Will they bring his poor splintered body home?
FIRST CITIZEN
Yes. They say he"s to be tombed in marble, at St. Paul"s or Westminster. We shall see him if he lays in state. It will make a patriotic spectacle for a fine day.
BOY
How can you see a dead man, father, after so long?
FIRST CITIZEN
They"ll embalm him, my boy, as they did all the great Egyptian admirals.
BOY
His lady will be handy for that, won"t she?
FIRST CITIZEN
Don"t ye ask awkward questions.
SECOND CITIZEN
Here"s another coming!
FIRST CITIZEN
That"s my Lord Chancellor Eldon. Wot he"ll say, and wot he"ll look!
Mr. Pitt will be here soon.
BOY
I don"t like Billy. He killed Uncle John"s parrot.
SECOND CITIZEN
How may ye make that out, youngster?
BOY
Mr. Pitt made the war, and the war made us want sailors; and Uncle John went for a walk down Wapping High Street to talk to the pretty ladies one evening; and there was a press all along the river that night--a regular hot one--and Uncle John was carried on board a man-of-war to fight under Nelson; and n.o.body minded Uncle John"s parrot, and it talked itself to death. So Mr. Pitt killed Uncle John"s parrot; see it, sir?
SECOND CITIZEN
You had better have a care of this boy, friend. His brain is too precious for the common risks of Cheapside. Not but what he might as well have said Boney killed the parrot when he was about it.
And as for Nelson--who"s now sailing shinier seas than ours, if they"ve rubbed Her off his slate where he"s gone to,--the French papers say that our loss in him is greater than our gain in ships; so that logically the victory is theirs. Gad, sir, it"s almost true!
[A hurrahing is heard from Cheapside, and the crowd in that direction begins to hustle and show excitement.]
FIRST CITIZEN
He"s coming, he"s coming! Here, let me lift you up, my boy.-- Why, they have taken out the horses, as I am man alive!
SECOND CITIZEN
Pitt for ever!--Why, here"s a blade opening and shutting his mouth like the rest, but never a sound does he raise!
THIRD CITIZEN
I"ve not too much breath to carry me through my day"s work, so I can"t afford to waste it in such luxuries as crying Hurrah to aristocrats. If ye was ten yards off y"d think I was shouting as loud as any.
SECOND CITIZEN
It"s a very mean practice of ye to husband yourself at such a time, and gape in dumbshow like a frog in Plaistow Marshes.
THIRD CITIZEN
No, sir; it"s economy; a very necessary instinct in these days of ghastly taxations to pay half the armies in Europe! In short, in the word of the Ancients, it is scarcely compa.s.s-mentas to do otherwise! Somebody must save something, or the country will be as bankrupt as Mr. Pitt himself is, by all account; though he don"t look it just now.
[PITT"s coach pa.s.ses, drawn by a troop of running men and boy.
The Prime Minister is seen within, a thin, erect, up-nosed figure, with a flush of excitement on his usually pale face.
The vehicle reached the doorway to the Guildhall and halts with a jolt. PITT gets out shakily, and amid cheers enters the building.]
FOURTH CITIZEN
Quite a triumphal entry. Such is power; Now worshipped, now accursed! The overthrow Of all Pitt"s European policy When his hired army and his chosen general Surrendered them at Ulm a month ago, Is now forgotten! Ay; this Trafalgar Will botch up many a ragged old repute, Make Nelson figure as domestic saint No less than country"s saviour, Pitt exalt As zenith-star of England"s firmament, And uncurse all the bogglers of her weal At this adventurous time.
THIRD CITIZEN
Talk of Pitt being ill. He looks hearty as a buck.