don't call Swing's mob the weak and the poor."

"That's all very well; but I should like to know how you'd feel
if you had no work and a starving family. You don't know what
people have to suffer. The only wonder is that all the country
isn't in a blaze; and it will be if things last as they are much
longer. It must be a bad time which makes such men as Harry
Winburn into rioters."

"I don't know anything about Harry Winburn. But I know there's a
good deal to be said on the yeomanry side of the question."

"Well, now, East, just consider this-"

"No, I'm not in the humour for considering. I don't want to argue
with you."

"Yes, that's always the way. You won't hear what a fellow's got
to say, and then set him down for a mischievous fool, because he
won't give up beliefs founded on the evidence of his own eyes,
and ears, and reason."

"I don't quarrel with any of your beliefs. You've got 'em--I
haven't--that's just the difference between us. You've got some
sort of faith to fall back upon, in equality, and brotherhood,
and a lot of cursed nonsense of that kind. So, I daresay, you
could drop down into a navigator, or a shoeblack, or something in
that way, to-morrow, and think it pleasant. You might rather
enjoy a trip across the water at the expense of your country,
like your friend the convict here."

"Don't talk such rot, man. In the first place, he isn't a
convict; you know that well enough."

"He is just out of prison, at any rate. However, this sort of
thing isn't my line of country at all. So the next time you want
to do a bit of gaol delivery on your own hook, don't ask me to
help you."

"Well, if I had known all that was going to happen, I wouldn't
have asked you to come, old fellow. Come, give us another glass
of your dog's-nose, and no more of your sermon, which isn't
edifying."

The lieutenant filled the long-necked glass which Tom held out,
with the creaming mixture, which he was nursing in the
funnel-shaped tin. But he was not prepared to waive his right to
lecture, and so continued, while Tom sipped his liquor with much
relish, and looked comically across at his old schoolfellow.

"Some fellows have a call to set the world right--I haven't. My
gracious sovereign pays me seven and sixpence a day; for which
sum I undertake to be shot at on certain occasions and by proper
persons, and I hope when the time comes I shall take it as well
as another. But that doesn't include turning out to be potte