ABSTRACT
The hour of going to the House of Commons at length arrived; lord Glistonbury saw that Vivian was so much out of spirits, and in such confusion of mind, that he began to fear that our hero’s own account of himself was just, and that he would not be able to command ideas, or even words, when he was to speak in opposition to what he called his principles and his conscience. ‘This son of mine, instead of being our/great Appollo, 83 will be a dead weight on our hands, unless we can contrive to raise his spirits.’
