ins. Have at them there.
Speak. Moveless as you find them, they are not yet all gross clay, and
I say again, the true word spoken has its chance of somewhere alighting
and striking root. Look not to that. Seeds perish in nature; good men
fail. Look to the truth in you, and deliver it, with no afterthought of
hope, for hope is dogged by dread; we give our courage as hostage for
the fulfilment of what we hope. Meditate on that transaction. Hope
is for boys and girls, to whom nature is kind. For men to hope is
to tremble. Let prayer--the soul's overflow, the heart's
resignation--supplant it..."

'Pardon, colonel; I forgot to roar, but old Nevil marks all down that
page for encomium,' said Captain Baskelett. 'Oh! here we are. English
loyalty is the subject. Now, pray attend to this, colonel. Shrapnel
communicates to Beauchamp that if ten Beauchamps were spouting over
the country without intermission he might condescend to hope. So on--to
British loyalty. We are, so long as our sovereigns are well-conducted
persons, and we cannot unseat them--observe; he is eminently explicit,
the old traitor!--we are to submit to the outward forms of respect, but
we are frankly to say we are Republicans; he has the impudence to
swear that England is a Republican country, and calls our thoroughgoing
loyalty--yours and mine, colonel--disloyalty. Hark: "Where kings lead,
it is to be supposed they are wanted. Service is the noble office on
earth, and where kings do service let them take the first honours of the
State: but"--hark at this--"the English middle-class, which has absorbed
the upper, and despises, when it is not quaking before it, the lower,
will have nothing above it but a ricketty ornament like that you see on
a confectioner's twelfth-cake."'

'The man deserves hanging!' said Colonel Halkett.

'Further, my dear colonel, and Nevil marks it pretty much throughout:
"This loyalty smacks of a terrible perfidy. Pass the lords and squires;
they are old trees, old foundations, or joined to them, whether old or
new; they naturally apprehend dislocation when a wind blows, a river
rises, or a man speaks;--that comes of age or aping age: their hearts
are in their holdings! For the loyalty of the rest of the land, it is
the shopkeeper's loyalty, which is to be computed by the exact annual
sum of his net profits. It is now at high tide. It will last with
the prosperity of our commerce."--The insolent old vagabond!--"Let
commercial disasters co