Then he broke out into a violent passion: "What, I not fit for a lawyer?
let me tell you, my clod-pated relations spoiled the greatest genius in the world when they bred me a mechanic.

Lord Strutt, and his old rogue of a grandsire, have found to their cost that I can manage a lawsuit as well as another." "I don't deny what you say," replied Mrs.Bull, "nor do I call in question your parts; but, I say, it does not suit with your circumstances; you and your predecessors have lived in good reputation among your neighbours by this same clothing-trade, and it were madness to leave it off.

Besides, there are few that know all the tricks and cheats of these lawyers.

Does not your own experience teach you how they have drawn you on from one term to another, and how you have danced the round of all the courts, still flattering you with a final issue; and, for aught I can see, your cause is not a bit clearer than it was seven years ago." "I will be hanged," says John, "if I accept of any composition from Strutt or his grandfather; I'll rather wheel about the streets an engine to grind knives and scissors.

However, I'll take your advice, and look over my accounts." * A new Parliament: the aversion of a Tory House of Commons to war..