Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city.Fogonthe Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards, and hovering in the rigging of great ships And hard byTemple Bar, in Lincoln's Inn Hall, atthevery heart of the fog, sits the Lord High Chancellor in his High Court of Chancery.
How on earth are the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the Governor of the Bank of Englandto be taken seriouslyagainst that kind of background noise? It is rather like sending your opening batsmen to the crease, only for them to find, the moment the first balls are bowled, that their bats have been broken before the game by the team captain.
'I dinna ken muckle about the law,'answered Mrs Howden; 'but I ken, when we had a king, and a chancellor, and parliament-men o'our ain, we could aye peeble them wi'stanes when they werena gude bairnsBut naebody's nails can reach the length o' Lunnon.'
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