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eard my young Lord say, when
Shakspeare was a butcher, he used to make speeches at the calves, as
if they was for a sacrifice, or ever he could lift a knife to ’em.’

‘Shakspeare! He as wrote Romeo and Juliet, and all that! He a
butcher! Why, he was a poet!’ cried the girl, indignantly.

‘If you know better than Lord Fitzjocelyn, you may!’ said the boy.

‘I couldn’t have thought it!’ sighed the maiden.

‘It’s the best of it!’ cried the lad, eagerly. ‘Why, Charlotte,
don’t ye see, he rose hisself. Anybody may rise hisself as has a
mind to it!’

‘Yes, I’ve read that in books said Charlotte. ‘You can, men can,
Tom, if you would but educate yourself like Edmund! in the Old
English Baron. But then, you know whose son you are. There can’t
be no catastrophe–‘

‘I don’t want none,’ said Tom. ‘We are all equal by birth, so the
orator proves without a doubt, and we’ll show it one of these days.
A rare lady I’ll make of you yet, Charlotte Arnold.’

‘O hush, Tom, I can never be a lady–an