“My Lord?”

“—­How fare the Flemish geldings?”

“Bravely, and many thanks, my Lord; the rogues are fat as butter!  There is hope of a little rest for the innocents, since business calls me to the Lust in Rust.  There should be a law, Lord Governor, to gibbet the black that rides a beast at night.”

“I bethought of some condign punishment for so heartless a crime, but there is little hope for it under the administration of this Mr. Hunter.  Yes, Sir; were I once more in the presence of my royal cousin, there would quickly be an end to this delusion, and the colony should be once more restored to a healthful state.  The men of a generation should cease to lord it over the men of a century.  But we must be wary of letting our design, my dear Sir, get wind:  it is a truly Dutch idea, and the profits, both pecuniary and political, should belong to the gentlemen of that descent—­My dear Van Beverout—?”

“My good Lord?”

“Is the blooming Alida obedient?  Trust me, there has no family event occurred, during my residence in the colony, in which I have taken a nearer interest, than in that desirable connexion.  The wooing of the young Patroon of Kinderhook is an affair of concern to the province.  It is a meritorious youth!”

“With an excellent estate, my Lord!”

“And a gravity beyond his years.”

“I would give a guarantee, at a risk, that two-thirds of his income goes to increase the capital, at the beginning of each season!”

“He seems a man to live on air!”

“My old friend, the last Patroon, left noble assets,” continued the Alderman, rubbing his hands; “besides the manor.”

“Which is no paddock!”

“It reaches from the Hudson to the line of Massachusetts.  A hundred thousand acres of hill and bottom, and well peopled by frugal Hollanders.”

“Respectable in possession, and a mine of gold in reversion!  Such men, Sir, should be cherished.  We owe it to his station to admit him to a share of this, our project to undeceive the Queen.  How superior are the claims of such a gentleman to the empty pretensions of your Captain Ludlow!”

“He has truly a very good and an improving estate!”

“These Ludlows, Sir, people that fled the realm for plotting against the crown, are offensive to a loyal subject.  Indeed, too much of this objection may be imputed to many in the province, that come of English blood.  I am sorry to say, that they are fomenters of discord, disturbers of the public mind, and captious disputants about prerogatives and vested rights.  But there is a repose in the Dutch character which lends it dignity!  The descendants of the Hollanders are men to be counted on; where we leave them to-day, we see them to-morrow.  As we say in politics, Sir, we know where to find them.  Does it not seem to you particularly offensive that this Captain Ludlow should command the only royal cruiser on the station?”