The partition which the two ministers made of the powers of government was singularly happy.  Each occupied a province for which he was well qualified; and neither had any inclination to intrude himself into the province of the other.  Newcastle took the treasury, the civil and ecclesiastical patronage, and the disposal of that part of the secret-service money which was then employed in bribing members of Parliament.  Pitt was Secretary of State, with the direction of the war and of foreign affairs.  Thus the filth of all the noisome and pestilential sewers of government was poured into one channel.  Through the other passed only what was bright and stainless.  Mean and selfish politicians, pining for commissionerships, gold sticks, and ribands, flocked to the great house at the corner of Lincoln’s Inn Fields.  There, at every levee, appeared eighteen or twenty pair of lawn sleeves; for there was not, it was said, a single Prelate who had not owed either his first elevation or some subsequent translation to Newcastle.  There appeared those members of the House of Commons in whose silent votes the main strength of the Government lay.  One wanted a place in the excise for his butler.  Another came about a prebend for his son.  A third whispered that he had always stood by his Grace and the Protestant succession; that his last election had been very expensive; that potwallopers had now no conscience; that he had been forced to take up money on mortgage; and that he hardly knew where to turn for five hundred pounds.  The Duke pressed all their hands, passed his arms round all their shoulders, patted all their backs, and sent away some with wages, and some with promises.  From this traffic Pitt stood haughtily aloof.  Not only was he himself incorruptible, but he shrank from the loathsome drudgery of corrupting others.  He had not, however, been twenty years in Parliament, and ten in office, without discovering how the Government was carried on.  He was perfectly aware that bribery was practised on a large scale by his colleagues.  Hating the practice, yet despairing of putting it down, and doubting whether, in those times, any ministry could stand without it, he determined to be blind to it.  He would see nothing, know nothing, believe nothing.  People who came to talk to him about shares in lucrative contracts, or about the means of securing a Cornish corporation, were soon put out of countenance by his arrogant humility.  They did him too much honour.  Such matters were beyond his capacity.  It was true that his poor advice about expeditions and treaties was listened to with indulgence by a gracious sovereign.  If the question were, who should command in North America, or who should be ambassador at Berlin, his colleagues would condescend to take his opinion.  But he had not the smallest influence with the Secretary of the Treasury, and could not venture to ask even for a tidewaiter’s place.