... palliation of the frightful and horrible assassinations that are committed in detail; nothing can palliate or justify them—me red arm of God’s, vengeance bangs over the beads of those who sleep their hands in their fellow-creatures blood (hear, bear). And, perhaps ...

... What’s the matter, John ?’ I aint done nothing, father.’ * Well, what are you crying for, then, you lubber?’ I was atraid you’d whip me.’ * What ! whip jou when you haven’t done anything ?’ Yes, sir.’ *Go into the house, you booby.’ John went into the bouse ...