Oratoric, Metaphoric, Similes of wondrous length; Illustration, Conflagration, Ancient Romans, House of Commons, Clever Uriel And Ithuriel, Good old king, Everything!-- How I love a loud debate!” With his sayings and saws, his hems and his haws, Another comes up to the scratch; While Deacon and Law unite in a yaw! [_Yawning._ And the President looks at his watch. And the honourable gentleman, after making a long journey and plunging up to his knees in dirt, bog, and quagmire; after taking up many strong positions and much valuable time, after bruising the Bishops and the table, and twisting his argument and his sleeve in twenty different ways, proceeds to wake the members with a joke. [15]“Mr. President,--I am out of all patience when I hear the poor abused because they wish to reform the Constitution. Why, when you have taken from them all they have got, and all they hope to get, what can they do? Why, they complain, to be sure; and as soon as they complain, like the poor fellow who was tried for stealing a pair of leather breeches, and found guilty of manslaughter, the unfortunate rabble--though why they are called rabble the Attorney-General only knows, I’m sure I don’t--but, as I said before, the unfortunate rabble are prosecuted upon _ex officio_ informations, or persecuted by a Bridge Street gang, which I look upon as a combination of fiends against our Constitution--that is, what we’ve got left of it, which to be sure is but little, whatever the honourable gentlemen opposite may think, who seem to be very much amused at the idea--but as I said before, the unfortunate rabble, like the poor fellow who was tried for stealing a pair of leather breeches and found guilty of manslaughter, is tried for high treason and found guilty of being ragged, and so is hung, fined, imprisoned, or sent to Botany Bay, or Australasia as the Vice-Chancellor calls it, according to the will and pleasure of His Majesty’s Attorney and Solicitor-General. But the honourable gentleman would let the poor starve, while the rich take coffee and snuff, talk religion, and buy into the stocks; provided my Lord this and my Lord that may keep their mistresses and their boroughs, all the scum, all the _canaille_ may be cut down by the dozen. The honourable gentleman cares no more for the poor than the country gentleman did--a good, honest, well-meaning man--who lost so many turnips that he wanted to make turnip-stealing a capital offence. The country gentleman and the honourable gentleman argue on the same ground--they are on the same bench--there they are!”