You know there is not a tyro of our political sect who does not fully admit the truth of this axiom." "Mr.Pitt ?" "Why, Pitt was certainly an exception in one way; but then, you will recollect, he was the immediate representative of the tories, who own most of the property of England." "Mr.Fox ?" "Fox represented the whigs, who own all the rest, you know.

No, my dear Goldencalf, reason as you will, we shall always arrive at the same results.

You will, of course, as you have just said, take one of the seats yourself at the next general election ?" "I shall be too proud of being your colleague to hesitate." This speech sealed our friendship; for it was a pledge to my noble acquaintance of his future connection with the borough.

He was much too high-bred to express his thanks in vulgar phrases (though high-breeding rarely exhibits all its finer qualities pending an election), but--a man of the world, and one of a class whose main business it is to put the suaviter in modo, as the French have it en evidence,--the reader may be sure that when we parted that night I was in perfect good humor with myself and, as a matter of course, with my new acquaintance.
The next day the canvass was renewed, and we had another convincing speech on the subject of the virtue of "a stake in society"; for Lord Pledge was tactician enough to attack the citadel, once assured of its weak point, rather than expend his efforts on the outworks of the place.
That night the attorney arrived from town with the title-deeds all properly executed (they had been some time in preparation for Lord Pledge), and the following morning early the tenants were served with the usual notices, with a handsomely expressed sentiment on my part in favor of "a stake in society." About noon Lord Pledge walked over the course, as it is expressed at Newmarket and Doncaster.

After dinner we separated, my noble friend returning to town, while I pursued my way to the rectory.
Anna never appeared more fresh, more serene, more elevated above mortality, than when we met, a week after I had quitted Householder, in the breakfast-parlor of her father's abode.
"You are beginning to look like yourself again, Jack," she said, extending her hand with the simple cordiality of an Englishwoman; "and I hope we shall find you more rational." "Ah, Anna, if I could only presume to throw myself at your feet, and tell you how much and what I feel, I should be the happiest fellow in all England." "As it is you are the most miserable!" the laughing girl answered as, crimsoned to the temples, she drew away the hand I was foolishly pressing against my heart.