"The abolitionist of the national debt, the unflinching opponent of pensions, the uncompromising advocate of the negro, the reducer of sinecures and the duration of Parliaments; the extender of nothing but the suffrages of the people," says Mr.Wilson.
"Prove it," says I.

"His acts prove it," says he.

"Prove _them_," says I.
'And he could not prove them,' said the red-faced man, looking round triumphantly; 'and the borough didn't have him; and if you carried this principle to the full extent, you'd have no debt, no pensions, no sinecures, no negroes, no nothing.

And then, standing upon an elevation of intellectual attainment, and having reached the summit of popular prosperity, you might bid defiance to the nations of the earth, and erect yourselves in the proud confidence of wisdom and superiority.

This is my argument--this always has been my argument--and if I was a Member of the House of Commons to-morrow, I'd make 'em shake in their shoes with it.
And the red-faced man, having struck the table very hard with his clenched fist, to add weight to the declaration, smoked away like a brewery.
'Well!' said the sharp-nosed man, in a very slow and soft voice, addressing the company in general, 'I always do say, that of all the gentlemen I have the pleasure of meeting in this room, there is not one whose conversation I like to hear so much as Mr.Rogers's, or who is such improving company.' 'Improving company!' said Mr.Rogers, for that, it seemed, was the name of the red-faced man.