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We must live somehow, and half a loaf is better than no bread; and even that half loaf will go into other men's mouths, if we don't snap at it at once. Besides, we can't force others to strike. We may strike and starve ourselves, but what's the use of a dozen striking out of 20,000?" "Will you sign the protest, gentlemen, or not?" asked Crossthwaite, in a determined voice.
"And the Anti-Corn-law ones, too, for that matter," said Crossthwaite. "You know we can't help accidents; the petition will never be looked through." "It's always been the plan with Whigs and Tories, too!" "I ken that better than ye, I guess." "And isn't everything fair in a good cause?" said Crossthwaite. "Desperate men really can't be so dainty."
"Then let them fight those oppressors at home, and we'll do the same: that's the true way to show sympathy. Charity begins at home. They are always crying 'Ireland for the Irish'; why can't they leave England for the English?" "You're envious of O'Connor's power!" "Say that again, John Crossthwaite, and we part for ever!" And I threw off his arm indignantly.
Certainly, if John Crossthwaite held the victim-of-circumstance doctrine in theory, he did not allow Mike Kelly to plead it in practice, as an extenuation of his misdeeds.
"Go on, go on," cried Crossthwaite and I in the same breath. "That state, that city, Jesus said, was come was now within us, had we eyes to see. And it is come. Call it the church, the gospel, civilization, freedom, democracy, association, what you will I shall call it by the name by which my Master spoke of it the name which includes all these, and more than these the kingdom of God.
I asked, half disappointed. "Only for the sake of Him who died for all alike." Why did she rise and call Crossthwaite from the next room where he was writing?
And yet I could not help laughing, when, just as I was turning into bed, Crossthwaite knocked at my door, and, on being admitted, handed over to me a bundle wrapped up in paper. "There's a pair of breeks for you not plush ones, this time, old fellow but you ought to look as smart as possible. There's so much in a man's looking dignified, and all that, when he's speechifying.
I'll just ha' a petition a' alane to mysel I, an' a twa or three honest men. Besides, ye're just eight days ower time wi' it." "What do you mean?" "Suld ha' sent it in the 1st of April, an' no the 10th; a' fool's day wud ha' suited wi' it ferlie!" "Mr. Mackaye," said Crossthwaite, in a passion, "I shall certainly inform the Convention of your extraordinary language!" "Do, laddie! do, then!
I answered by hurling a book at her head, and brought down a volley of abuse, under which I sat in sulky patience, till Mackaye and Crossthwaite came in, and found her railing in the doorway, and me sitting over the fire, still intent on the frizzling remains of the breeches. "Was this insult of your invention, Mr.
Truly, the soul-saving business is a'thegither fa'n to a low ebb, as Master Tummas says somewhere!" "Well, but," asked Crossthwaite, "was not that man, at least, splendid?" "An' hoo much o' thae gran' objectives an' subjectives did ye comprehen', then, Johnnie, my man?" "Quite enough for me," answered John, in a somewhat nettled tone. "An' sae did I." "But you ought to hear him often.
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