The Caxtons — Volume 02 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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page 28 of 35 (80%)
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to carry the county."
"And he will, if you encourage the Press and set up a journal," said Uncle Jack, rubbing his hands, and then gently stretching them out and drawing them gradually together, as if he were already enclosing in that airy circle the unsuspecting guineas of the unborn association. All happiness dwells more in the hope than the possession; and at that moment I dare be sworn that Uncle Jack felt a livelier rapture circum proecordia, warming his entrails, and diffusing throughout his whole frame of five feet eight the prophetic glow of the Magna Diva Moneta, than if he had enjoyed for ten years the actual possession of King Croesus's privy purse. "I thought Uncle Jack was not a Tory," said I to my father the next day. My father, who cared nothing for politics, opened his eyes. "Are you a Tory or a Whig, papa?" "Um!" said my father, "there's a great deal to be said on both sides of the question. You see, my boy, that Mrs. Primmins has a great many moulds for our butter-pats: sometimes they come up with a crown on them, sometimes with the more popular impress of a cow. It is all very well for those who dish up the butter to print it according to their taste or in proof of their abilities; it is enough for us to butter our bread, say grace, and pay for the dairy. Do you understand?" "Not a bit, sir." "Your namesake Pisistratus was wiser than you, then," said my father. |
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