n!" sang out Mick.

"A speech, a speech!" cried out several.

"Listen to Mick Radley," whispered Devilsdust moving swiftly among
the mob and addressing every one he met of influence. "Listen to Mick
Radley, he has something important."

"Radley for ever! Listen to Mick Radley! Go it Dandy! Pitch it into
them! Silence for Dandy Mick! Jump up on that ere bank," and on the bank
Mick mounted accordingly.

"Gentlemen," said Mick.

"Well you have said that before."

"I like to hear him say 'Gentlemen;' it's respectful."

"Gentlemen," said the Dandy, "the National Holiday has begun--"

"Three cheers for it!"

"Silence; hear the Dandy!"

"The National Holiday has begun," continued Mick, "and it seems to
me the best thing for the people to do is to take a walk in Lord de
Mowbray's park."

This proposition was received with one of those wild shouts of
approbation which indicate the orator has exactly hit his audience
between wind and water. The fact is the public mind at this instant
wanted to be led, and in Dandy Mick a leader appeared. A leader to be
successful should embody in his system the necessities of his followers;
express what every one feels, but no one has had the ability or the
courage to pronounce.

The courage and adroitness, the influence of Gerard, had reconciled
the people to the relinquishment of the great end for which they had
congregated; but neither man nor multitude like to make preparations
without obtaining a result. Every one wanted to achieve some object by
the movement; and at this critical juncture an object was proposed,
and one which promised novelty, amusement, excitement. The Bishop whose
consent must be obtained, but who relinquished an idea with the same
difficulty with which he had imbibed it, alone murmured, and kept saying
to Field, "I thought we came to burn down the mill! A bloody-minded
Capitalist, a man that makes gardens and forces the people to wash
themselves: What is all this?"

Field said what he could, while Devilsdust leaning over the mule's
shoulder, cajoled the other ear of the Bishop, who at last gave his
consent with almost as much reluctance as George the Fourth did to the
emancipation of the Roman Catholics; but he made his terms, and said in
a sulky voice he must have a glass of ale.

"Drink a glass of ale with Lord de Mowbray," said Devilsdust.

Book 6 Chapter 11

When the news had arrived in the morning at Mowbray, that the messengers
of th