"You abuse soldiers almost as much as you abuse clergymen. All who wear red coats are national refuse in your eyes, and all who wear black are national swindlers. Mr. Moore, according to you, did wrong to get military aid, and he did still worse to accept of any other aid. Your way of talking amounts to this:—he should have abandoned his mill and his life to the rage of a set of misguided madmen, and Mr. Helstone and every other gentleman in the parish should have looked on, and seen the building razed and its owner slaughtered, and never stirred a finger to save either."
"If Moore had behaved to his men from the beginning as a master ought to behave, they never would have entertained their present feelings towards him."
"Easy for you to talk," exclaimed Miss Keeldar, who was beginning to wax warm in her tenant's cause: "you, whose family have lived at Briarmains for six generations, to whose person the people have been accustomed for fifty years, who know all their ways, prejudices, and preferences. Easy, indeed, for you to act so as to avoid offending them; but Mr. Moore came a stranger into the district: he came here poor and friendless, with nothing but his own energies to back him: nothing but his honour, his talent, and his industry to make his way for him. A monstrous crime indeed that, under such circum-
