CHAPTER LXXI.
It was the pleasure of Mr. Longueville, the young rival candidate, to issue from the castle of his noble relative, Lord Malhamshire, mounted on a milk-white steed, accompanied by two or three friends who sported coal-black ones. They were followed by his lordship, in a splendid carriage, drawn by six bays, in which sat that parliamentary orator who constituted not only a host in himself, but the one distinguished and experienced person, for the late member was still a very young man, placed for a short time in parliament solely by family interest, or rather by old associations, which are not easily eradicated even in parties adopting new doctrines.
Many other carriages followed, filled by Yorkshire gentlemen, forming a procession with which our friends could by no means compete, being lamentably defective in their equipages, personally considered, the candidate himself, having only the
