the jubb letters.

from lady jubb to mrs. phipps, housekeeper at the shrubbery, shrewsbury, shrops.

mrs. phipps,

you will prepare the house directly for the family’s return, not that our coming back is absolutely certain, but events have happened to render our stay in portland place very precarious. all depends upon sir jacob. in parliament or out of parliament his motions must guide ours. by this time what has happened will be known in shropshire, but i forbid your talking. politics belong to people of property, and those who have no voice in the country ought not to speak. in your inferior situations it’s a duty to be ignorant of what you know. the nation is out of your sphere, and besides, people out of town cannot know the state of the country. i want to put you on your guard; thanks to the press, as sir jacob says, public

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affairs cannot be kept private, and the consequence is, the ignorant are as well informed as their betters. the burning of both houses of parliament i am afraid cannot be hushed up—but it is not a subject for servants, that have neither upper nor lower members amongst them, and represent nobody. i trust to you, mrs. phipps, to discourage all discussions in the kitchen, which isn’t the place for parliamentary canvassing. the most ridiculous notions are abroad. i should not be surprised even to hear that sir jacob had lost his seat, because the benches were burnt, but we have been deprived of none of our dignities or privileges. you will observe this letter is franked; the fire made no difference to your master, he is not dissolved, whatever the blues may wish—he is still sir jacob jubb, baronet, m.p.