Your very existence is a libel upon the laws by which the rights of civil society are protected." "Troth, your honor does me injustice; I never see a case of distress that my heart doesn't bleed--" "With a leech-like propensity to pounce upon it.

Begone!" The man slunk out.
"Dalton," he proceeded, when the old man, accompanied by the Pedlar, came in, "I sent for you to say that I am willing you should have your farm again." "Sir," replied the other, "I am thankful and grateful to you for that kindness, but it's now too late; I am not able to go back upon it; I have neither money nor stock of any kind.

I am deeply and gratefully obliged to you; but I have not a sixpence worth in the world to put on it.

An honest heart, sir, an' a clear fame, is all that God has left me, blessed be His name." "Don't b'lieve a word of it," replied the Pedlar.

"Only let your honor give him a good lease, at a raisonable rint, makin' allowance for his improvements--" "Never mind conditions, my good friend," said the agent, "but proceed; for, if I don't mistake, you will yourself give him a lift." "May be, we'll find him stock and capital a thrifle, any way," replied the Pedlar with a knowing wink.