"Indeed! His name, Joe? You look well this morning."
"Only the Rev. Moses Barraclough; t' tub orator you call him sometimes, I think."
"Ah!" said the rector, taking out his snuff-box, and administering to himself a very long pinch--"ah! couldn't have supposed it. Why, the pious man never was a workman of yours, Moore. He's a tailor by trade."
"And so much the worse grudge I owe him, for interfering and setting my discarded men against me."

The tub orator you call him sometimes, I think."
"Ah!" said the rector, taking out his snuff-box, and helping himself to a long pinch. "Why, he never was a workman of yours, Moore. He's a tailor."
"And so much the worse grudge I owe him, for interfering and setting my men against me."
