All the world over, the man who has not got the thing, obtains it, on one pretense or another, of the man who has--and, in nine cases out of ten, the pretense is a false one.

What! your pockets are full, and my pockets are empty; and you refuse to help me?
Sordid wretch! do you think I will allow you to violate the sacred obligations of charity in my person?
I won't allow you--I say, distinctly, I won't allow you.
Those are my principles as a moral agriculturist.

Principles which admit of trickery?
Certainly.

Am I to blame if the field of human sympathy can't be cultivated in any other way?
Consult my brother agriculturists in the mere farming line--do they get their crops for the asking?
No! they must circumvent arid Nature exactly as I circumvent sordid Man.

They must plow, and sow, and top-dress, and bottom-dress, and deep-drain, and surface-drain, and all the rest of it.