George Selwyn and His Contemporaries: With Memoirs and Notes, Zväzok 2

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R. Bentley, 1843
"George Augustus Selwyn (11 August 1719?25 January 1791, age 71) was a Member of Parliament (MP) in the Parliament of Great Britain. Selwyn spent 44 years in the House of Commons without being recorded as making a speech. He put his electoral interest, as the person who controlled both seats in Ludgershall and one in Gloucester, at the disposal of the King's ministers (whoever they might be), because he was financially dependent on obtaining (a total of three) sinecure offices and a pension, which offset his expenses of bribing the electorate, and his gambling debts."--Wikipedia.
 

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