I have known an' odd un or two, here, that could break four ton a day,--an' many that couldn't break one,--but then, yo' know, th' men can only do accordin' to their ability.

There is these differences, and there always will be." As we stood talking together, one of my friends said that he wished "Radical Jack" had been there.

The latter gentleman is one of the guardians of the poor, and superintendent of the "Stone Yard." The men are naturally jealous of misrepresentation; and, the other day, as "Radical Jack" was describing the working of the yard to a gentleman who had come to look at the scene, some of the men overheard his words, and, misconceiving their meaning, gathered around the superintendent, clamorously protesting against what he had been saying.

"He's lying!" said one.

"Look at these honds!" cried another; "Wi'n they ever be fit to go to th' factory wi' again ?" Others turned up the soles of their battered shoon, to show their cut and stockingless feet.