I particularly beg that your first, your last, and all the intermediate visits, will be to me.
Well, Mogul, what do you really think of us?
You have now been on shore long enough to have formed a pretty accurate notion of our institutions and habits.

I beg you will not judge of all of us by what you see in the streets--" "It is not my intention, sir." "You are cautious, I perceive?
We are in an awful condition, I confess; trampled on by the vulgar, and far--very far from being the people that, I dare say, you expected to see.

I couldn't be made the assistant alderman of my ward, if I wished it, sir--too much jacobism; the people are fools, sir; know nothing, sir; not fit to rule themselves, much less their betters, sir.

Here have a set of us, some hundreds in this very town, been telling them what fools they are, how unfit they are to manage their own affairs, and how fast they are going to the devil, any time these twenty years, and still we have not yet persuaded them to entrust one of us with authority! To say the truth, we are in a most miserable condition, and, if anything COULD ruin this country, democracy would have ruined it just thirty-five years ago." Here the wailings of Mr.Wriggle were interrupted by the wailings of Count Poke de Stunnin'tun.

The latter, by gazing in admiration at the speaker, had inadvertently struck his toe against one of the forty-three thousand seven hundred and sixty inequalities of the pavement (for everything in Leaplow is exactly equal, except the streets and highways), and fallen forwards on his nose.