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admission； retired； and shut the door。
The man who now confronted Gashford； was a squat； thickset
personage； with a low； retreating forehead； a coarse shock head of
hair； and eyes so small and near together； that his broken nose
alone seemed to prevent their meeting and fusing into one of the
usual size。 A dingy handkerchief twisted like a cord about his
neck； left its great veins exposed to view； and they were swollen
and starting； as though with gulping down strong passions； malice；
and ill…will。 His dress was of threadbare velveteen—a faded； rusty；
whitened black； like the ashes of a pipe or a coal fire after a day’s
extinction； discoloured with the soils of many a stale debauch； and
reeking yet with pot…house odours。 In lieu of buckles at his knees；
he wore unequal loops of packthread； and in his grimy hands he
held a knotted stick； the knob of which was carved into a rough
likeness of his own vile face。 Such was the visitor who doffed his
three…cornered hat in Gashford’s presence； and waited； leering； for
his notice。
‘Ah！ Dennis！’ cried the secretary。 ‘Sit down。’
‘I see my lord down yonder—’ cried the man； with a jerk of his
thumb towards the quarter that he spoke of； ‘and he says to me；
says my lord； “If you’ve nothing to do； Dennis； go up to my house
and talk with Muster Gashford。” Of course I’d nothing to do； you
know。 These an’t my working hours。 Ha ha！ I was a…taking the air
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when I see my lord； that’s what I was doing。 I takes the air by
night； as the howls does； Muster Gashford。’
And sometimes in the day…time； eh？’ said the secretary—‘when
you go out in state； you know。’
‘Ha ha！’ roared the fellow； smiting his leg； ‘for a gentleman as
’ull say a pleasant thing in a pleasant way； give me Muster
Gashford agin’ all London and Westminster！ My lord an’t a bad
’un at that； but he’s a fool to you。 Ah to be sure；—when I go out in
state。’
‘And have your carriage；’ said the secretary； ‘and your chaplain；
eh？ and all the rest of it？’
‘You’ll be the death of me；’ cried Dennis； with another roar；
‘you will。 But what’s in the wind now； Muster Gashford；’ he asked
hoarsely； ‘Eh？ Are we to be under orders to pull down one of them
Popish chapels—or what？’
‘Hush！’ said the secretary； suffering the faintest smile to play
upon his face。 ‘Hush！ God bless me； Dennis！ We associate； you
know； for strictly peaceable and lawful purposes。’
‘I know； bless you；’ returned the man； thrusting his tongue into
his cheek； ‘I entered a’ purpose； didn’t I！’
‘No doubt；’ said Gashford； smiling as before。 And when he said
so； Dennis roared again； and smote his leg still harder； and falling
into fits of laughter； wiped his eyes with the corner of his
neckerchief； and cried； ‘Muster Gashford agin’ all England
hollow！’
‘Lord George and I were talking of you last night；’ said
Gashford； after a pause。 ‘He says you are a very earnest fellow。’
‘So I am；’ returned the hangman。
‘And that you truly hate the Papists。’
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‘So I do；’ and he confirmed it with a good round oath。 ‘Lookye
here； Muster Gashford；’ said the fellow； laying his hat and stick
upon the floor； and slowly beating the palm of one hand with the
fingers of the other； ‘Ob…serve。 I’m a constitutional officer that
works for my living； and does my work creditable。 Do I； or do I
not？’
‘Unquestionably。’
‘Very good。 Stop a minute。 My work； is sound； Protestant；
constitutional； English work。 Is it； or is it not？’
‘No man alive can doubt it。’
‘Nor dead neither。 Parliament says this here—says Parliament；
“If any man； woman； or child； does anything which goes again a
certain number of our acts”—how many hanging laws may there
be at this present time； Muster Gashford？ Fifty？’
‘I don’t exactly know how many；’ replied Gashford； leaning
back in his chair and yawning； ‘a great number though。’
‘Well； say fifty。 Parliament says； “If any man； woman； or child；
does anything again any one of them fifty acts； that man； woman；
or child； shall be worked off by Dennis。” George the Third steps in
when they number very strong at the end of a sessions； and says；
“These are too many for Dennis。 I’ll have half for myself and
Dennis shall have half for himself；” and sometimes he throws me
in one over that I don’t expect； as he did three year ago； when I got
Mary Jones； a young woman of nineteen who come up to Tyburn
with a infant at her breast； and was worked off for taking a piece of
cloth off the counter of a shop in Ludgate Hill； and putting it down
again when the shopman see her； and who had never done any
harm before； and only tried to do that； in consequence of her
husband having been pressed three weeks previous； and she being
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left to beg； with two young children—as was proved upon the trial。
Ha ha！—Well！ That being the law and the practice of England； is
the glory of England； an’t it； Muster Gashford？’
‘Certainly；’ said the secretary。
‘And in times to come；’ pursued the hangman； ‘if our grandsons
should think of their grandfathers’ times； and find these things
altered； they’ll say； “Those were days indeed； and we’ve been
going down hill ever since。” Won’t they； Muster Gashford？’
‘I have no doubt they will；’ said the secretary。
‘Well then； look here；’ said the hangman。 ‘If these Papists gets
into power； and begins to boil and roast instead of hang； what
becomes of my work！ If they touch my work that’s a part of so
many laws； what becomes of the laws in general； what becomes of
the religion； what becomes of the country！—Did you ever go to
church； Muster Gashford？’
‘Ever！’ repeated the secretary with some indignation； ‘of
course。’
‘Well；’ said the ruffian； ‘I’ve been once—twice； counting the
time I was christened—and when I heard the Parliament prayed
for； and thought how many new hanging laws they made every
sessions； I considered that I was prayed for。 Now mind； Muster
Gashford；’ said the fellow； taking up his stick and shaking it with a
ferocious air； ‘I mustn’t have my Protestant work touched； nor this
here Protestant state of things altered in no degree； if I can help it；
I mustn’t have no Papists interfering with me； unless they come to
be worked off in course of law； I mustn’t have no biling； no
roasting； no frying—nothing but hanging。 My lord may well call
me an earnest fellow。 In support of the great Protestant principle
of having plenty of that； I’ll；’ and here he beat his club upon the
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ground； ‘burn； fight； kill—do anything you bid me； so that it’s bold
and devilish—though the end of it was； that I got hung myself。—
There； Muster Gashford！’
He appropriately followed up this frequent prostitution of a
noble word to the vilest purposes； by pouring out in a kind of
ecstasy at least a score of most tremendous oaths； then wiped his
heated face upon his neckerchief； and cried； ‘No Popery！ I’m a
religious man； by G—！’
Gashford had leant back in his chair； regarding him with eyes
so sunken； and so shadowed by his heavy brows； that for aught the
hangman saw o