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VIEWS
OF THE PRESENT IV. A GLIMPSE OF NEVIL IN ACTION V.
RENEE VI. LOVE IN VENICE VII. AN AWAKENING FOR BOTH
VIII. A NIGHT ON THE ADRIATIC IX. MORNING AT SEA
UNDER THE ALPS X. A SINGULAR COUNCIL
BOOK 2. XI. CAPTAIN BASKELETT XII. AN INTERVIEW WITH
THE INFAMOUS Dr. SHRAPNEL XIII. A SUPERFINE
CONSCIENCE XIV. THE LEADING ARTICLE AND MR.
TIMOTHY TURBOT XV. CECILIA HALKETT XVI. A PARTIAL
DISPLAY OF BEAUCHAMP IN HIS COLOURS XVII. HIS FRIEND
AND FOE XVIII. CONCERNING THE ACT OF CANVASSING
BOOK 3. XIX. LORD PALMET, AND CERTAIN ELECTORS XX.
A DAY AT ITCHINCOPE XXI. THE QUESTION AS TO THE
EXAMINATION OF THE WHIGS, AND THE FINE BLOW
STRUCK BY MR. EVERARD ROMFREY XXII. THE DRIVE INTO
BEVISHAM XXIII. TOURDESTELLE XXIV. HIS HOLIDAY XXV.

THE ADVENTURE OF THE BOAT.
BOOK 4. XXVI. MR. BLACKBURN TUCKHAM XXVII. A SHORT
SIDELOOK AT THE ELECTION XXVIII. TOUCHING A YOUNG
LADY'S HEART AND HER INTELLECT XXIX. THE EPISTLE OF
DR. SHRAPNEL TO COMMANDER BEAUCHAMP XXX. THE
BAITING OF DR. SHRAPNEL XXXI. SHOWING A CHIVALROUS
GENTLEMAN SET IN MOTION XXXII. AN EFFORT TO
CONQUER CECILIA IN BEAUCHAMP'S FASHION XXXIII. THE
FIRST ENCOUNTER AT STEYNHAM
BOOK 5. XXXIV. THE FACE OF RENEE XXXV. THE RIDE IN
THE WRONG DIRECTION XXXVI. PURSUIT OF THE APOLOGY
OF MR. ROMFREY TO DR. SHRAPNEL XXXVII. CECILIA
CONQUERED XXXVIII. LORD AVONLEY XXXIX. BETWEEN
BEAUCHAMP AND CECILIA XL. A TRIAL OF HIM XLI. A
LAME VICTORY
BOOK 6. XLII. THE TWO PASSIONS XLIII. THE EARL OF
ROMFREY AND THE COUNTESS XLIV. THE NEPHEWS OF THE
EARL, AND ANOTHER EXHIBITION OF THE TWO PASSIONS
IN BEAUCHAMP. XLV. A LITTLE PLOT AGAINST CECILIA
XLVI. AS IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN FORESEEN XLVII. THE
REFUSAL OF HIM XLVIII. OF THE TRIAL AWAITING THE
EARL OF ROMFREY XLIX. A FABRIC OF BARONIAL
DESPOTISM CRUMBLES
BOOK 7. L. AT THE COTTAGE ON THE COMMON LI. IN THE
NIGHT LII. QUESTION OF A PILGRIMAGE AND AN ACT OF
PENANCE LIII. THE APOLOGY TO DR. SHRAPNEL LIV. THE
FRUITS OF THE APOLOGY LV. WITHOUT LOVE LVI. THE
LAST OF NEVIL BEAUCHAMP

BEAUCHAMP'S CAREER
BOOK 1.

I. THE CHAMPION OF HIS COUNTRY II. UNCLE, NEPHEW,
AND ANOTHER III. CONTAINS BARONIAL VIEWS OF THE
PRESENT IV. A GLIMPSE OF NEVIL IN ACTION V. RENEE VI.
LOVE IN VENICE VII. AN AWAKENING FOR BOTH VIII. A
NIGHT ON THE ADRIATIC IX. MORNING AT SEA UNDER THE
ALPS X. A SINGULAR COUNCIL
CHAPTER I
THE CHAMPION OF HIS COUNTRY
When young Nevil Beauchamp was throwing off his midshipman's
jacket for a holiday in the garb of peace, we had across Channel a host
of dreadful military officers flashing swords at us for some critical
observations of ours upon their sovereign, threatening Afric's fires and
savagery. The case occurred in old days now and again, sometimes,
upon imagined provocation, more furiously than at others. We were
unarmed, and the spectacle was distressing. We had done nothing
except to speak our minds according to the habit of the free, and such
an explosion appeared as irrational and excessive as that of a
powder-magazine in reply to nothing more than the light of a spark. It
was known that a valorous General of the Algerian wars proposed to
make a clean march to the capital of the British Empire at the head of
ten thousand men; which seems a small quantity to think much about,
but they wore wide red breeches blown out by Fame, big as her cheeks,
and a ten thousand of that sort would never think of retreating. Their
spectral advance on quaking London through Kentish hopgardens,
Sussex corn-fields, or by the pleasant hills of Surrey, after a gymnastic
leap over the riband of salt water, haunted many pillows. And now
those horrid shouts of the legions of Caesar, crying to the inheritor of
an invading name to lead them against us, as the origin of his title had
led the army of Gaul of old gloriously, scared sweet sleep. We saw
them in imagination lining the opposite shore; eagle and
standard-bearers, and gallifers, brandishing their fowls and their
banners in a manner to frighten the decorum of the universe. Where
were our men?

The returns of the census of our population were oppressively
satisfactory, and so was the condition of our youth. We could row and
ride and fish and shoot, and breed largely: we were athletes with a fine
history and a full purse: we had first-rate sporting guns, unrivalled
park-hacks and hunters, promising babies to carry on the renown of
England to the next generation, and a wonderful Press, and a
Constitution the highest reach of practical human sagacity. But where
were our armed men? where our great artillery? where our proved
captains, to resist a sudden sharp trial of the national mettle? Where
was the first