“There’s the parish of Edmonton offers forty pounds—there’s the parish of St. Leonard, Shoreditch, offers forty pounds—there’s the parish of Tyburn offers forty pounds: I shall have all that, if I convict them.”
“But consider their case, it may yet be your own;
And see how they kneel: is your heart made of stone?”
This moves: so at last I agree to relent,
For ten pounds in hand, and ten pounds to be spent.
I challenge you all to answer this. I tell you, you cannot: it cuts deep. But now for the rest of the letter: and next—but I want room—so I believe I shall battle the rest out at Barton some day next week. I don’t value you all!
O. G.
FOOTNOTES:
[48] To Mrs. Bunbury.
