disappointed. I have awakened a pack of hungry villains
who have sharp teeth, long claws, and the appetite of
the devil. They have swallered all I gave 'em, and now
would eat me up without salt, if they could. Oh, that I
could hark back! _there is no satisfyin' a movement
party_.'

"Now what do the men say, (I don't mean men of rank, but
the men in the ranks),--'Where's all the fine things we
were promised when Reform gained the day?' sais they,
'ay, where are they? for we are wuss off than ever, now,
havin' lost all our old friends, and got bilked by our
new ones tarnationly. What did all their fine speeches
end in at last? Bunkum; damn the thing but Bunkum.

"But that aint the wust of it, nother. Bunkum, like lyin',
is plaguy apt to make a man believe his own bams at last.
From telling 'em so often, he forgets whether he grow'd
'em or dreamt 'em, and so he stands' right up on end,
kisses the book, and swears to 'em, as positive as the
Irishman did to the gun, which he said he know'd ever
since it was a pistol. Now, _that's Bunkum_.

"But to get back to what we was a talkin' of, did you
ever hear such bad speakin' in your life, now tell me
candid? because if you have, I never did, that's all.
Both sides was bad, it aint easy to say which is wus,
six of one and half a dozen of t'other, nothin to brag
of nary way. That government man, that spoke in their
favour, warn't his speech rich?