He comes along with a very sanctimonious look, Sir, with his "secret errand unto thee," and his "message from God unto thee," and then pulls out his hidden knife with that unsuspected hand of his,---( the Little Gentleman lifted his clenched left hand with the blood-red jewel on the ring-finger,)--and runs it, blade and haft, into a man's stomach! Don't meddle with these fellows, Sir.

They are read mostly by persons whom you would not reach, if you were to write ever so much.

Let 'em alone.

A man whose opinions are not attacked is beneath contempt.
I hope so,--I said .-- I got three pamphlets and innumerable squibs flung at my head for attacking one of the pseudo-sciences, in former years.
When, by the permission of Providence, I held up to the professional public the damnable facts connected with the conveyance of poison from one young mother's chamber to another's,--for doing which humble office I desire to be thankful that I have lived, though nothing else good should ever come of my life,--I had to bear the sneers of those whose position I had assailed, and, as I believe, have at last demolished, so that nothing but the ghosts of dead women stir among the ruins .-- What would you do, if the folks without names kept at you, trying to get a San Benito on to your shoulders that would fit you ?--Would you stand still in fly-time, or would you give a kick now and then?
Let 'em bite!--said the Little Gentleman,--let 'em bite! It makes 'em hungry to shake 'em off, and they settle down again as thick as ever and twice as savage.

Do you know what meddling with the folks without names, as you call 'em, is like ?--It is like riding at the quintaan.