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Oh
!
if
those
who
rule
the
destinies
of
nations
would
but
remember
this
—
if
they
would
but
think
how
hard
it
is
for
the
very
poor
to
have
engendered
in
their
hearts
,
that
love
of
home
from
which
all
domestic
virtues
spring
,
when
they
live
in
dense
and
squalid
masses
where
social
decency
is
lost
,
or
rather
never
found
—
if
they
would
but
turn
aside
from
the
wide
thoroughfares
and
great
houses
,
and
strive
to
improve
the
wretched
dwellings
in
bye
-
ways
where
only
Poverty
may
walk
—
many
low
roofs
would
point
more
truly
to
the
sky
,
than
the
loftiest
steeple
that
now
rears
proudly
up
from
the
midst
of
guilt
,
and
crime
,
and
horrible
disease
,
to
mock
them
by
its
contrast
.
In
hollow
voices
from
Workhouse
,
Hospital
,
and
jail
,
this
truth
is
preached
from
day
to
day
,
and
has
been
proclaimed
for
years
.
It
is
no
light
matter
—
no
outcry
from
the
working
vulgar
—
no
mere
question
of
the
people
’
s
health
and
comforts
that
may
be
whistled
down
on
Wednesday
nights
.
In
love
of
home
,
the
love
of
country
has
its
rise
;
and
who
are
the
truer
patriots
or
the
better
in
time
of
need
—
those
who
venerate
the
land
,
owning
its
wood
,
and
stream
,
and
earth
,
and
all
that
they
produce
?
or
those
who
love
their
country
,
boasting
not
a
foot
of
ground
in
all
its
wide
domain
!
Kit
knew
nothing
about
such
questions
,
but
he
knew
that
his
old
home
was
a
very
poor
place
,
and
that
his
new
one
was
very
unlike
it
,
and
yet
he
was
constantly
looking
back
with
grateful
satisfaction
and
affectionate
anxiety
,
and
often
indited
square
-
folded
letters
to
his
mother
,
enclosing
a
shilling
or
eighteenpence
or
such
other
small
remittance
,
which
Mr
Abel
’
s
liberality
enabled
him
to
make
.
Sometimes
being
in
the
neighbourhood
,
he
had
leisure
to
call
upon
her
,
and
then
great
was
the
joy
and
pride
of
Kit
’
s
mother
,
and
extremely
noisy
the
satisfaction
of
little
Jacob
and
the
baby
,
and
cordial
the
congratulations
of
the
whole
court
,
who
listened
with
admiring
ears
to
the
accounts
of
Abel
Cottage
,
and
could
never
be
told
too
much
of
its
wonders
and
magnificence
.
Although
Kit
was
in
the
very
highest
favour
with
the
old
lady
and
gentleman
,
and
Mr
Abel
,
and
Barbara
,
it
is
certain
that
no
member
of
the
family
evinced
such
a
remarkable
partiality
for
him
as
the
self
-
willed
pony
,
who
,
from
being
the
most
obstinate
and
opinionated
pony
on
the
face
of
the
earth
,
was
,
in
his
hands
,
the
meekest
and
most
tractable
of
animals
.
It
is
true
that
in
exact
proportion
as
he
became
manageable
by
Kit
he
became
utterly
ungovernable
by
anybody
else
(
as
if
he
had
determined
to
keep
him
in
the
family
at
all
risks
and
hazards
)
,
and
that
,
even
under
the
guidance
of
his
favourite
,
he
would
sometimes
perform
a
great
variety
of
strange
freaks
and
capers
,
to
the
extreme
discomposure
of
the
old
lady
’
s
nerves
;
but
as
Kit
always
represented
that
this
was
only
his
fun
,
or
a
way
he
had
of
showing
his
attachment
to
his
employers
,
Mrs
Garland
gradually
suffered
herself
to
be
persuaded
into
the
belief
,
in
which
she
at
last
became
so
strongly
confirmed
,
that
if
,
in
one
of
these
ebullitions
,
he
had
overturned
the
chaise
,
she
would
have
been
quite
satisfied
that
he
did
it
with
the
very
best
intentions
.
Besides
becoming
in
a
short
time
a
perfect
marvel
in
all
stable
matters
,
Kit
soon
made
himself
a
very
tolerable
gardener
,
a
handy
fellow
within
doors
,
and
an
indispensable
attendant
on
Mr
Abel
,
who
every
day
gave
him
some
new
proof
of
his
confidence
and
approbation
.
Mr
Witherden
the
notary
,
too
,
regarded
him
with
a
friendly
eye
;
and
even
Mr
Chuckster
would
sometimes
condescend
to
give
him
a
slight
nod
,
or
to
honour
him
with
that
peculiar
form
of
recognition
which
is
called
‘
taking
a
sight
,
’
or
to
favour
him
with
some
other
salute
combining
pleasantry
with
patronage
.
One
morning
Kit
drove
Mr
Abel
to
the
Notary
’
s
office
,
as
he
sometimes
did
,
and
having
set
him
down
at
the
house
,
was
about
to
drive
off
to
a
livery
stable
hard
by
,
when
this
same
Mr
Chuckster
emerged
from
the
office
door
,
and
cried
‘
Woa
-
a
-
a
-
a
-
a
-
a
!
’
—
dwelling
upon
the
note
a
long
time
,
for
the
purpose
of
striking
terror
into
the
pony
’
s
heart
,
and
asserting
the
supremacy
of
man
over
the
inferior
animals
.
‘
Pull
up
,
Snobby
,
’
cried
Mr
Chuckster
,
addressing
himself
to
Kit
.
‘
You
’
re
wanted
inside
here
.
’
‘
Has
Mr
Abel
forgotten
anything
,
I
wonder
?
’
said
Kit
as
he
dismounted
.
‘
Ask
no
questions
,
Snobby
,
’
returned
Mr
Chuckster
,
‘
but
go
and
see
.
Woa
-
a
-
a
then
,
will
you
?
If
that
pony
was
mine
,
I
’
d
break
him
.
’
