Civil service -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
The ceremony which was now about to take place at the Weights and
Measures was ordained to be the first of those examinations which,
under the auspices of Sir Gregory Hardlines, were destined to revivify,
clarify, and render perfect the Civil Service of the country. It was a
great triumph to Sir Gregory to see the darling object of his heart thus
commencing its existence in the very cradle in which he, as an infant
Hercules, had made his first exertions in the cause. It was to be his
future fortune to superintend these intellectual contests, in a stately
office of his own, duly set apart and appointed for the purpose. But the
throne on which he was to sit had not yet been prepared for him, and he
was at present constrained to content himself with exercising his power,
now here and now there, according as his services might be required,
carrying the appurtenances of his royalty about with him.
But Sir Gregory was not a solitary monarch. In days long gone by there
were, as we all know, three kings at Cologne, and again three kings
at Brentford. So also were there three kings at the Civil Service
Examination Board. But of these three Sir Gregory was by far the
greatest king. He sat in the middle, had two thousand jewels to his
crown, whereas the others had only twelve hundred each, and his name
ran first in all the royal warrants. Nevertheless, Sir Gregory, could
he have had it so, would, like most other kings, have preferred an
undivided sceptre.
Of his co-mates on the throne the elder in rank was a west country
baronet, who, not content with fatting beeves and brewing beer like his
sires, aspired to do something for his country. Sir Warwick Westend
was an excellent man, full of the best intentions, and not more than
decently anxious to get the good things of Government into his hand.
He was, perhaps, rather too much inclined to think that he could see
further through a millstone than another, and had a way of looking as
though he were always making the attempt. He was a man born to grace, if
not his country, at any rate his county; and his conduct was uniformly
such as to afford the liveliest satisfaction to his uncles, aunts, and
relations in general. If as a king he had a fault, it was this, that he
allowed that other king, Sir Gregory, to carry him in his pocket.
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