My candidate was called first, out of courtesy to me, and the head of the Board opened on him with official solemnity:
"The rule requiring four generations of nobility or else the candidate is not eligible."
"Sire, the Board finds this candidate perfect in all the requirements and qualifications for military com- mand, and doth hold his case open for decision after due examination of his competitor."
Bygrave to give him any assistance; he would confer, when they got to their journey's end, with the landlady of the hotel, and would examine the candidates
for the vacant office himself.
He would be both ashamed and afraid to bring forward, for the most distinguished or lucrative stations, candidates
who had no other merit than that of coming from the same State to which he particularly belonged, or of being in some way or other personally allied to him, or of possessing the necessary insignificance and pliancy to render them the obsequious instruments of his pleasure.
There was an open carriage-and-four, for the Honourable Samuel Slumkey; and there were four carriage-and- pair, for his friends and supporters; and the flags were rustling, and the band was playing, and the constables were swearing, and the twenty committee-men were squabbling, and the mob were shouting, and the horses were backing, and the post-boys perspiring; and everybody, and everything, then and there assembled, was for the special use, behoof, honour, and renown, of the Honourable Samuel Slumkey, of Slumkey Hall, one of the candidates for the representation of the borough of Eatanswill, in the Commons House of Parliament of the United Kingdom.
Upon this terrific denunciation, the supporters of the two candidates interfered, and after the friends of each party had quarrelled in pairs, for three-quarters of an hour, Horatio Fizkin, Esquire, touched his hat to the Honourable Samuel Slumkey; the Honourable Samuel Slumkey touched his to Horatio Fizkin, Esquire; the band was stopped; the crowd were partially quieted; and Horatio Fizkin, Esquire, was permitted to proceed.
He certainly knew much more about rural problems than either Hughes, the Reform candidate, or Verner, the Constitutional candidate.
As he strode up a village street, brooding thus, his eyes encountered a complete contrast in the face of his other rival, the Reform candidate. Eric Hughes, with his blown blond hair and eager undergraduate face, was just getting into his motor car and saying a few final words to his agent, a sturdy, grizzled man named Gryce.
But Hawley tells me that if they send up a Whig at all it is sure to be Bagster, one of those candidates
who come from heaven knows where, but dead against Ministers, and an experienced Parliamentary man.
I myself have seen two or three candidates break a limb.
The ceremony is performed in his majesty's great chamber of state, where the candidates are to undergo a trial of dexterity very different from the former, and such as I have not observed the least resemblance of in any other country of the new or old world.