'Well' thought she, 'I feel how matters must close with me at last; I am indeed near the end of my tether; what have I now to fear when I know that I cannot be worse?
And if I am to die, as I must, is it not better to have satisfaction for my sufferings'?
Accordingly, me next morning when her owner went to get blood for their breakfast, it so happened that the cow thrust a horn into him, and he was found lying a corpse under her lifeless carcase--the last drop of her blood having been expended under the final operation of the fleams.

My Lord, the moral of this is as obvious as it is fearful--and fearfully have the circumstances of the country, and the principles of such men as you, caused it to be illustrated.

If landlords will press too severely upon the functions of human suffering and patience, it is not to be surprised, although it is to be deplored, that where no legal remedy exists against individual cruelty or rapacity, or that plausible selfishness, which is the worst species of oppression--that the law, I say, which protects only the one party should be forgotten or despised by the other, and a fiercer code of vengeance substituted in its stead.
"With respect to Mr.M'Clutchy, surely your lordship must remember that by your own letter he was appointed under agent more than three years ago.
"If, after the many remonstrances I have had occasion to make against his general conduct to the tenants, you consider him a useful man upon your property, you will, in that case, have to abide the consequences of your confidence in him.

You are, at all events, duly forewarned.
"I now must beg leave, my Lord, to render up my trust, to resign my situation as the agent of your estates--I do so with pain, but the course of your lordship's life has left me no other alternative.

I cannot rack and goad your tenants, nor injure your own property.