Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 edition. Excerpt: ... with the principal, of course; for, I'm persuaded, if my lord leaves his friends to their inclinations, it will be the inclination of my lord's friends to vote as he does, if he says nothing to them to the contrary. Lord J. I told you, Mr. Wheeler, that I should leave them to themselves. Burs, (still whistling) Well, I'll do my best to make that father of mine send me off to Oxford. I'm sure I'm fit to go--along with Wheeler. Why, you'd best be my tutor, Wheeler!--a devilish good thought. Wheel. An excellent thought! Burs. And a cursed fine dust we should kick up at Oxford with your Montem money and all!--Money's the go, after all. I wish it was come to my making you my last bow, " ye distant spires, ye antic towers!" Wheel, (aside to Lord J.) Ye antic towers!--fit for Oxford, my lord I Lord J. Antique towers, I suppose, Mr. Bursal means. Burs. Antique, to be sure! I said antique, did not I, Wheeler? Wheel. O, yes. Lord J. (aside) What a mean animal is this! Enter Rory O'Ryan. Rory. Why, now, what's become of Talbot, I want to know? There he is not to be found any where in the wide world; and there's a hullaboloo amongst his friends for him. (Wheeler and Bursal wink at one another.) Wheel. We know nothing of him. Lord J. I have not the honour, sir, to be one of Mr. Talbot's friends. It is his own fault, and I am sorry for it. Rory. Faith, so am J, especially as it is mine--fault I mean--and especially as the election is just going to come on. Enter a party of boys, who cry, Finsbury's come--Finsbury's come with the dresses. Wheel. Finsbury's come! O, let us see the dresses, and let us try 'em on to-night. Burs-(pushing the crowd) On with ye--On with ye, there?--Let's try 'em on!--Try 'em on--I'm to be colonel. 1st boy. And 1 lieutenant....