The Bedfords, or, as they were called by their enemies, the Bloomsbury gang, professed to be led by John Duke of Bedford, but in truth led him wherever they chose, and very often led him where he never would have gone of his own accord.  He had many good qualities of head and heart, and would have been certainly a respectable, and possibly a distinguished man, if he had been less under the influence of his friends, or more fortunate in choosing them.  Some of them were indeed, to do them justice, men of parts.  But here, we are afraid, eulogy must end.  Sandwich and Rigby were able debaters, pleasant boon companions, dexterous intriguers, masters of all the arts of jobbing and electioneering, and both in public and private life, shamelessly immoral.  Weymouth had a natural eloquence, which sometimes astonished those who knew how little he owed to study.  But he was indolent and dissolute, and had early impaired a fine estate with the dice-box, and a fine constitution with the bottle.  The wealth and power of the Duke, and the talents and audacity of some of his retainers, might have seriously annoyed the strongest ministry.  But his assistance had been secured.  He was Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland; Rigby was his secretary; and the whole party dutifully supported the measures of the Government.

Two men had, a short time before, been thought likely to contest with Pitt the lead of the House of Commons, William Murray and Henry Fox.  But Murray had been removed to the Lords, and was Chief Justice of the King’s Bench.  Fox was indeed still in the Commons; but means had been found to secure, if not his strenuous support, at least his silent acquiescence.  He was a poor man; he was a doting father.  The office of Paymaster-General during an expensive war was, in that age, perhaps the most lucrative situation in the gift of the Government.  This office was bestowed on Fox.  The prospect of making a noble fortune in a few years, and of providing amply for his darling boy Charles, was irresistibly tempting.  To hold a subordinate place, however profitable, after having led the House of Commons, and having been intrusted with the business of forming a ministry, was indeed a great descent.  But a punctilious sense of personal dignity was no part of the character of Henry Fox.

We have not time to enumerate all the other men of weight who were, by some tie or other, attached to the Government.  We may mention Hardwicke, reputed the first lawyer of the age; Legge, reputed the first financier of the age; the acute and ready Oswald; the bold and humorous Nugent; Charles Townshend, the most brilliant and versatile of mankind; Elliot, Barrington, North, Pratt.  Indeed, as far as we recollect, there were in the whole House of Commons only two men of distinguished abilities who were not connected with the Government; and those two men stood so low in public estimation, that the only service which they could have rendered to any government would have been to oppose it.  We speak of Lord George Sackville and Bubb Dodington.