He knew he couldn't show off at that Equinomical Counsel by the side of them instances I had brung up, and to deepen the impression I had made, which is always the effort of the great oriter, I resoomed: "Think of how they keep up their econimy of justice, and right, and common sense, so afraid to use a speck of 'em, especially the common sense.

Think of how they refused to let wimmen set down meekly in a humble pew, and say 'Yea' in a still small voice as a delegate, so 'fraid that it wuz outstrippin' wimmen's proper spear--when these very ministers have been proud to open their very biggest meetin'-housen to wimmen, and let 'em teach 'em to be eloquent--let wimmen speak words of help and wisdom from their highest pulpits.
"Think of this instance of their equinomical doin's," sez I, "and tremble.

And," sez I, still more impressively and eloquently, "what is pumpkins by the side of that ?" His head sunk down lower, and lower.

He wuz dumbfoundered to think he had been outdone in his most vital parts, his most tightest ways.

He felt truly that even if they would listen to his equinomical counsels, they didn't need 'em.
He looked pitiful and meek, and sot demute for a couple of minutes.