When it wrote in fear of the pillory and of the jail, it fought for Liberty.

Now it has become the Fourth Estate, it fawns--as Jack Swinton said of it--at the feet of Mammon.

My Proprietor, good fellow, allows me to cultivate my plot amid the wilderness for other purposes than those of quick returns.

If he were to become a competitor with the Carletons and the Bloomfields, he would have to look upon it as a business proposition.

The Devil would take him up on to the high mountain, and point out to him the kingdom of huge circulations and vast profits, whispering to him: 'All this will I give thee, if thou wilt fall down and worship me.' I don't want the dear good fellow to be tempted." "Is it impossible, then, to combine duty and success ?" questioned Joan.
"The combination sometimes happens, by chance," admitted Greyson.