. The political Pilgrim's progress . ge bountyfor cheap flour, my boy. Will-o-ioisp.—Thats it, my hearty ! Radical.—A bounty for cheap flour! What? ifa man offers me flour for three shillings, am 1 tooffer him a bounty of two shiilings to let me have itfor eighteen pence ? Wimlmill.—Pah ! Dont peddle amongst figures ;figures are inconvenient, misleading things. Radical.—But, gentlemen, I want to know wherethe bounty money is to come from ? Windmill.—Psha! Never mind that, so that weget it! Ridical.—Truly, gentlemen, I must go on myjourney ; a large loaf bought with a bounty wontease me of my b
. The political Pilgrim's progress . ge bountyfor cheap flour, my boy. Will-o-ioisp.—Thats it, my hearty ! Radical.—A bounty for cheap flour! What? ifa man offers me flour for three shillings, am 1 tooffer him a bounty of two shiilings to let me have itfor eighteen pence ? Wimlmill.—Pah ! Dont peddle amongst figures ;figures are inconvenient, misleading things. Radical.—But, gentlemen, I want to know wherethe bounty money is to come from ? Windmill.—Psha! Never mind that, so that weget it! Ridical.—Truly, gentlemen, I must go on myjourney ; a large loaf bought with a bounty wontease me of my burthen. Windmill.—You will never feel it after, pon myhonour. Will-divisp.—You never will, pon our honour ! Radical.—That wont do ! No, no. Sirs, I know-better than that, and so now I wish you good then went on his way—the two muttering* * Pertinacious ignorance ! and Deplorable wantof educati<mal illumination ! Radical heard this ;he, however, took no notice, but went on, singingas before. I I. THR CANADIAN DVVAIiF AND MOUNTEBANKS. A THE POLITICAL PILGRIMS PROGRESS. PART IV. We saw that after Pilgrim had left this part of thecountry he came to the town of Economy, situate inthe county of Delusion. This town was famous forits political exhibitions ; for during the whole yearthere were always some jugglers, rope dancers,mountebanks, fortune-tellers^ and caravans full ofwild and curious beasts. On the day Radical andhis family entered the town, there was a mortalrivalship between two establishments. The onehad a splendid caravan, in which, amongst otherthings, there was a yellow Canadian dwarf ; and theother had a company ot prize fighters and fireeaters, under the direction of one Slashing Harry,well known in that part of the country as a first-rate vomiter forth of fiie and smoke. This fiercecontest engrossed the undivided attention of thewhole town ; and nothing was talked about but therespective merits of the two sets of showmen. The mas
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