G. You did right. But have you not some head or president of your club?
F. The master for each night is chosen by all the company present the week before.
G. Does he make laws to bind you in case of ill temper or misbehaviour?
F. He make laws! He bind us! No; we have all agreed to a set of equal rules, which are signed by every new comer, and were written in a strange hand by young Spelman, the lawyer's clerk, whose uncle is a member.
G. What should you do, if any member were to insist on becoming perpetual master, and on altering your rules at his arbitrary will and pleasure?
F. We should expel him.
G. What, if he were to bring a serjeant's guard, when the militia are quartered in your neighbourhood, and insist upon your obeying him?
F. We would resist:, if we could; if not, the society would be broken up.
G. Suppose that, with his serjeant's guard,
