or out of it. The 'County Mercury' has ratted, and be hanged to it! and now we have not one ne

and Mrs. Caxton to the grandees of the neighborhood, and uttered by no less a

erest in the county newspaper could cause Uncle Jack to prick up his ears like a warhorse at the sound of the drum and rush so incontinently across the interval between Squire Rollick and himself. But the mind of that deep and truly knowing man was not to be plumbed by a chit of m

ear; "What are his politics?" "Don't know," answered I. Uncle Jack intuitively took down from his memory the p

-finger, as he was apt to do when doubtful; t

said Mr. Rollick,-"f

sent the agricultural interest, and that if Mr. Rollick said that the "'County Mercury' ought to be hanged," he was one of those politicians who had already begun to call the agricultural interest "a Vampire.

what are these country squires compared to our wealthy merchants? What

prop of the land; and as for those manufactu

of that much-suffering class of which you yourself are an ornament. What can be more deserving of our best efforts for relief than a country gentleman like yourself, we'll say,-of a nominal L5,000 a-year,-compelled to keep up an establishment, pay for his fox-hounds, support the whole population by contributions to the poor-rates, support the whole church by tithes; all justice, jails, and prosecutions of the county-rates; all thoroughfares by the highway-rates; ground down by mortgages, Jews, or jointures; hav

isite piece of banter, for by the corner

ers, here pushed the bottle to Uncle Jack, and said, civilly: "There's a great deal of truth in what you say, Mr. Tibbets. The agricultural interest is going to ruin;

"You say that you have not a county paper that

higs bought the

by that mighty party whose very existence is at stake. Without such a paper you are gone, you are dead,-extinct, defunct, buried alive; with such a paper,-well conducted, well edited by a man of the world, of education, of practical experience in agriculture and human nature, mines, corn, manure, insur

his thigh; "and I'll ride over to our Lord-Lieutenant

hands, and then gently stretching them out and drawing them gradually together, as if he we

er rapture circum proecordia, warming his entrails, and diffusing throughout his whole frame of five feet eight the prophet

s not a Tory," said I to

r politics, opened his eyes. "A

r-pats: sometimes they come up with a crown on them, sometimes with the more popular impress of a cow. It is all very well for those who dish up the butter to

a bit

n you, then," said my father. "And now l

sir, and gone with Squire Rollick to

"brother Jack is goin

me office in the county town, with private apartments over it, and a salary of L500 a-year, for advocating the cause of his distressed fellow-creatures, including noblemen, squires, yeomanry, farmers, and all yearly subscribers in the New Proprietary Agri

en we first began," says Mr.