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Turning next to the drama he produced Busiris in 1719, and The Revenge in 1721. His next work was a collection of 7 satires, The Love of Fame, the Universal Passion. In 1727 he entered the Church, and was appointed one of the Royal Chaplains, and Rector of Welwyn, Herts, in 1730. Next year he m.
"Couldst cleanse out a pan an' thou wert set about it?" "Ay," said Maude, under her breath. "And couldst run of a message?" "Ay." "And couldst do as folk bid thee?" "Ay." But each time the child's voice grew fainter. "Sister Oliva, I will essay the little maid, by your leave." "And with my very good will, friend Ursula." "Me counteth I shall make the best cook of her in all Herts.
Then we retired for about fifty yards and took up some shell-holes. I looked round and found all my men had vanished. I was amongst some of the Cams. and Herts. I really did not know what to do. The artillery became more intense and still our shells were dropping short.
"Inspector Bray," he said, "or Von der Herts, as you choose, I arrest you on two counts: First, as the head of the Wilhelmstrasse spy system in England; second, as the murderer of Captain Fraser-Freer. And, if you will allow me, I wish to compliment you on your efficiency." Bray did not reply for a moment. I sat numb in my chair. Finally the inspector looked up. He actually tried to smile.
"A work which, possesses an extraordinary amount of influence to elevate the mind and educate the heart, by showing that rectitude and virtue conduce no less to material prosperity, and worldly comfort and happiness, than to the satisfaction of the conscience, the approval of the good, and the hope and certainty of bliss hereafter." Herts County Press.
He was an underwriter in Lloyd's, but having a strong literary bent, latterly devoted himself to writing novels, many of which had great popularity. He was unusually modest and retiring in character. Poet, s. of a Quaker draper who in his later years lived at Amwell, a village in Herts, which the poet celebrates in his descriptive poem, Amwell. He wrote much other verse now forgotten.
"The papers," he added, "will be ready for your signature to-morrow at this time, and I'll have a cheque ready for the entire amount. Good-day." Mr. Bagley entered. Ryder bowed to Herts, who slowly retired. When the door had closed on him Ryder went back to his desk, a smile of triumph on his face. Then he turned to his secretary: "Let Sergeant Ellison come up," he said.
Hour after hour that afternoon Recklow sat in his quiet little house in Delle poring over the duplicate papers. About five o'clock he called up Toul by telephone and got the proper department. "Yes," came the answer, "Captain Herts went to you this morning on a confidential matter.... No, we don't know when he will return to Toul."
"I think that's all," said the Intelligence Officer. "You know my name Captain Herts. In case you wish to communicate just wire my department at Toul. They'll forward anything if I'm away on duty." He saluted: Recklow followed him to the door, saw him mount his motor-cycle a battered American machine stood there watching until he was out of sight.
He looked like a prosperous brewer, while, as a matter of fact, he was president of a gas company, one of the shrewdest promoters in the country, and a big man in Wall Street. There was only one bigger man and that was John Ryder. But, to-day, Mr. Herts was not in good condition. His face was pale and his manner flustered and nervous. He was plainly worried. "Mr.
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