'So long as Manchester flourishes, we're a country governed and led by the belly.
The head and the legs of the country are sound still; I don't guarantee it for long, but the middle's rapacious and corrupt.

Take it on a question of foreign affairs, it 's an alderman after a feast.

Bring it upon home politics, you meet a wolf.' The faithful Whig veteran spoke with jolly admiration of the speech of a famous Tory chief.
'That was the way to talk to them! Denounce them traitors! Up whip, and set the ruffians capering! Hit them facers! Our men are always for the too-clever trick.

They pluck the sprouts and eat them, as if the loss of a sprout or two thinned Manchester! Your policy of absorption is good enough when you're dealing with fragments.

It's a devilish unlucky thing to attempt with a concrete mass.