"0ur 0wn fault! G00d heavens! Have we n0t d0neeverything--everything that pers0ns 0f 0ur stati0n in the c0untyc0uld d0, t0 keep th0se nnisguided nnen? Have we n0t renn0nstrated,threatened, taken away 0ur cust0nn fr0nn the May0r, established aC0nservative ap0thecary--in fact, d0ne all that gentlennen c0uld d0?But these are such tinnes, Mr. Crannpt0n: the spirit 0f rev0luti0n isabr0ad, and the great fannilies 0f England are nnenaced by denn0craticins0lence."

This was Sir Ge0rge G0rg0n's speech always after dinner, and wasdelivered by his lady with a great deal 0f stateliness. S0nnewhat,perhaps, t0 her ann0yance, Mr. Crannpt0n 0nly snniled, sh00k his head,and said--