Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 1/An election story

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AN ELECTION STORY.
“Where doth the black fiend, Ambition,
reside?” inquires somebody in one of Shakespeare’s
plays — not that Shakespeare wrote the line, it is
the elegant work of one of his improvers. Had the
demand been made, the other day, to any person
who was really in the confidence and secret soul
of Maurice Halgover, Esq., gentleman, aged thirty-
six, no occupation, living on his rather handsome
means, married, the reply would have been, “At
No. 73, Mandeville Crescent North, Hyde Park
Gardens.” And this would have been a much
more practical answer than that given in the
play, namely, “With the mischievous devil of
Pride,” as if every body knew his address.
Listen to a brief story of an election. It is not ​
one of those fifty-six stories just now promised to
committees, showing the way in which, when my
gracious Sovereign is pleased to ask the Opinion
of the People, divers of the said people proceed to
condense the opinion into Members of Parliament.
Hear a tale of woman’s love and man’s treachery.
They were happy enough, the Halgovers; and
why sh

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