This was the leader and
liberator of the people of England. He carried in his hand a
large hammer which he had never parted with during the whole
of the insurrection; and stopping when he had entered the
room, and surveying its inmates with an air at once stupid and
arrogant, recognizing Field the Chartist, he halloed out, "I
tell you I want him. He's my Lord Chancellor and Prime
Minister, my head and principal Doggy; I can't go on without
him. Well, what do you think," he said advancing to Field,
"here's a pretty go! They won't stop the works at the big
country mill you were talking of. They won't, won't they? Is
my word the law of the land or is it not? Have I given my
commands that all labour shall cease till the Queen sends me a
message that the Charter is established, and is a man who has
a mill, to shut his gates upon my forces, and pump upon my
people with engines? There shall be fire for this water;" and
so saying the Liberator sent his hammer with such force upon
the table, that the plate and porcelain and accumulated
luxuries of Mr Hatton's breakfast perilously vibrated.
"We will enquire into this, Sir," said Field, "and we will
take the necessary steps.
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