One thing he names honourable, another base; this good, that evil; this just, that unjust; all in accordance with the tastes and words of the great animal, which he has studied from its grunts and snarls.'-- Ha, ha, friend Breakspeare! Does it touch thee?
'Comes it not something near ?'--Nay, nay, take it not in dudgeon! 'Tis old Plato who speaks." "What, I ?" cried the journalist, gaily.

"I'm infinitely obliged to you.
The passage shall do me yeoman's service--turned against the enemy.

For it is not I who speak for the many at Hollingford, as well you know.

We Liberals are the select, the chosen spirits.

The mighty brute is Toryism." Only the fear of reaching Rivenoak at too late an hour constrained Lashmar to rise at length and take his leave.
"I hope you will let me come and see you again, Mr.Blaydes," he exclaimed heartily, as he grasped the old man's hand.
"Here you will commonly find me, Mr.Lashmar, after eight o'clock, and if you bear with my whimsies I shall thank you for your company.