the jury were their peers; but what sympathy could Mr. Higgins, the snuff-merchant, have with the exquisite dismay of the house of Cavendish at this exhibition of their head as a ballet master; or Mr. Wiggins, the butcher, know what was the Prince of Waterloo, the conqueror of Buonaparte's estimate of fame?
'How can we reason but from what we know?'
and what could the retail individuals that constitute a jury know of these 'fine fancies and high estimates?'"
"They were very respectable men, Edward," observed Mr. Delawarr, with a decorous accent of reproof.
"Am I in the slightest degree detracting from their pretensions to our great national characteristic? A respectable man passes six days behind his counter, and the seventh in a one-horse chaise—imagines that his own and his country's constitution equally depend on roast-beef—pays his debts regularly, and gives away half-pence in charity. What can such"
"Hush! Really, Mr. Lorraine, these are very dangerous sentiments for a young man to express."
