o man
professed a more edifying repentance. He was hat in hand to every
black-coat, established or dissenting. Repentance was to his interest,
to be sure, but yet let us hope it was sincere. There is some hypocrisy,
of which one does not like even to entertain the thought; especially
that awful falsehood which trades with divine truth, and takes the name
of Heaven in vain.

The Roebuck Inn at Newcome stands in the market-place, directly facing
the King's Arms, where, as we know, Colonel Newcome and uncompromising
toleration held their headquarters. Immense banners of blue and yellow
floated from every window of the King's Arms, and decorated the
balcony from which the Colonel and the assistants were in the habit
of addressing the multitude. Fiddlers and trumpeters, arrayed in his
colours, paraded the town and enlivened it with their melodious strains.
Other trumpeters and fiddlers, bearing the true-blue cockades and
colours of Sir Barnes Newcome, Bart., would encounter the Colonel's
musicians, on which occasions of meeting, it is to be feared, small
harmony was produced. They banged each other with their brazen
instruments. The warlike drummers thumped each other's heads in lieu of
the professional sheepskin. The townboys and street-blackguards rejoiced
in these combats, and exhibited their valour on one side or the other.
The Colonel had to pay a long bill for broken brass when he settled the
little accounts of the election.

In after times, F. B. was pleased to describe the circumstances of
a contest in which he bore a most distinguished part. It was F. B.'s
opinion that his private eloquence brought over many waverers to the
Colonel's side, and converted numbers of the benighted followers of
Sir Barnes Newcome. Bayham's voice was indeed magnificent, and could
be heard from the King's Arm's balcony above the shout and roar of the
multitude, the gongs and bugles of the opposition bands. He was untiring
in his oratory--undaunted in the presence of the crowds below. He was
immensely popular, F. B. Whether he laid his hand upon his broad chest,
took off his hat and waved it, or pressed his blue and yellow ribbons to
his bosom, the crowd shouted, "Hurra: silence! bravo! Bayham for ever!"
"They would have carried me in triumph," said F. B.; "if I had but the
necessary qualification I might be member for Newcome this day or any
other I chose."

I am afraid in this conduct of the Colonel's election Mr. Bayham
resorted to