_Slowgoe._ And a right to raise a body of men, to be called “Punchers on the Head”--punching everybody as ever looked at anything above a weasel or a sparrow? But I always said it: once sell game--once let the lower orders taste it, and, like tigers that once eat men, they’re too conceited to eat anything under it. _Nosebag._ Talking about Grantley Berkeley--here’s a letter from him, that says he’s had warning from Lord Fitzhardinge not to think any more of his seat for the “Western Division of the County of Gloucester”! _Nutts._ I see. An order to take off his Lordship’s livery and look out for another place. That’s how they discharge valets, and footmen, and---- _Tickle._ Independent members of Parliament! _Slowgoe._ I can’t stop a minute; but this is interesting: just one look at the paper. (_Takes it._) Ha! I see: a very long letter. _Tickle._ Yes; by what I can make out, it goes more for length than depth. _Slowgoe._ I’ve no doubt--whatever it is--it’s quite right. (_Reads._) “I have a letter bearing date the 31st August 1846, in which Lord Fitzhardinge for the first time informs me that _he shall discontinue the support_ he had for so many years given to my representation of the county. You will, I am sure, pardon me for not touching on all _the wild passages_ of that angry letter, and permit me to bring under your notice the only strictly public accusation it contains. In the sincerest sorrow, I assure you, that were I in the present instance to deem it worth my while to allude to other objectionable portions of that remarkable communication, I could do myself justice in refutation of them, without touching with a _tenfold deeper tint_ certain and mischievously ruling or _predominant shadows_, that unhappily are already too well known as _imperiously existing_ in the quarter from whence the aspersion comes.” “Shadows imperiously existing!” That’s fine writing, that is! Real pen-and-ink work! _Nutts._ But why should the servant be discharged? What has the unhappy man done that he should be commanded to strip himself of the coat of the family--to take off his plush--to undo the Fitzhardinge gold-band from his hat--and leave Parliament in a plain suit? _Slowgoe._ Why, he’s accused of “abusing Government patronage.” _Tickle._ Well, that isn’t much--there’s so many to keep him in countenance. But what’s he done? ’Pointed himself to be Master of the Royal Poultry-yard?