"Well, they talk Bunkum here too, as well as there.
Slavery speeches are all Bunkum; so are reform speeches,
too. Do you think them fellers that keep up such an
everlastin' gab about representation, care one cent about
the extension of franchise? Why no, not they; it's only
to secure their seats to gull their constituents, to get
a name. Do you think them goneys that make such a touss
about the Arms' Bill, care about the Irish? No, not they;
they want Irish votes, that's all--it's _Bunkum_. Do you
jist go and mesmerise John Russell, and Macauley, and
the other officers of the regiment of Reformers, and then
take the awkward squad of recruits--fellers that were
made drunk with excitement, and then enlisted with the
promise of a shillin', which they never got, the sargeants
having drank it all; go and mesmerise them all, from
General Russell down to Private Chartist, clap 'em into
a caterwaulin' or catalapsin' sleep, or whatever the word
is, and make 'em tell the secrets of their hearts, as
Dupotet did the Clear-voyancing gall, and jist hear what
they'll tell you.

"Lord John will say--'I was sincere!' (and I believe on
my soul he was. He is wrong beyond all doubt, but he is
an honest man, and a clever man, and if he had taken his
_own_ way more, and given Powlet Thompson _his_ less, he
would a' been a great colony secretary; and more's the
pity he is in such company. He'll get off his beam ends,
and right himself though, yet, I guess.) Well, he'd
say--'I was sincere, I was disinterested; but I am