Landor.—Who, pray?
North.—The butcher Ings.
Landor.—Ah, I was not aware of it! Ings was a fine fellow.
North.—Your republic will never do here, Mr. Landor.
Landor.—I shall believe that a king is better than a republic when I find that a single tooth in a head is better than a set. [77]
[Footnote 77: Vol. ii. p. 31.]
North.—It would be as good logic in a monarchy-man to say, "I shall believe that a republic is better than a king when I am convinced that six noses on a face would be better than one."
Landor.—In this age of the march of intellect, when a pillar of fire is guiding us out of the wilderness of error, you Tories lag behind, and are lost in darkness, Mr. North. Only the first person in the kingdom should be unenlightened and void, as only the first page in a book should be a blank one. It is when it is torn out that we come at once to the letters. [78]
[Footnote 78: Vol. iv. p. 405.]
North.—Well, now that you have torn out the first page of the Court Guide, we come to the Peers, I suppose.