Every trade, I take it, has ideas as belong to it.

Butchers don't see life as bakers do; and if you talk to a dozen tallow-chandlers, then to a dozen blacksmiths, you will see tallow-chandlers are peculiar, and blacksmiths too." "You are a keen observer," said he of the jean cap, admiringly; "your remark is new to me; I dare say it is true." "Course it is; and the stars have summat to do with it; for if they order a man's calling, it stands to reason that they order a man's mind to fit it.

Now, a tailor sits on his board with others, and is always a-talking with 'em, and a-reading the news; therefore he thinks, as his fellows do, smart and sharp, bang up to the day, but nothing 'riginal and all his own, like.

But a cobbler," continued the man of leather, with a majestic air, "sits by hisself, and talks with hisself; and what he thinks gets into his head without being put there by another man's tongue." "You enlighten me more and more," said our friend with the nose in the air, bowing respectfully,--"a tailor is gregarious, a cobbler solitary.
The gregarious go with the future, the solitary stick by the past.

I understand why you are a Tory and perhaps a poet." "Well, a bit of one," said the Cobbler, with an iron smile.