'And it is a well-known fact,' he continues with friendly warmth, 'that Small's great work won't sell; how do you know that number two was not written by a brother or friend of the publisher's, by way of an advertisement for it ?' By this time I am almost consoled.

Something strikes me with irresistible force.

I remember that that fellow Smith, who contested with me the election for the borough of Wigfield in eighteen hundred and fifty or sixty, has taken to literature.

He was at the head of the poll on that occasion, but my committee proving that he bribed, he lost his seat.

I came in.