"You say that you have not a county paper that upholds your cause and denounces your enemies." "Not since the Whigs bought the '-- shire Mercury.'" "Why, good heavens! Mr.Rollick, how can you suppose that you will have justice done you if at this time of day you neglect the Press?
The Press, sir--there it is--air we breathe! What you want is a great national--no, not a national--A Provincial proprietary weekly journal, supported liberally and steadily by that mighty party whose very existence is at stake.

Without such a paper you are gone, you are dead,--extinct, defunct, buried alive; with such a paper,--well conducted, well edited by a man of the world, of education, of practical experience in agriculture and human nature, mines, corn, manure, insurances, Acts of Parliament, cattle-shows, the state of parties, and the best interests of society,--with such a man and such a paper, you will carry all before you.

But it must be done by subscription, by association, by co-operation,--by a Grand Provincial Benevolent Agricultural Anti-innovating Society." "Egad, sir, you are right!" said Mr.Rollick, slapping his thigh; "and I'll ride over to our Lord-Lieutenant to-morrow.

His eldest son ought to carry the county." "And he will, if you encourage the Press and set up a journal," said Uncle Jack, rubbing his hands, and then gently stretching them out and drawing them gradually together, as if he were already enclosing in that airy circle the unsuspecting guineas of the unborn association.
All happiness dwells more in the hope than the possession; and at that moment I dare be sworn that Uncle Jack felt a livelier rapture circum proecordia, warming his entrails, and diffusing throughout his whole frame of five feet eight the prophetic glow of the Magna Diva Moneta, than if he had enjoyed for ten years the actual possession of King Croesus's privy purse.
"I thought Uncle Jack was not a Tory," said I to my father the next day.
My father, who cared nothing for politics, opened his eyes.

"Are you a Tory or a Whig, papa ?" "Um!" said my father, "there's a great deal to be said on both sides of the question.