126 Glimpses of Our Ancestors.
about that Free Trade in commerce which Peel and Cobden and Bright afterwards achieved. It was glorious to hear my Uncle, in the innocence of his heart, launch into praises of the statesman who had done all he could to consign the Tory party and its principles of protection in trade and intolerance in religion to the tomb of all the Capulets! It was too bad of us! But we gave over at last, as we grew wiser and he grew older, and the old Tory floated into the calm waters of consideration and respect which his fine qualities as a man— passons the politician—deserved. He never surrendered a single point: he was as obstinate, as superstitious, as proud of his party—which existed no longer—as contemptuous of Whigs and Liberals as ever—as fond as ever of telling what enormities he had committed for it. But he gradually grew less bellicose —would come down with less scorn upon the saucy Liberal "boys"—(his nephews were always "boys" to him)— submitted more and more to female sway—was milder in denunciation of political and literary revolutionists like Cobden and Bright, Dickens and Thackeray—troubled himself, in fact, less about the singularly perverse course which the affairs of the world in general, and of England in particular, had taken since he commenced his career, some 80 years before, as a Tory, and, at last, amidst the general regret of all who knew him — Liberals, Radicals, Conservatives—there were no Tories left—took leave of a world he had so often doomed to destruction as peacefully and forgivingly as though he had not been the last of the Old Sussex Tories.