Endymion ... By the Right Honorable the Earl of Beaconsfield

Chapter I

It was a rich, warm night at the beginning of August, when a gentleman enveloped in a cloak, for he was in evening dress, emerged from a club-house at the top of St. James' Street, and descended that celebrated eminence. He had not proceeded more than half-way down the street when, encountering a friend, he stopped with some abruptness. "I have been looking for you everywhere," he said. "What is it?" "We can hardly talk about it here." " Shall we go to White's ? " " I have just left it, and, between ourselves, I would rather we should be more alone. 'Tis as warm as noon. Let us cross the street and get into St. James' Place. That is always my idea of solitude." So they crossed the street, and, at the corner of St. James' Place, met several gentlemen who had just come out of Brookes' Club-house.

These saluted the companions as they passed, and said, " Capital account from Chiswick — Lord Howard says the chief will be in Downing Street on Monday." "It is of Chiswick that I am going to speak to you," said the gentleman in the cloak, putting his arm in that of his com panion as they walked on. " What I am about to tell you is known only to three persons, and is the most sacred of secrets. Nothing but our friendship could authorize me to impart it to you." ENDYMION. 4 "I hope it is something to your advantage," said his com panion. " Nothing of that sort ; it is of yourself that I am thinking. Since our political estrangement, I hare never had a contented moment. From Christ Church, until that unhappy paralytic stroke, which broke up a government, that had lasted fifteen years, and might have continued fifteen more, we seemed always to have been working together.

That we should again unite is my dearest wish. A crisis is at hand. I want you to use it to your advantage. Know then, that what they were just say ing about Chiswick is moonshine. His case is hopeless, and it has been communicated to the King." "Hopeless!" "Rely upon it ; it came direct from the Cottage to my friend." "I thought he had a mission ?" said his companion, with emotion ; "and men with missions do not disappear till they have fulfilled them." " But why did you think so ? How often have I asked you for your grounds for such a conviction ! There are none. The man of the age is clearly the Duke, the savior of Europe, in the perfection of manhood, and with an iron constitution." "The salvation of Europe is the affair of a past genera tion," said his companion. "We want something else now.

The salvation of England should be the subject rather of our present thoughts." "England ! why when were things more sound ? Except the split among our own men, which will be now cured, there is not a cause of disquietude." " I have much," said his friend. " You never used to have any, Sidney. What extraordinary revelations can have been made to you during three months of office under a semi-Whig Ministry ? " " Your taunt is fair, though it pains me. And I confess to you that when I resolved to follow Canning and join his new allies, I had many a twinge. I was bred in the Tory camp ; the Tories put me in Parliament and gave me office ; I lived with them and liked them ; we dined and voted together, and AN OLD CONTROVERSY. 5 together pasquinaded our opponents. And yet, after Castle reagh's death, to whom like yourself I was much attached, I had great misgivings as to the position of our party, and the future of the country.

I tried to drive them from my mind, and at last took refuge in Canning, who seemed just the man appointed for an age of transition. " "But a transition to what ?" "Well, his foreign policy was Liberal." " The same as the Duke's ; the same as poor dear Castle reagh's. Nothing more unjust than the affected belief that there was any difference between them — a ruse of the Whigs to foster discord in our ranks. And as for domestic affairs, no one is stouter against Parliamentary Reform, while he is for the Church and no surrender, though he may make a harmless speech now and then, as many of us do, in favor of the Catho lic claims." " Well, we will not now pursue this old controversy, my dear Ferrars, particularly if it be true, as you say, that Mr. Canning now lies upon his deathbed." " If ! I tell you at this very moment it may be all over."

"I am shaken to my very center." " It is doubtless a great blow to you," rejoined Mr. Ferrars, "and I wish to alleviate it. That is why I was looking for you. The King will, of course, send for the Duke, but I can tell you there will be a disposition to draw back our friends that left us, at least the younger ones of promise. If you are awake, there is no reason why you should not retain your office." " I am not so sure the King will send for the Duke." "It is certain." "Well," said his companion musingly, "it maybe fancy, but I can not resist the feeling that this country, and the world generally, are on the eve of a great change — and I do not think the Duke is the man for the epoch." " I see no reason why there should be any great change ; certainly not in this country," said Mr. Ferrars.

"Here we have changed everything that was required. Peel has settled the criminal law, and Huskisson the currency, and though I am ENDYMION. 6 prepared myself still further to reduce the duties on foreign imports, no one can deny that on this subject the Government is in advance of public opinion." " The whole affair rests on too contracted a basis," said his companion. "We are habituated to its exclusiveness, and, no doubt, custom in England is a power ; but let some event suddenly occur which makes a nation feel or think, and the whole thing might vanish like a dream." " What can happen ? Such affairs as the Luddites do not occur twice in a century, and as for Spafields riots, they are impossible now with Peel's new police. The country is em ployed and prosperous, and were it not so, the landed interest would always keep things straight."

" It is powerful, and has been powerful for a long time ; but there are other interests besides the landed interest now." " Well, there is the colonial interest, and the shipping interest," said Mr. Ferrars, "and both of them thoroughly with us." "I was not thinking of them, " said his companion. "It is the increase of population, and of a population not employed in the cultivation of the soil, and all the consequences of such circumstances, that were passing over my mind." "Don't you be too doctrinaire, my dear Sidney ; you and I are practical men. We must deal with the existing, the urgent ; and there is nothing more pressing at this moment than the formation of a new government. What I want is to see you a member of it." " Ah ! " said his companion, with a sigh, " do you really think it so near as that ?

" " Why, what have we been talking of all this time, my dear Sidney ? Clear your head of all doubt, and, if possible, of all regrets ; we must deal with facts, and we must deal with them to-morrow." "I still think he had a mission," said Sidney, with a sigh, " if it were only to bring hope to a people." "Well, I do not see how he could have done anything more," said Mr. Ferrars, "nor do I believe his government would have lasted during the session. However, I must now ZENOBIA. 7 say good night, for I must look in at the Square . Think well of what I have said, and let me hear from you as soon as you can."

Chapter II

Zenobia was the queen of London, of fashion, and of the Tory party. When she was not holding high festivals, or at tending them, she was always at home to her intimates, and as she deigned but rarely to honor the assemblies of others with her presence, she was generally at her evening post to receive the initiated. To be her uninvited guest under such circumstances proved at once that you had entered the highest circle of the social Paradise. Zenobia was leaning back on a brilliant sofa, supported by many cushions, and a great personage, gray-headed and blue ribboned, who was permitted to share the honors of the high place, was hanging on her animated and inspiring accents. An ambassador, in an armed chair which he had placed some what before her, while he listened with apparent devotion to the oracle, now and then interposed a remark, polished and occasionally cynical.

More remote, some dames of high de gree were surrounded by a chosen band of rank and fashion and celebrity ; and now and then was heard a silver laugh, and now and then was breathed a gentle sigh. Servants glided about the suite of summer chambers occasionally with sherbets and ices, and sometimes a lady entered and saluted Zenobia, and then retreated to the general group, and sometimes a gentleman entered and pressed the hand of Zenobia to his lips, and then vanished into air. " What I want you to see," said Zenobia, " is that reaction is the law of life, and that we are on the eve of a great reac tion. Since Lord Castlereagh's death we have had five years of revolution — nothing but change, and every change has been disastrous. Abroad we are in league with all the conspirators of the Continent, and if there were a general war, we should ENDYMION. not have an ally ; at home our trade, I am told, is quite ruined, and we are deluged with foreign articles ; while, thanks to Mr. Huskisson, the country banks, which enabled Mr. Pitt to carry on the war, and saved England, are all broken.

There was one thing of which I thought we should always be proud, and that was our laws and their administration ; but now our most sacred enactments are questioned, and people are told to call out for the reform of our courts of judicature, which used to be the glory of the land. This can not last. I see, indeed, many signs of national disgust ; people would have borne a great deal from poor Lord Liverpool, for they knew he was a good man, though I always thought a weak one ; but when it was found that this boasted Liberalism only meant letting the Whigs into office, who, if they had always been in office, would have made us the slaves of Bonaparte, their eyes were opened. Depend upon it, the reaction has commenced." "We shall have some trouble with France," said the am bassador, " unless there is a change here."

"The Church is weary of the present men," said the great personage. "No one really knows what they are after." " And how can the country be governed without the Church ?" exclaimed Zenobia. "If the country once thinks the Church is in danger, the affair will soon be finished. The King ought to be told what is going on." "Nothing is going on," said the ambassador ; "but every body is afraid of something. " "The King's friends should impress upon him never to lose sight of the landed interest," said the great personage. " How can any government go on without the support of the Church and the land ?" exclaimed Zenobia. "It is quite unnatural." " That is the mystery," remarked the ambassador. " Here is a government, supported by none of the influences hitherto deemed indispensable, and yet it exists."

"The newspapers support it," said the great personage; " and the Dissenters, who are trying to bring themselves into notice, and who are said to have some influence in the northern counties, and the Whigs, who are in a hole, are willing to MR. FERRARS. 9 seize the hand of the ministry to help them out of it ; and then there is always a number of people who will support any government — and so the thing works." "They have got a new name for this hybrid sentiment," said the ambassador. " They call it public opinion." "How very absurd !" said Zenobia; "a mere nickname. As if there could be any opinion but that of the Sovereign and the two Houses of Parliament." " They are trying to introduce here the continental Liber alism," said the great personage. "Now we know what Lib eralism means on the continent.

It means the abolition of property and religion. Those ideas would not suit this coun try ; and I often puzzle myself to foresee how they will at tempt to apply Liberal opinions here." "I shall always think," said Zenobia, "that Lord Liver pool went much too far, though I never said so in his time ; for I always uphold my friends." "Well, we shall see what Canning will do about the Test and Corporation Acts," said the great personage. "I under stand they mean to push him." "By the by, how is he really?" said the ambassador. " What are the accounts this afternoon ? " " Here is a gentleman who will tell us," said Zenobia, as Mr. Ferrars entered and saluted her. " And what is your news from Chiswick ?" she inquired. " They say at Brookes', that he will be at Downing Street on Monday." " I doubt it," said Zenobia, but with an expression of dis appointment.

Zenobia invited Mr. Ferrars to join her immediate circle. The great personage and the ambassador were confidentially affable to one whom Zenobia so distinguished. Their conversation was in hushed tones, as become the initiated. Even Zenobia seemed subdued, and listened ; and to listen, among her many talents, was perhaps her rarest. Mr. Ferrars was one of her favorites, and Zenobia liked young men who she thought would become ministers of State. An Hungarian Princess who had quitted the opera early ENDYMION. 10 that she might look in at Zenobia's was now announced. The arrival of this great lady made a stir. Zenobia embraced her, and the great personage with affectionate homage yielded to her instantly the place of honor, and then soon retreated to the laughing voices in the distance that had already more than once attracted and charmed his ear. " Mind ; I see you to-morrow," said Zenobia to Mr. Ferrars as he also withdrew. " I shaU have something to tell you."

Chapter III

The father of Mr. Ferrars had the reputation of being the son of a once somewhat celebrated statesman, but the only patrimony he inherited from his presumed parent was a clerkship in the Treasury, where he found himself drudging at an early age. Nature had endowed him with considerable abili ties, and peculiarly adapted to the scene of their display. It was difficult to decide which was most remarkable, his shrewd ness or his capacity of labor. His quickness of perception and mastery of details made him in a few years an authority in the office, and a Secretary of the Treasury, who was quite ignorant of details, but who was a good judge of human character, had the sense to appoint Ferrars his private secretary. This happy preferment in time opened the whole official world to one not only singularly qualified for that kind of life, but who possessed the peculiar gifts that were then commencing to be much in demand in those circles.

We were then entering that era of commercial and financial reform which had been, if not absolutely occasioned, certainly precipitated, by the revolt of our colonies. Knowledge of finance and acquaintance with tariffs were then rare gifts, and before five years of his private secretaryship had expired, Ferrars was mentioned to Mr. Pitt as the man at the Treasury who could do something that the great minister required. This decided his lot. Mr. Pitt found in Ferrars the instrument he wanted, and appreciating all his COLLEGE DAYS. 11 qualities placed him in a position which afforded them full play. The minister returned Ferrars to Parliament, for the Treasury then had boroughs of its own, and the new member was preferred to an important and laborious post. So long as Pitt and Grenville were in the ascendant, Mr. Ferrars toiled and flourished.

He was exactly the man they liked ; unwearied, vigilant, clear and cold ; with a dash of natural sarcasm developed by a sharp and varied experience. He disappeared from the active world in the latter years of the Liverpool reign, when a newer generation and more bustling ideas successfully asserted their claims ; but he retired with the solace of a sine cure, a pension, and a privjT-councilorship. The Cabinet he had never entered, nor dared to hope to enter. It was the privilege of an inner circle even in our then contracted public life. It was the dream of Ferrars to revenge in this respect his fate in the person of his son, and only child. He was re solved that his offspring should enjoy all those advantages of education and breeding and society of which he himself had been deprived. For him was to be reserved a full initiation in those costly ceremonies which, under the names of Eton and Christchurch, in his time fascinated and dazzled mankind.

His son, William Pitt Ferrars, realized even more than his father's hopes. Extremely good-looking, he was gifted with a precocity of talent. He was the marvel of Eton and the hope of Oxford. As a boy, his Latin verses threw enraptured tutors into paroxysms of praise, while debating societies hailed with acclamation clearly another heaven-born minister. He went up to Oxford about the time that the examinations were re formed and rendered really efficient. This only increased his renown, for the name of Ferrars figured among the earliest double-firsts. Those were days when a crack university reputation often opened the doors of the House of Commons to a young aspirant ; at least, after a season. But Ferrars had not to wait. His father, who watched his career with the passionate interest with which a Newmarket man watches the develop ment of some gifted yearling, took care that all the odds should be in his favor in the race of life.

An old colleague of the elder Mr. Ferrars, a worthy peer with many boroughs, placed ENDYMION. 12 a seat at the disposal of the youthful hero, the moment he was prepared to accept it, and he might be said to have left the University only to enter the House of Commons. There, if his career had not yet realized the dreams of his youthful admirers, it had at least been one of progress and unbroken prosperity. His first speech was successful, though florid, but it was on foreign affairs, which permit rhetoric, and in those days demanded at least one Virgilian quotation. In this latter branch of oratorical adornment Ferrars was never deficient. No young man of that time, and scarcely any old one, ventured to address Mr. Speaker without being equipped with a Latin passage. Ferrars, in this respect, was triply armed.

Indeed, when he entered public life, full of hope and promise, though disciplined to a certain extent by his mathe matical training, he had read very little more than some Latin writers, some Greek plays, and some treatises of Aristotle. These with a due course of Bampton Lectures and some dip ping into the "Quarterly Review," then in its prime, qualified a man in those days, not only for being a member of Parlia ment, but becoming a candidate for the responsibility of statesmanship. Ferrars made his way ; for two years he was occasionally asked by the minister to speak, and then Lord Castlereagh, who liked young men, made him a Lord of the Treasury. He was Under-Secretary of State, and "very ris ing," when the death of Lord Liverpool brought about the severance of the Tory party, and Mr. Ferrars, mainly under the advice of Zenobia, resigned his office when Mr. Canning was appointed Minister, and cast in his lot with the great des tiny of the Duke of Wellington.

The elder Ferrars had the reputation of being wealthy. It was supposed that he had enjoyed opportunities of making money, and had availed himself of them, but this was not true. Though a cynic, and with little respect for his fellow crea tures, Ferrars had a pride in official purity, and when the Gov ernment was charged with venality and corruption, he would observe, with a dry chuckle, that he had seen a great deal of life, and that for his part he would not much trust any man out of Downing Street. He had been unable to resist the MISS CAREY. 13 temptation of connecting his life with that of an individual of birth and rank ; and in a weak moment, perhaps his only one, he had given his son a step-mother in a still good-looking and very expensive Viscountess Dowager. Mr. Ferrars was anxious that his son should make a great alliance, but he was so distracted between prudential considera tions and his desire that in the veins of his grandchildren there should flow blood of undoubted nobility, that he could never bring to his purpose that clear and concentrated will which was one of the causes of his success in life ; and, in the midst of his perplexities, his son unexpectedly settled the question himself.

Though naturally cold and calculating, William Fer rars, like most of us, had a vein of romance in his being, and it asserted itself. There was a Miss Carey, who suddenly be came the beauty of the season. She was an orphan, and re puted to be no inconsiderable heiress, and was introduced to the world by an aunt who was a duchess, and who meant that her niece should be the same. Everybody talked about them, and they went everywhere — among other places to the House of Commons, where Miss Carey, spying the senators from the old ventilator in the ceiling of St. Stephen's Chapel, dropped in her excitement her opera-glass, which fell at the feet of Mr. Under-Secretary Ferrars. He hastened to restore it to its beautiful owner, whom he found accompanied by several of his friends, and he was not only thanked, but invited to remain with them ; and the next day he called, and he called very often aftenward, and many other things happened, and at the end of July, the beauty of the season was married not to a Duke, but to a rising man, who Zenobia, who at first disapproved of the match — for Zenobia never liked her male friends to marry — was sure would one day be Prime Minister of England.

Mrs. Ferrars was of the same opinion as Zenobia, for she was ambitious, and the dream was captivating. And Mrs. Ferrars soon gained Zenobia's good graces, for she had many charms, and, though haughty to the multitude, was a first-rate flatterer. Zenobia liked flattery, and always said she did. Mr. Under-Secretary Ferrars took a mansion in Hill Street, and furnished it with befitting splendor. His dinners were cele- ENDYMION. 14 brated, and Mrs. Ferrars gave suppers after the opera. The equipages of Mrs. Ferrars were distinguished, and they had a large retinue of servants. They had only two children, and they were twins, a brother and a sister, who were brought up like the children of princes. Partly for them, and partly be cause a minister should have a Tusculum, the Ferrars soon en gaged a magnificent villa at Wimbledon, which had the advan tage of admirable stables, convenient, as Mrs. Ferrars was fond of horses, and liked the children too, with their fancy ponies, to be early accustomed to riding.

All this occasioned expenditure, but old Mr. Ferrars made his son a liberal allowance, and young Mrs. Ferrars was an heiress, or the world thought so, which is nearly the same, and then, too, young Mr. Ferrars was a rising man, in office, and who would always be in office for the rest of his life ; at least, Zenobia said so, because he was on the right side and the Whigs were nowhere, and never would be anywhere, which was quite right, as they had wished to make us the slaves of Bonaparte. When the King, after much hesitation, sent for Mr. Can ning, on the resignation of Lord Liverpool, the Zenobian theory seemed a little at fault, and William Ferrars absolutely out of office had more than one misgiving ; but, after some months of doubt and anxiety, it seemed after all the great lady was right.

The unexpected disappearance of Mr. Canning from the scene, followed by the transient and embarrassed phantom of Lord Goderich, seemed to indicate an inexorable destiny that England should be ruled by the most eminent man of the age, and the most illustrious of her citizens. William Ferrars, under the inspiration of Zenobia, had thrown in his fortunes with the Duke, and after nine months of disquietude found his due reward. In the January that succeeded the August con versation in St. James' Street with Sidney Wilton, William Ferrars was sworn of the Privy Council, and held high office, on the verge of the Cabinet. Mr. Ferrars had a dinner party in Hill Street on the day he had returned from Windsor with the seals of his new office. The catastrophe of the Goderich Cabinet, almost on the eve of the meeting of Parliament, had been so sudden that, not an- SIDNEY WILTON. 15 ticipating such a state of affairs, Ferrars, among his other guests, had invited Sidney Wilton.

He was rather regretting this when, as his carriage stopped at his own door, he observed that very gentleman on his threshold. Wilton greeted him warmly, and congratulated him on his promotion. "I do so at once," he added, "because I shall not have the opportunity this evening. I was calling here in the hope of seeing Mrs. Ferrars, and asking her to excuse me from being your guest to-day." "Well, it is rather awkward," said Ferrars, "but I could have no idea of this when you were so kind as to say you would come." " Oh, nothing of that sort," said Sidney. " I am out and you are in, and I hope you may be in for a long, long time. I dare say it may be so, and the Duke is the man of the age, as you always said he was. I hope your being in office is not to deprive me of your pleasant dinners ; it would be too bad to lose my place both at Whitehall and in Hill Street."

" I trust that will never happen, my dear fellow ; but to day I thought it might be embarrassing." " Not at all ; I could endure without wincing even the triumphant glance of Zenobia. The fact is, I have some business of the most pressing nature which has suddenly arisen, and which demands my immediate attention." Ferrars expressed his regret, though in fact he was greatly relieved, and they parted.. Zenobia did dine with the William Ferrars to-day, and her handsome husband came with her, a knight of the garter, and just appointed to a high office in the household by the new government. Even the excitement of the hour did not dis turb his indigenous .repose. It was a dignified serenity, quite natural, and quite compatible with easy and even cordial man ners, and an address always considerate even when not sympathetic.

He was not a loud or a long talker, but his terse remarks were full of taste and a just appreciation of things. H they were sometimes trenchant, the blade was of fine tem per. Old Mr. Ferrars was there and the Vicountess Edgware. His hair had become quite silvered, and his cheek rosy as a ENDYMION. 16 December apple. His hazel eyes twinkled with satisfaction as he remembered the family had now produced two privy coun cilors. Lord Pomeroy was there, the great lord who had re turned William Ferrars to Parliament, a little man, quiet, shy, rather insignificant in appearance, but who observed everybody and everything ; a conscientious man, who was always doing good, in silence and secrecy, and denounced as a boroughmon ger, had never sold a seat in his life, and was always looking out for able men of character to introduce them to public affairs.

It was not a formal party, but had grown up in great degree out of the circumstances of the moment. There were more men than women, and all men in office or devoted sup porters of the new ministry. Mrs. Ferrars, without being a regular beauty, had a volup tuous face and form. Her complexion was brilliant, with large and long-lashed eyes of blue. Her mouth was certainly too large, but the pouting richness of her lips and the splendor of her teeth baffled criticism. She was a woman who was always gorgeously or fantastically attired. "I never can understand," would sometimes observe Zeno bia's husband to his brilliant spouse, "how affairs are carried on in this world. Now we have, my dear, fifty thousand per annum ; and I do not see how Ferrars can have much more than five ; and yet he lives much as we do, perhaps better.