AUGUST 159 



Camberwell Cadger was holding forth in im- 

 passioned Cocknese. A good many rustics were 

 gathered round him, and I have certainly never 

 heard a more moving orator than this dirty little 

 man who shouted his gospel of virtue at a spell- 



A MOVING ORATOR 



bound audience. I can't deny that some of his 

 arguments went home to me too ; for instance, 

 when he talked with a leer in the tail of his eye 

 of those whose education and position should make 

 them show a good example to their ignorant 

 brothers and sisters ; of those whose self-indulgent 

 habits would not allow them to deny themselves, to 



