But why, in the name of wonder, are we to attack them?
When old Sir Charles, who was Lord of the Manor formerly, and the parson, who was presented by him to the living, tried to bully the vestry, did not we knock their heads together, and go to meeting to hear Jeremiah Ringletub preach?
And did the Squire Don, or the great Sir Lewis, that lived at that time, or the Germains, say a word against us for it?
Mind your own business, my lads: law is not to be had for nothing; and we, you may be sure, shall have to pay the whole bill." Nevertheless the people of St George's were resolved on law.

They cried out most lustily, "Squire Guelf for ever! Sweet William for ever! No steel traps!" Squire Guelf took all the rascally footmen who had worn old Sir Lewis's livery into his service.

They were fed in the kitchen on the very best of everything, though they had no settlement.

Many people, and the paupers in particular, grumbled at these proceedings.

The steward, however, devised a way to keep them quiet.
There had lived in this parish for many years an old gentleman, named Sir Habeas Corpus.