Oh! it is a happy country this, a great and a good country; and how base, how wicked, how diabolical it is to try to set such a family as this against their best friends, their pastor and their landlord; to instil dissatisfaction and distrust into their simple minds, and to teach them to loathe the hand, that proffers nothing but regard or relief.

It is shocking, isn't it ?" "That's what I often say, Sir," said Mrs.Hodgins, "to my old man, to keep away from them Chartists." "Chartists! dear, who are they?
I never heard of them." "Why, Sir, they are the men that want the five pints." "Five pints! why you don't say so; oh! they are bad men, have nothing to do with them.

Five pints! why that is two quarts and a half; that is too much to drink if it was water; and if any thing else, it is beastly drunkenness.

Have nothing to do with them." "Oh! no, Sir, it is five points of law." "Tut--tut--tut! what have you got to do with law, my dear ?" "By gosh, Aunty," said Mr.Slick, "you had better not cut that pie: you will find it rather sour in the apple sarce, and tough in the paste, I tell _you_." "Yes, Sir," she replied, "but they are a unsettling of his mind.

What shall I do?
for I don't like these night meetings, and he always comes home from 'em cross and sour-like." "Well, I am sorry to hear that," said Mr.Hopewell, "I wish I could see him; but I can't, for I am bound on a journey.