_Mr. Forester._ There are some assuredly who strike into a better, and these are the ornaments of their age, and the lights of the world. You must admit too, that there are many, who, though without energy or capacity to lead, have yet virtue enough to follow an illustrious example. _Sir Telegraph Paxarett._ One or two. _Mr. Forester._ In every mode of human action there are two ways to be pursued—a good and a bad one. It is the duty of every man to ascertain the former, as clearly as his capacity will admit, by an accurate examination of general relations; and to act upon it rigidly, without regard to his own previous habits, or the common practice of the world. _Sir Telegraph Paxarett._ And you infer from all this that it is my duty to drink my tea without sugar. _Mr. Forester._ I infer that it is the duty of every one, thoroughly penetrated with the iniquity of the slave-trade, to abstain entirely from the use of colonial produce. _Sir Telegraph Paxarett._ I may do that, without any great effort of virtue. I find the difference, in this instance, more trivial than I could have supposed. In fact, I never thought of it before. _Mr. Forester._ I hope I shall before long have the pleasure of enrolling you a member of the Anti-saccharine Society, which I have had the happiness to organise, and which is daily extending its numbers. Some of its principal members will shortly pay a visit to Redrose Abbey; and I purpose giving a festival, to which I shall invite all that is respectable and intelligent in this part of the country, and in which I intend to demonstrate practically, that a very elegant and luxurious entertainment may be prepared without employing a single particle of that abominable ingredient, and theoretically, that the use of sugar is economically superfluous, physically pernicious, morally atrocious, and politically abominable. _Sir Telegraph Paxarett._ I shall be happy to join the party, and I may possibly bring with me one or two inside passengers, who will prove both ornamental and attractive to your festival. But you promised me an account of Sir Oran. CHAPTER VI SIR ORAN HAUT-TON _Mr. Forester._ Sir Oran Haut-ton was caught very young in the woods of Angola. _Sir Telegraph Paxarett._ Caught! _Mr. Forester._ Very young. He is a specimen of the natural and original man—the wild man of the woods; called in the language of the more civilised and sophisticated natives of Angola, _Pongo_, and in that of the Indians of South America, _Oran Outang_. _Sir Telegraph Paxarett._ The devil he is!