Having nothing else to do, I searched Finch's boy.

His political programme, I found to be:--As much meat and beer as I can contain; and as little work to do for it as possible.

In return for this, to touch my hat when I meet the Squire, and to be content with the station to which it has pleased God to call me.
Miserable Finch's boy! We reached the highest point of the road.

On our right hand, the ground sloped away gently into a fertile valley--with a village and a church in it; and beyond, an abominable privileged enclosure of grass and trees torn from the community by a tyrant, and called a Park; with the palace in which this enemy of mankind caroused and fattened, standing in the midst.

On our left hand, spread the open country--a magnificent prospect of grand grassy hills, rolling away to the horizon; bounded only by the sky.