"
"Sandy's a wiser man than you or I, and you know it."
"Oh, I don't deny that; but he's getting old, and I think he has been
failing in his mind of late."
"I'm afraid he's failing in his health; he has never been the same man
since they hooted him down in John Street. But he hasn't altered in his
opinions one jot; and I'll tell you what--I believe he's right. I'll die in
this matter like a man, because it's the cause of liberty; but I've fearful
misgivings about it, just because Irishmen are at the head of it."
"Of course they are--they have the deepest wrongs; and that makes them
most earnest in the cause of right. The sympathy of suffering, as they say
themselves, has bound them to the English working man against the same
oppressors."
"Then let them fight those oppressors at home, and we'll do the same:
that's the true way to show sympathy. Charity begins at home. They are
always crying 'Ireland for the Irish'; why can't they leave England for the
English?"
"You're envious of O'Connor's power!"
"Say that again, John Crossthwaite, and we part for ever!" And I threw off
his arm indignantly.
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