he other side of the river, in the Borough, for
example, in some garret or obscure cellar. The very first to confront
the Guards and runners are Thistlewood and Ings; Thistlewood whips his
long thin rapier through Smithers' lungs, and Ings makes a dash at
Fitzclarence with his butcher's knife. Oh, there was something in those
fellows!--honesty and courage!--but can as much be said for the inciters
of the troubles of '32. No; they egged on poor ignorant mechanics and
rustics, and got them hanged for pulling down and burning, whilst the
highest pitch to which their own daring ever mounted was to mob
Wellington as he passed in the streets.

Now, these people were humbugs, which Thistlewood and Ings were not.
They raved and foamed against kings, queens, Wellington, the aristocracy,
and what not, till they had got the Whigs into power, with whom they were
in secret alliance, and with whom they afterwards openly joined in a
system of robbery and corruption, more flagitious than the old Tory one,
because there was more cant about it; for themselves they got
consulships, commissionerships, and in some instances governments; for
their sons clerkships in public offices; and there you may see those sons
with the never-failing badge of the low scoundrel-puppy, the gilt chain
at the waistcoat pocket; and there you may hear and see them using the
languishing tones, and employing the airs and graces which wenches use
and employ who, without being in the family way, wish to make their
keepers believe that they are in the family way. Assuredly great is the
cleverness of your Radicals of '32, in providing for themselves and their
families. Yet, clever as they are, there is one thing they cannot
do--they get governments for themselves, commissionerships for their
brothers, clerkships for their sons, but there is one thing beyond their
craft--they cannot get husbands for their daughters, who, too ugly for
marriage, and with their heads filled with the nonsense they have imbibed
from gentility novels, go over from Socinus to the Pope, becoming sisters
in fusty convents, or having heard a few sermons in Mr. Platitude's
'chapelle,' seek for admission at the establishment of mother S---, who,
after employing them for a time in various menial offices, and making
them pluck off their eyebrows hair by hair, generally dismisses them on
the plea of sluttishness; whereupon they return to their papas to eat the
bread of the country, with the comf