"Oh, I don't know:—you'll pawdon me, but—a—in short there are so many wags."
"Oh, there are wags enough, I grant; not funnier d——ls in the world."
"But I mean wags—tatters, I mean."
"Oh, rags. Oh, yes—why, indeed, they've not much clothes to spare."
"And yet these wetches are fweeholders, I'm told."
"Ay, and stout voters too."
"Well, that's all we wequire. By-the-bye, how goes on the canvass, Squire?"
"Famously."
"Oh, wait till I explain to you our plan of opewations from head-qwaters. You'll see how famously we shall wally at the hustings. These Iwish have no idea of tactics: we'll intwoduce the English mode—take them by supwise. We must unseat him."
"Unseat who?" said the Squire.