Why, there's myself bred and born an Independent, and intended to be a preacher, didn't I give up religion for dog-fighting?
Religion, indeed! If it were not for the rascally law, my pit would fill better on Sundays than any other time.

Who would go to church when they could come to my pit?
Religion! why, the parsons themselves come to my pit; and I have now a letter in my pocket from one of them, asking me to send him a dog.' 'Well, then, politics,' said I.
'Politics! Why, the gemmen in the House would leave Pitt himself, if he were alive, to come to my pit.

There were three of the best of them here to-night, all great horators .-- Get on with you, what comes next ?' 'Why, there's learning and letters.' 'Pretty things, truly, to keep people from dog-fighting.

Why, there's the young gentlemen from the Abbey School comes here in shoals, leaving books, and letters, and masters too.

To tell you the truth, I rather wish they would mind their letters, for a more precious set of young blackguards I never seed.