CHAPTER XLII.
The Election.
As we came into the yard one afternoon, Polly came out, "Jerry! I've had Mr. B here asking about your vote, and he wants to hire your cab for the election: he will call for an answer."
"Well, Polly, you may say that my cab will be otherwise engaged; I should not like to have it pasted over with their great bills, and as to make Jack and Captain race about to the public-houses to bring up half-drunken voters, why, I think 'twould be an insult to the horses. No, I shan't do it."
"I suppose you'll vote for the gentleman? he said he was of your politics."
"So he is in some things, but I shall not vote for him, Polly; you know what his trade is?"
"Yes."
"Well, a man who gets rich by that trade, may be all very well in some ways, but he is blind as to what working men want: I could not in my conscience send him up to make the laws. I dare say they'll be angry, but every man must do what he thinks to be the best for his country."
On the morning before the election, Jerry was putting me into the shafts, when Dolly came into the
