d confidante, and
bestowed her big person upon the little aide-de-camp at the end of a
fortnight's wooing. In the course of time their mutual fathers died;
the Gorgon estates were unencumbered: patron of both the seats in the
borough of Oldborough, and occupant of one, Sir George Grimsby Gorgon,
Baronet, was a personage of no small importance.

He was, it scarcely need to be said, a Tory; and this was the reason
why William Pitt Scully, Esquire, of the firm of Perkins and Scully,
deserted those principles in which he had been bred and christened;
deserted that church which he had frequented, for he could not bear to
see Sir George and my Lady flaunting in their grand pew;--deserted, I
say, the church, adopted the conventicle, and became one of the most
zealous and eloquent supporters that Freedom has known in our time.
Scully, of the house of Scully and Perkins, was a dangerous enemy. In
five years from that marriage, which snatched from the jilted solicitor
his heart's young affections, Sir George Gorgon found that he must
actually spend seven hundred pounds to keep his two seats. At the next
election, a Liberal was set up against his man, and actually ran
him hard; and finally, at the end of eighteen years, the rejected
Scully--the mean attorney--was actually the FIRST Member for Oldborough,
Sir George Grimsby Gorgon, Baronet, being only the second!

The agony of that day cannot be imagined--the dreadful curses of Sir
George, who saw fifteen hundred a year robbed from under his very
nose--the religious resignation of my Lady--the hideous window-smashing
that took place at the "Gorgon Arms," and the discomfiture of the pelted
Mayor and Corporation. The very next Sunday, Scully was reconciled to
the church (or attended it in the morning, and the meeting twice in the
afternoon), and as Doctor Snorter uttered the prayer for the High Court
of Parliament, his eye, the eye of his whole party--turned towards Lady
Gorgon and Sir George in a most unholy triumph. Sir George (who always
stood during prayers, like a military man) fairly sank down among the
hassocks, and Lady Gorgon was heard to sob as audibly as ever did little
beadle-belaboured urchin.

Scully, when at Oldborough, came from that day forth to church. "What,"
said he, "was it to him? were we not all brethren?" Old Perkins,
however, kept religiously to the Squaretoes congregation. In fact, to
tell the truth, this subject had been debated between the partners,
who