"These, gentlemen, are my sentiments; and I think that, upon consideration, you will find them such as may ent.i.tle me to your cordial support. I need not say how highly I shall value the trust, or how zealously I shall endeavour to promote your local interests.
These, probably, can be best advanced by a cautious regard to my own.
"On any other topics I shall be happy to give you the fullest and most satisfactory explanation. I shall merely add, as a summary of my opinions, that while ready on the one hand to coerce labour, so as to stimulate internal industry to the utmost, and to add largely to the amount of our population; I am, upon the other, a friend to the liberty of the subject, and to the promotion of such genial and sanatory measures as suit the tendency of our enlightened age, the diffusion of universal philanthropy, and the spread of popular opinion. I remain, GENTLEMEN, with the deepest respect, your very obedient and humble servant,
"AUGUSTUS REGINALD DUNSHUNNER.
"ST MIRREN"S HOUSE, "_June 1847._"
The editor of the _Dreepdaily Patriot_, wisely considering that this advertis.e.m.e.nt was the mere prelude to many more, was kind enough to dedicate a leading article to an exposition of my past services. I am not a vain man; so that I shall not here reprint the panegyric pa.s.sed upon myself, or the ovation which my friend foresaw. Indeed, I am so far from vain, that I really began to think, while perusing the columns of the _Patriot_, that I had somewhat foolishly shut my eyes. .h.i.therto to the greatness of that talent, and the brilliancy of those parts which were now proclaimed to the world. Yes! it was quite clear that I had hitherto been concealing my candle under a bushel--that I was cut out by nature for a legislator--and that I was the very man for the Dreepdaily electors. Under this conviction, I started upon my canva.s.s, munimented with letters of introduction from M"Corkindale, who, much against his inclination, was compelled to remain at home.
CHAPTER II.
Dreepdaily is a beautiful little town, embosomed in an amphitheatre of hills which have such a winning way with the clouds that the summits are seldom visible. Dreepdaily, if situated in Arabia, would be deemed a paradise. All round it the vegetation is long, and lithe, and luxuriant; the trees keep their verdure late; and the rush of the nettles is amazing.
How the inhabitants contrive to live, is to me a matter of mystery.
There is no particular trade or calling exercised in the place--no busy hum of artisans, or clanking of hammer or machinery. Round the suburbs, indeed, there are rows of mean-looking cottages, each with its strapping la.s.s in the national short-gown at the door, from the interior of which resounds the boom of the weaver"s shuttle. There is also one factory at a little distance; but when you reach the town itself, all is supereminently silent. In fine weather, crowds of urchins of both s.e.xes are seen sunning themselves on the quaint-looking flights of steps by which the doors, usually on the second story, are approached; and as you survey the swarms of bare-legged and flaxen-haired infantry, you cannot help wondering in your heart what has become of the adult population. It is only towards evening that the seniors appear. Then you may find them either congregated on the bridge discussing politics and polemics, or lounging in the little square in affectionate vicinity to the public-house, or leaning over the windows in their shirt-sleeves, in the tranquil enjoyment of a pipe. In short, the cares and the bustle of the world, even in this railroad age, seem to have fallen lightly on the pacific burghers of Dreepdaily. According to their own account, the town was once a peculiar favourite of royalty. It boasts of a charter from King David the First, and there is an old ruin in the neighbourhood which is said to have been a palace of that redoubted monarch. It may be so, for there is no accounting for const.i.tutions; but had I been King David, I certainly should have preferred a place where the younger branches of the family would have been less liable to the accident of catarrh.
Dreepdaily, in the olden time, was among the closest of all the burghs.
Its representation had a fixed price, which was always rigorously exacted and punctually paid; and for half a year thereafter, the corporation made merry thereon. The Reform Bill, therefore, was by no means popular in the council. A number of discontented Radicals and of small householders, who hitherto had been excluded from partic.i.p.ation in the good things of the State, now got upon the roll, and seemed determined for a time to carry matters with a high hand, and to return a member of their own. And doubtless they would have succeeded, had not the same spirit been abroad in the sister burghs of Drouthielaw and Kittleweem; which, for some especial reason or other, known doubtless to Lord John Russell, but utterly unintelligible to the rest of mankind, were, though situated in different counties, a.s.sociated with Dreepdaily in the return of their future member. Each of these places had a separate interest, and started a separate man; so that, amidst this conflict of Liberalism, the old member for Dreepdaily, a Conservative, again slipped into his place. The consequence was, that the three burghs were involved in a desperate feud.
In those days there lived in Dreepdaily one Laurence Linklater, more commonly known by the name of Tod Lowrie, who exercised the respectable functions of a writer and a messenger-at-arms. Lowrie was a remarkably acute individual, of the Gilbert Glossin school, by no means scrupulous in his dealings, but of singular plausibility and courage. He had started in life as a Radical, but finding that that line did not pay well, he had prudently subsided into a Whig, and in that capacity had acquired a sort of local notoriety. He had contrived, moreover, to gain a tolerable footing in Drouthielaw, and in the course of time became intimately acquainted with the circ.u.mstances of its inhabitants, and under the pretext of agency had contrived to worm the greater part of their t.i.tle-deeds into his keeping.
It then occurred to Lowrie, that, notwithstanding the discordant situation of the burghs, something might be done to effect a union under his own especial chieftainship. Not that he cared in his heart one farthing about the representation--Tyrian and Trojan were in reality the same to him--but he saw that the gain of these burghs would be of immense advantage to his party, and he determined that the advantage should be balanced by a corresponding profit to himself. Accordingly, he began quietly to look to the state of the neglected register; lodged objections to all claims given in by parties upon whom he could not depend; smuggled a sufficient number of his own clients and adherents upon the roll, and in the course of three years was able to intimate to an eminent Whig partisan, that he, Laurence Linklater, held in his own hands the representation of the Dreepdaily Burghs, could turn the election either way he pleased, and was open to reasonable terms.
The result was, that Mr Linklater was promoted to a very lucrative county office, and moreover, that the whole patronage of the district was thereafter observed to flow through the Laurentian channel. Of course all those who could claim kith or kindred with Lowrie were provided for in the first instance; but there were stray crumbs still going, and in no one case could even a gaugership be obtained without the adhesion of an additional vote. Either the applicant must be ready to sell his independence, or, if that were done already, to pervert the politics of a relative. A Whig member was returned at the next election by an immense majority; and for some time Linklater reigned supreme in the government of Dreepdaily and Drouthielaw.
But death, which spares no governors, knocked at the door of Linklater.
A surfeit of mutton-pies, after the triumphant termination of a law-suit, threw the burghs into a state of anarchy. Lowrie was gathered unto his fathers, and there was no one to reign in his stead.
At least there was no apparent ruler. Every one observed, that the stream of patronage and of local jobbing still flowed on as copiously as before, but n.o.body could discover by what hands it was now directed.
Suspicion fastened its eyes for some time upon Provost Binkie; but the vehement denials of that gentleman, though not in themselves conclusive, at last gained credence from the fact, that a situation which he had solicited from Government for his nephew was given to another person.
Awful rumours began to circulate of the existence of a secret junta.
Each man regarded his neighbour with intense suspicion and distrust, because, for anything he knew, that neighbour might be a member of the terrible tribunal, by means of which all the affairs of the community were regulated, and a single ill-timed word might absolutely prove his ruin. Such, indeed, in one instance was the case. In an evil hour for himself, an independent town-councillor thought fit to denounce the Clique as an unconst.i.tutional and tyrannical body, and to table a motion for an inquiry as to its nature, members, and proceedings. So strong was the general alarm that he could not even find a seconder. But the matter did not stop there. The rash meddler had drawn upon himself the vengeance of a remorseless foe. His business began to fall off; rumours of the most malignant description were circulated regarding his character; two of his relatives who held situations were dismissed without warning and without apology; his credit was a.s.sailed in every quarter; and in less than six months after he had made that most unfortunate harangue, the name of Thomas Gritt, baker in Dreepdaily, was seen to figure in the Gazette. So fell Gritt a martyr, and if any one mourned for him, it was in secret, and the profoundest awe.
Such was the political state of matters, at the time when I rode down the princ.i.p.al street of Dreepdaily. I need hardly say that I did not know a single soul in the burgh; in that respect, indeed, there was entire reciprocity on both sides, for the requisition referred to in my address was a felicitous fiction by M"Corkindale. I stopped before a substantial bluff-looking house, the lower part of which was occupied as a shop, and a scroll above informed me that the proprietor was Walter Binkie, grocer.
A short squat man, with an oleaginous face and remarkably bushy eyebrows, was in the act of weighing out a pennyworth of "sweeties" to a little girl as I entered.
"Is the Provost of Dreepdaily within?" asked I.
"I"se warrant he"s that," was the reply; "Hae, my dear, there"s a sugar almond t"ye into the bargain. Gae your waus hame noo, and tell your mither that I"ve some grand new tea. Weel, sir, what was you wanting?"
"I wish particularly to speak to the Provost."
"Weel then, speak awa"," and he straightway squatted himself before his ledger.
"I beg your pardon, sir! Have I really the honour of addressing--"
"Walter Binkie, the Provost of this burgh. But if ye come on Council matters, ye"re lang ahint the hour. I"m just steppin" up to denner, and I never do business after that."
"But perhaps you will allow me--"
"I will allow nae man, sir, to interrupt my leisure. If ye"re wanting onything, gang to the Town-Clerk."
"Permit me one moment--my name is Dunshunner."
"Eh, what!" cried the Provost, bounding from his stool, "speak lower or the lad will hear ye. Are ye the gentleman that"s stannin" for the burrows?"
"The same."
"Lord-sake! what for did ye no say that afore? Jims! I say, Jims! Look after the shop! Come this way, sir, up the stair, and take care ye dinna stumble on that toom cask o" saut."
I followed the Provost up a kind of corkscrew stair, until we emerged upon a landing-place in his own proper domicile. We entered the dining-room. It was showily furnished; with an enormous urn of paper roses in the grate, two stuffed parroquets upon the mantelpiece, a flamingo-coloured carpet, enormous worsted bell-pulls, and a couple of portraits by some peripatetic follower of Vand.y.k.e, one of them representing the Provost in his civic costume, and the other bearing some likeness to a fat female in a turban, with a cairngorm brooch about the size of a platter on her breast, and no want of carmine on the s.p.a.ce dedicated to the cheeks.
The Provost locked the door, and then clapped his ear to the key-hole.
He next approached the window, drew down the blinds so as effectually to prevent any opposite scrutiny, and motioned me to a seat.
"And so ye"re Mr Dunshunner?" said he. "Oh man, but I"ve been wearyin"
to see you!"
"Indeed! you flatter me very much."
"Nae flattery, Mr Dunshunner--nane! I"m a plain honest man, that"s a", and naebody can say that Wattie Binkie has blawn in their lug. And sae ye"re comin" forrard for the burrows? It"s a bauld thing, sir--a bauld thing, and a great honour ye seek. No that I think ye winna do honour to it, but it"s a great trust for sae young a man; a heavy responsibility, as a body may say, to hang upon a callant"s shouthers."
"I hope, Mr Binkie, that my future conduct may show that I can at least act up to my professions."
"Nae doubt, sir--I"m no mis...o...b..in" ye, and to say the truth ye profess weel. I"ve read yer address, sir, and I like yer principles--they"re the stench auld Whig anes--keep a" we can to ourselves, and haud a gude grup. But wha"s bringing ye forrard? Wha signed yer requisition? No the Kittleweem folk, I hope?--that wad be a sair thing against ye."
"Why, no--certainly not. The fact is, Mr Binkie, that I have not seen the requisition. Its contents were communicated by a third party, on whom I have the most perfect reliance; and as I understood there was some delicacy in the matter, I did not think it proper to insist upon a sight of the signatures."
The Provost gave a long whistle.
"I see it noo!" he said; "I see it! I ken"t there was something gaun on forbye the common. Ye"re a lucky man, Mr Dunshunner, and ye"re election is as sure as won. Ye"ve been spoken to by them ye ken o"!"
"Upon my word, I do not understand--"
"Ay--ay! Ye"re richt to be cautious. Weel I wat they are kittle cattle to ride the water on. But wha was"t, sir,--wha was"t? Ye needna be feared of me. I ken how to keep a secret."
"Really, Mr Binkie, except through a third party, as I have told you already, I have had no communication with any one."
"Weel--they _are_ close--there"s nae denyin" that. But ye surely maun hae some inkling o" the men--Them that"s ahint the screen, ye ken?"
"Indeed, I have not. But stay--if you allude to the Clique----"
"Wheest, sir, wheest!" cried the Provost, in an agitated tone of voice.
"Gudesake, tak care what ye say--ye dinna ken wha may hear ye. Ye hae spoken a word that I havena heard this mony a day without shaking in my shoon. Aye speak ceevily o" the deil--ye dinna ken how weel ye may be acquaunt!"