I can bear it no longer-this diabolical invention of gentility which kills natural kindliness and honest friendship. Proper pride, indeed! Rank and precedence, forsooth! The table of ranks and degrees is a lie, and should be flung into the fire. Organize rank and precedence! that was well for the masters of ceremonies of former ages. Come forward, some great marshal, and organize Equality in society, and your rod shall swallow up all the juggling old Court gold-sticks. If this is not gospel-truth-if the world does not tend to this-if hereditary-great-man worship is not a humbug and an idolatry-let us have the Stuarts back again, and crop the Free Press's ears in the Pillory. THE END. |