Long habits had developed in him a moral disease from, which people who make political agitation their calling are seldom wholly free.

He could not be quiet.

Sedition, from being his business, had become his pleasure.

It was as impossible for him to live without doing mischief as for an old dram drinker or an old opium eater to live without the daily dose of poison.

The very discomforts and hazards of a lawless life had a strange attraction for him.