Pelham — Volume 03 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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free country, Mr. Pelham, when a parcel of conceited paupers, like Parson
Quinny (as I call that reverend fool, Mr. Combermere St. Quintin), imagine they have a right to dictate to warm, honest men, who can buy their whole family out and out. I tell you what, Mr. Pelham, we shall never do anything for this country till we get rid of those landed aristocrats, with their ancestry and humbug. I hope you're of my mind, Mr. Pelham." "Why," answered I, "there is certainly nothing so respectable in Great Britain as our commercial interest. A man who makes himself is worth a thousand men made by their forefathers." "Very true, Mr. Pelham," said the wine-merchant, advancing his chair to me, and then laying a short, thickset finger upon my arm--he looked up in my face with an investigating air, and said:--"Parliamentary Reform--what do you say to that? you're not an advocate for ancient abuses, and modern corruption, I hope, Mr. Pelham?" "By no means," cried I, with an honest air of indignation--"I have a conscience, Mr. Briggs, I have a conscience as a public man, no less than as a private one!" "Admirable!" cried my host. "No," I continued, glowing as I proceeded, "no, Mr. Briggs; I disdain to talk too much about my principles before they are tried; the proper time to proclaim them is when they have effected some good by being put into action. I won't supplicate your vote, Mr. Briggs, as my opponent may do; there must be a mutual confidence between my supporters and myself. When I appear before you a second time, you will have a right to see how far I |
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