ABSTRACT
As soon as Dr. Sourby reached home, he exclaimed, ‘Curse on the obstinacy of the unthinking rabble! Here am I a lame caitiff for life, if it be not the death of me, by the weapons of justice, for my zeal to preserve good order! and that when I had just escaped being a martyr / for an eloquent display to the people of their own interests, and the true principles of civil government. Well, I’ll not be caught soon meddling in public assemblies. If my life be spared, I’ll lead a quiet domestic one, and derive my happiness from the peace and consolations under my own roof.’
