'I've worked a good bit in my time, gentlemen, and I baint done yet':--SEE PROFESSOR SUMMIT'S 'MEN WHO HAVE COME TO FORTUNE.' There is, we perceive at a glance, a contrast in the bowed master of the Mansion applying to his menials for a day's work at the rate of pay to able-bodied men:--which he is not, but the deception is not disingenuous.

The contrast flashed with the rapid exchange of two prizefighters in a ring, very popularly.

The fustian suit and string below the knee, on the one side, and the purple plush breeches and twinkling airy calves (fascinating his attention as he makes his humble request to his own, these domestic knights) to right and left of the doorway and in front, hit straight out of the canvas.

And as quickly as you perceive the contrast you swallow the moral.

The dreaded thing is down in a trice, to do what salutary work it may within you.