their homes and property.
The King and the royal family had taken up their residence in the Palace
of the Necessidades, having dwelt for nearly a year in one built of
wood, of one story high, to run less risk of injury in case of a
recurrence of the former disastrous visitation.
It was some hours past the time of sunset, when, in a cabinet of the
palace, the Minister was seated at a table thickly strewed with papers,
deeply immersed in the affairs of the state, it might be presumed, from
the lines of thought and care which marked his brow. He wrote on for
some time, without stopping or hesitating a moment for want of subject,
and then, having concluded the work he was about, he threw himself back
in the high leathern armchair in which he was sitting, and resting his
brow upon his hand, continued for many minutes wrapped in meditation.
"Men would blame me, did they know the game I played," he thought; "but
'tis the way by which alone I can manage my weak and indolent master:--
master!" he muttered, in a scornful tone, "let me say, my slave, my
tool! I can brook no master. While he is occupied by some mad folly,
or new passion, he will gladly resign all but the empty shadow of power
into my hands, and it must be my care to keep him thus employed, while I
silence, and for ever, all opposition from without to my aims. His
infatuated admiration of this young Marchioness of Tavora may lead to
serious results: but no matter; I can easily turn them to my advantage;
and, at all events, it keeps him occupied. The pursuit is likely to be
a long one, for the lady seems colder and more inaccessible than I had
deemed her. Ah! here he comes!"
As he spoke, a door on one side of the room opened, and the King
entered. The Minister bowed profoundly as the sovereign threw himself
listlessly into a chair, and commenced signing a variety of papers,
which the former placed before him, without even glancing at their
contents. At last, with an air of disgust, he threw down the pen and
rose from his seat, exclaiming, "I can sign no more of your long edicts
to-night, my Carvalho. Far more pleasing cares call me elsewhere; and I
must snatch a few hours of liberty while my most jealous lady Queen is
persuaded I am closeted with my faithful Minister."
"Your Majesty's wishes are ever my laws," returned the Minister; "and I
will occupy myself till your return with many important affairs which
demand my attention."
"Do so, my good friend," said the King.
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