ade up.
"I dunno no good as is to cum of sending sich as him to parl'ament,"
said another. "Parl'ament ain't the place. When it comes to the p'int
they won't 'ave 'em. There was Odgers, and Mr. Beale. I don't b'lieve
in parl'ament no more." "Kennington Oval's about the place," said a
third. "Or Primrose 'ill," said a fourth. "Hyde Park!" screamed the
little wizen man with the gin and water. "That's the ticket;--and
down with them gold railings. We'll let' em see!" Nevertheless they
all went away home in the quietest way in the world, and,--as there
was no strike in hand,--got to their work punctually on the next
morning. Of all those who had been loudest at the Cheshire Cheese
there was not one who was not faithful, and, in a certain way, loyal
to his employer.

As soon as his speech was over and he was able to extricate himself
from the crowd, Ontario Moggs escaped from the public-house
and strutted off through certain narrow, dark streets in the
neighbourhood, leaning on the arm of a faithful friend. "Mr. Moggs,
you did pitch it rayther strong, to-night," said the faithful friend.

"Pitch it rather strong;--yes. What good do you think can ever come
from pitching any thing weak? Pitch it as strong as you will, find it
don't amount to much."

"But about rebellion, now, Mr. Moggs? Rebellion ain't a good thing,
surely, Mr. Moggs."

"Isn't it? What was Washington, what was Cromwell, what was Rienzi,
what was,--was,--; but never mind," said Ontario, who could not at
the moment think of the name of his favourite Pole.

"And you think as the men should be rebels again' the masters?"

"That depends on who the masters are, Waddle."

"What good 'd cum of it if I rebelled again' Mr. Neefit, and told him
up to his face as I wouldn't make up the books? He'd only sack me. I
find thirty-five bob a week, with two kids and their mother to keep
on it, tight enough, Mr. Moggs. If I 'ad the fixing on it, I should
say forty bob wasn't over the mark;--I should indeed. But I don't see
as I should get it."

"Yes you would;--if you earned it, and stuck to your purpose. But
you're a single stick, and it requires a faggot to do this work."

"I never could see it, Mr. Moggs. All the same I do like to hear you
talk. It stirs one up, even though one don't just go along with it.
You won't let on, you know, to Mr. Neefit as I was there."

"And why not?" said Ontario, turning sharp upon his companion.

"The old gen'leman hates the very n