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.