Things would brighten. The Radicals' one ambition was to set class against class, landlord against tenant. Well, during the last five hundred years, the Sylvesters had rarely been--he was sorry to have to confess it--good men (laughter and dissent); but he never yet heard of the Sylvester--though he shouldn't say it--who was a bad landlord (loud applause). This was a free country, and any tenant of his who was not content (a voice, "'Oo says we bain't?")--"thank you, thank you!"--well, there was room for him outside. (Cheers.) He thanked God from the bottom of his heart that, during the forty years he had been responsible for the March Mere Estate, there had never been any friction between him and his people (cheers), and he didn't think there ever would be. (Loud cheers.) "Thank you, thank you!" And his motto was, "Shun a Radical as you do the devil!"--and he was very gl
