"I heard one of your clodhoppers say the other day, 'The squire is a
good gentleman, he often _gives me a day's work_.' Now I should
think it was the clodhopper gave the gentleman the day's work, and the
gentleman gave him a shilling for it--and made five by it."

William Fielding scratched his head. This was a new view of things to
him, but there seemed to be something in it.

"Ay! rake that into your upper soil," cried our republican orator;
then collecting into one his scattered items of argument, he invited
his friend George to take his muscle, pluck, wind, backbone, and self,
out of this miserable country, and come where the best man has a
chance to win.

"Come, George," he cried, "England is the spot if you happen to be
married to a duke's daughter, and got fifty thousand a year and three
houses.

"_And_ a coach.

"_And_ a brougham.

"_And_ a curricle.

"_And_ ten brace of pointers.

"_And_ a telescope so big the stars must move to it, instead of it
to the stars.

"_And_ no end of pretty housemaids.