MR. MAC QUEDY.

Do you not see that you have brought disparates together? the Jacquerie and the march of mind.

THE REV. DR. FOLLIOTT.

Not at all, sir. They are the same thing, under different names. Πολλῶν ονομάτων μορφὴ μία.* What was Jacquerie in the dark ages, is the march of mind in this very enlightened one-very enlightened one.

MR. CHAINMAIL.

The cause is the same in both; poverty

in despair.

MR. MAC QUEDY.

Very likely; but the effect is extremely

disagreeable.

"One shape of many names."

ESCHYLUS: Prometheus.

THE REV. DR. FOLLIOTT.

It is the natural result, Mr. Mac Quedy, of that system of state seamanship which your science upholds. Putting the crew on short allowance, and doubling the rations of the officers, is the sure way to make a mutiny on board a ship in distress, Mr. Mac Quedy.

MR. MAC QUEDY.

Eh! sir, I uphold no such system as that. I shall set you right as to cause and effect. Discontent increases with the increase of information.* That is all.

* This looks so like caricature, (a thing abhorrent to our candour,) that we must give authority for it. "We ought to look the evil manfully in the face, and not amuse ourselves with the dreams of fancy. The discontent of the laborers in our times is rather a proof of their superior information than of their deterioration."Morning Chronicle: December 20, 1830.

THE REV. DR. FOLLIOTT.

I said it was the march of mind.

But we

have not time for discussing cause and effect now. Let us get rid of the enemy.

And he vociferated at the top of his voice,

"What do you want here?"

"Arms, arms,” replied a hundred voices, "Give us the arms."

THE REV. DR. FOLLIOTT.

You see, Mr. Chainmail, this is the inconvenience of keeping an armoury, not fortified with sand bags, green bags, and old bags of all kinds.

MR. MAC QUEDY.

Just give them the old spits and toasting irons, and they will go away quietly.

life. These assailants are all aliens' to

my

land and house. My men will fight for me, one and all. This is the fortress of beef and ale.

MR. MAC QUEDY.

Eh! sir, when the rabble is up, it is very indiscriminating. You are e'en suffering for the sins of Sir Simon Steeltrap, and the like, who have pushed the principle of accumulation a little too far.

MR. CHAINMAIL.

The way to keep the people down, is kind and liberal usage.

MR. MAC QUEDY.

That is very well, (where it can be afforded,) in the way of prevention; but in the way of eure, the operation must be more drastic. (Taking down a battle-axe.) I would fain

have a good blunderbuss charged with

slugs.

MR. CHAINMAIL.

When I suspended these arms for ornament, I never dreamed of their being called

into use.

MR. SKIONAR.

Let me address them. I never failed to convince an audience that the best thing they could do was to go away.

MR. MAC QUEDY.

Eh! sir, I can bring them to that conclusion in ess time than you.

MR. CROTCHET.

I have no fancy for fighting. It is a very hard case upon a guest, when the latter end of a feast is the beginning of a fray.

MR. MAC QUEDY.

Give them the old iron.