'What,' says he, 'did I tell Peel last year?
If you touch the Corn Laws, you touch the Sugar Question; if you touch the Sugar, you touch the Tea.

I am no monopolist.

I am a liberal man, but I cannot forget that I stand on the brink of a precipice; and if were to have Free Trade, give me reciprocity.

And what was Sir Robert Peel's answer to me?
"Mr.Jawkins," he said--' Here Jawkins's eye suddenly turning on your humble servant, he stopped his sentence, with a guilty look--his stale old stupid sentence, which every one of us at the Club has heard over and over again.
Jawkins is a most pertinacious Club Snob.

Every day he is at that fireplace, holding that STANDARD, of which he reads up the leading-article, and pours it out ORE ROTUNDO, with the most astonishing composure, in the face of his neighbour, who has just read every word of it in the paper.