The Conspiracy
by Thomas Waters
The repudiated or unacknowledged claims upon the British Government, some of them for fabulous sums, all amount to a respectable national debt, and scores of individuals fall into poverty and untimely graves, in vain pursuit of a glittering bubble, ever dancing before their eyes, and ever just—only just—beyond their reach. The advent of a new First Lord of the Treasury, is the signal of a general revival from uneasy slumber of demands, which, shamefully ignored or neglected by his predecessor in office, will, write the unteachable solicitors, “be sure to meet with due appreciation from the distinguished statesman, to whom the favor of a gracious sovereign, and the suffrages of an enlightened people have entrusted the honor and interests of the great British nation—which honor and interests can never be more effectually promoted than by doing justice to the meanest alike with the mightiest of that sovereign’s subjects,” It is surprising, too, or at least it would be surprising to those who do not from experience know how slight a thread of colored cobweb will retain persons otherwise sane in the consuming idleness, gradually changing to equally idle despair, of the fool’s paradise of visionary hope,—to observe upon how slight and fanciful a foundation they continue to erect their air-drawn castles, I once knew a mathematician, of all men in the world, whom the following merely formal note uplifted to the seventh heaven from the slough of despond into which he was fast sinking, with some hope on his friends’ part that he would at last touch the bottom, and rebound therefrom by his own latent energy into the clear and healthful atmosphere of genuine working-day life.
“Whitehall,
“I am directed by Lord Melbourne to acknowledge the receipt of your memorial and accompanying… Read More