When it was made, he took toll upon it; and his heirs still take toll, and the sons of the navvies who dug it and of the engineer who designed it pay the toll when they have occasion to travel by it, or to purchase goods which have been conveyed along it.

I remember my grandfather well.

He was a well-bred man, and a perfect gentleman in his manners; but, on the whole, I think he was wickeder than my father, who, after all, was caught in the wheels of a vicious system, and had either to spoil others or be spoiled by them.

But my grandfather--the old rascal!--was in no such dilemma.

Master as he was of his bit of merry England, no man could have enslaved him, and he might at least have lived and let live.