like me—go for to presume to be parsonal,—unless I get hold of a poorer!"
"Why, Bunting, you do not mean to say that you would be so ungenerous as to affront a man because he was poorer than you?—fie!"
"Whaugh, your honour! and is not that the very reason why I'd affront him? surely it is not my betters I should affront; that would be ill bred, your honour,—quite want of discipline."
"But we owe it to our great Commander," said Walter, "to love all men."
"Augh! Sir, that's very good maxim,—none better—but shows ignorance of the world, Sir—great!"
"Bunting, your way of thinking is quite disgraceful. Do you know, Sir, that it is the Bible you were speaking of?"
"Augh, Sir! but the Bible was addressed to them Jew creturs! How somever, it's an excellent book for the poor; keeps 'em in order, favours discipline,—none more so."
