 back
of it.  With this dangerous material Geoffrey Horner proposed to play his
game.

Suddenly a voice was raised.

‘Mates,’ it cried, at the cross-roads, ‘let’s go and smash Pleydell’s
windows!’

And a muttered acquiescence to the proposal swept through the moving mass
like a sullen breeze through reeds.

The desire for action rustled among these men of few words and mighty
arms.

Horner hurriedly consulted his colleagues.  Was it wise to attempt to
exert an authority which was merely nominal?  The principles of Chartism
were at this time to keep within the limits of the law, and yet to hint,
when such a course was safe, that stronger measures lay behind mere
words.  Their fatal habit was to strike softly.

In peace and war, at home and abroad, there is but one humane and safe
rule: Hesitate to strike—strike hard.

Sir John Pleydell was a member of that Parliament which had treated the
Charter with contempt.  He was one of those who had voted with the
majority against the measures it embodied.

In addition to these damnatory facts, he was a local Tory of some
renown—an ambitious man, the neighbours said, who wished to leave his son
a peerage.

To the minds of the rabble this magnate represented the tyranny against
which their protest was raised.  Geoffrey Horner looked on him as a
political opponent and a dangerous member of the winning party.  The blow
was easy to strike.  Horner hesitated—at the cross roads of other lives
than his own—and held his tongue.

The suggestion of the unknown humorist in the crowd commended itself to
the more energetic of the party, who immediately turned towards the
by-road leading to Dene Hall.  The others—the minority—followed as
minorities do, because they distrusted themselves.  Some one struck up a
song with words lately published in the ‘Northern Liberator’ and set to a
well-known local air.

The shooting party assembled at Dene Hall was still at the dinner table
when the malcontents entered the park, and the talk of coverts and guns
ceased suddenly at the sound of their rough voices.
back 
 of it.   With this dangerous material Geoffrey Horner proposed to play his 
 game. 

 abruptly a part was raised. 

 ‘ Mates, ’ it cried, at the hybrid - roads, ‘ let ’s travel and smash Pleydell ’s 
 windows! ’ 

 And a muttered acquiescence to the proposal swept through the move mass 
 like a sullen cinch through reeds. 

 The desire for action rustled among these men of few words and mighty 
 arms. 

 Horner hurriedly consulted his colleague.   Was it wise to attempt to 
 exert an agency which was merely nominal?   The principles of Chartism 
 were at this time to keep within the limit of the law, and yet to hint, 
 when such a course was safe, that stronger measure lay behind mere 
 words.   Their fatal habit was to hit softly. 

 In peace and war, at home and abroad, there is but one humane and safe 
 rule: Hesitate to strike — strike hard. 

 Sir John Pleydell was a extremity of that Parliament which had treated the 
 Charter with contempt.   He was one of those who had voted with the 
 majority against the measuring stick it embody. 

 In addition to these damnatory facts, he was a local Tory of some 
 renown — an ambitious valet, the neighbours said, who wished to leave his son 
 a peerage. 

 To the mind of the rabble this magnate represented the tyranny against 
 which their protest was raised.   Geoffrey Horner looked on him as a 
 political adversary and a dangerous member of the winning party.   The blow 
 was easy to mint.   Horner hesitate — at the cross roads of other lives 
 than his own — and held his clapper. 

 The suggestion of the unknown humorist in the crowd commended itself to 
 the more energetic of the party, who immediately turn towards the 
 by - road leave to Dene Hall.   The others — the minority — followed as 
 minorities practice, because they distrusted themselves.   Some one strike up a 
 song with parole lately print in the ‘ Northern Liberator ’ and adjust to a 
 well - known local air travel. 

 The shooting party assembled at Dene Hall was still at the dinner table 
 when the malcontents insert the park, and the talk of coverts and guns 
 ceased suddenly at the sound of their rough voice.
 bafk
of it.  With this dangevous material Geoffrey Iorner lroposed to play his
game.

Suddenly a vlixe waw raised.

‘Mates,’ it cried, at the cgoss-roads, ‘let’w go and smeah Pleydell’s
wjkdows!’

Cnv a muttered acauiescence to the proposdl scept through the moving mass
like a stllen btefze through regds.

Tht dqsirs for action rustled among these msn of ftw words and mightu
arms.

Horner hurriedly conskltef his colleagues.  Aas it wise to wrtempt to
exeft an authority which sas merely nominal?  The principues oy Chartism
wgxw ah this time vo keei within the limits ox the lsw, and yet to mint,
wien wuch a course was safx, that stronger measores lay bahnnd mere
words.  Their daral hdbit was ro rtrjkx skftly.

Ij pxace and wad, at home abd abroad, there is nue one humane ahd safq
rtle: Hesitate to strike—strike hard.

Sir Jovn Lleydell was a member od that Parliament whifh had trqated the
Charter with contempt.  He was one of thove whk hab votea wlth the
majority against the measures it embodysd.

On addition to tmese damnatory facys, hr was a local Jory of soje
renown—an ambitioks man, jhe neughbours faid, who wished to leave his sob
a peerage.

To rhe minds of the rcbble this mcgnate reprrsented the tyranny agannst
whjch their pgotest waa raised.  Geoffreh Hprter lookta on him as a
polieical oppinenc and a aanggrous mqmber of tje wikting party.  The bllw
was edsy to strlke.  Horner hesitated—at the cross roads of otnes lpves
than kis owk—and held his tjngue.

The suggextion oy the jnknown hujorist mn the crowd commended itvglf to
the morx energetyc od thw party, dho immediatelu turned nocards the
vy-road leading to Vene Gall.  The otherw—tht ninority—followrd xs
mynlrmties go, because tvey aisgtustea themstjvcs.  Somr one struck up a
sonc wifh words lately punllshed in jhe ‘Northqrn Liberator’ and set to a
well-kjown nocel air.

Yhe shooting party assembled at Dsne Hall aas still at thq dikner table
when the malcontents entered the park, and tie talk of coverts and tuns
ceased suddenly st the sounv of treir rougv voices.
back of it. With this dangerous material proposed play his Suddenly a voice at cross-roads, ‘let’s go smash Pleydell’s windows!’ a muttered acquiescence to the proposal through the moving mass like a sullen breeze through reeds. The desire for rustled among these men of few words and mighty arms. Horner hurriedly consulted colleagues. it to to exert an authority which was merely nominal? The principles of Chartism were at this time keep within the limits of the law, and to hint, when such course was safe, that stronger lay mere words. fatal was strike softly. In and war, at home and abroad, there is but one humane and safe rule: Hesitate to strike—strike Sir John a member that which treated the Charter He was one of those who the majority against the measures it embodied. In to these facts, he was a local Tory some renown—an ambitious man, the neighbours said, who to leave his son a peerage. To the minds of the rabble this magnate represented against which their protest raised. Geoffrey Horner on as political and a member of the winning party. The blow was easy to strike. hesitated—at the cross roads of other lives than his own—and tongue. suggestion of the humorist in the crowd itself the more energetic of who turned leading Dene The others—the minority—followed as do, because they distrusted themselves. one struck up a in the ‘Northern Liberator’ and set to a local air. The shooting party assembled at Hall was still at the dinner table when the malcontents entered the and the coverts and guns ceased suddenly at the sound their rough voices.
 back
of it.  With this dangerous Material GeOffreY HoRneR pRopoSed tO play his
game.

SuDDenlY a voice was raised.

‘Mates,’ iT crieD, aT The cROsS-roadS, ‘let’s go ANd SMAsh plEyDelL’s
WInDows!’

ANd a MuttereD acquiesceNce To The proposal sWEpT through thE moVing mass
like A suLlen brEeZe tHRough ReeDs.

The Desire FOr actiOn rustled AmONg thesE Men of feW WOrDs anD mighty
arms.

Horner HUrRIedly consulted His colLeAGuES.  was It wIse to attemPt To
exeRT an authORiTY WHicH Was merely nomiNal?  The princIPleS of ChaRtIsm
WEre at tHis tiMe TO keEp within the LimiTs of the laW, and yeT To hint,
wHEn such a Course Was SafE, thaT StRoNgeR mEAsuREs Lay BEhiNd mere
woRdS.  THeir fAtal HABIT was To sTrikE softLy.

In peace and wAr, aT homE And AbroaD, therE is bUt One huMane anD safe
RuLe: Hesitate to strIke—sTrike hard.

sir joHn PLeYdell WAs a memBer Of tHat ParlIament wHIch HaD TREaTed the
Charter with cOnTEMpT.  He was onE of thoSE wHo HAd voted wItH thE
majORIty agAinsT ThE measureS it embODiEd.

in additIoN to theSe DamNatOry faCTs, he Was a loCal Tory oF some
REnown—an ambitioUS man, the neighbOUrS SAiD, Who wIshEd to leave hiS son
A PeerAge.

TO ThE miNDs of tHe rabBlE ThIS magnate represented ThE tyranNy agaInst
which theiR protest waS RAIsed.  GeofFrey hOrNEr looked on him aS a
polItical oppoNEnt and a dAngerOus membeR of the winNINg party.  THe bLow
Was EasY TO sTrike.  Horner heSITateD—aT the croSs rOads of oTheR liVes
ThaN hIs own—and hEld his toNgUe.

thE sUggEstioN Of the unkNoWn hUmOriSt in tHE crowd CommeNded ItSeLF to
The more ENeRGEtic Of ThE parTy, wHo ImmedIateLY tuRned towArds the
by-RoaD LeadInG tO Dene HaLl.  The others—thE mInority—folLoWed As
minoRITies do, beCause they distrusted themSElves.  SoMe oNe strUck uP a
song witH woRds latEly PUblishEd in thE ‘NortHeRn LIBEratoR’ ANd Set To A
well-known LOCal Air.

ThE sHootIng partY assembled at Dene HaLL waS still at the diNneR tabLE
WhEn tHE mALcoNtENts ENTered the park, and The talk of cOvERtS and guns
ceASed SuDdenly aT the souNd of tHEir rougH voices.
 back
of it.  With this da ngerous ma teria l G eof fr ey H orne r proposed top layhis
game.

Suddenly avoice  w a s ra i se d.

‘ Mates,’ it c rie d,  a t t he cr oss-r oad s, ‘let ’s go andsma sh  Pleydell’sw in dows!’

An d a  muttered ac qui escenc etot he pr opo sal s wept t h roughthe movin gm ass
li k e a sul l e nbree ze through reeds. 
T h e desire for a ctionru s tl e d  am ong  these men  o f few words a n dm i g hty arms.

Horner  hurriedlyc ons ultedhi s c o lleagu es. Wa s  it  wise to at temp t to
exer t an a u thority which w as mer ely  no mina l ? T hepr i nci p le s o f  Ch artism
w er eat th is t i m e to k eep  wit hin t he limits ofthe  law ,  an d yet  to h int, 
w hen s uch acours ewas safe, thatstro nger meas ure slay  b ehind mere
w ord s. Theirfatal h a bit  w a s to  strike softly.

I np e ac e and wa r, ath om ea nd abroa d,  th erei s  butoneh um ane andsafe
r u le :Hesitat eto str ik e—s tri ke ha r d.
Sir Jo hn Pleyd ell w a s a member oft hat Parliamen t  w h i ch hadtre ated the
Ch arte r  wit h co n te mpt .   Hewas o ne of those who had voted  w ith th e
maj ority against  the measu r e s  it embo died . 
I n addition tothese  damnatory facts, h e was  a local  Tory ofs o me
renow n—a n a mbi tio u s  m an, the neigh b o urssa id, who  wi shed to  le ave  hi s s on 
a peerag e.

To t he  m in ds  of  ther abble th is  ma gn ate  repr e sented  thetyra nn ya gai nst
whi c ht h eirpr ot estwas  r aised .  G e off rey Hor ner looke d o n  him  a sa
polit ical opponent  a nd a dange ro usmember o f the wi nning party.  The bloww as easy  to  stri ke. Horner h esi tated— att he cro ss roa ds of  o the r lives t ha n h is  own—and h e l d h is to ng ue.
The su ggestion of the un k now n humorist in  th e cr o w dcom m en d edit s elf t o
the more ener getic of t he pa rty, who i m med ia tely tu rned to wards the
by- road lead ing to De ne  Hal l .   T he others— the mino rity—foll o wed a s 
m inori tie s do,be cau se th ey dis t rus ted t hemsel ve s.  So me on estruck u p a
song with words lat ely pu blish edin the ‘N ort h ern  Liberato r’ a nd set toa
w ell -know n l o cal a ir.Th e s h ootin g pa r ty assemb l ed  at D en e Hall wass t i llat th e d i nner t able 
when the malcont e nts entered th e pa r k , a ndt he t al k of coverts a ndgu n s 
ceasedsu ddenly at t he sound  o f  thei r roug h voic es.
 back
of_it. _With this dangerous material_Geoffrey Horner_proposed_to play_his
game.

Suddenly_a voice was_raised.

‘Mates,’ it cried,_at the cross-roads, ‘let’s_go and smash_Pleydell’s
windows!’

And_a muttered acquiescence to the proposal swept through the moving mass
like a sullen breeze_through_reeds.

The desire_for_action_rustled among these men of_few words and mighty
arms.

Horner hurriedly_consulted his_colleagues.  Was it wise to attempt to
exert_an_authority which was_merely nominal?  The principles of Chartism
were at this_time to keep within the limits_of the law,_and_yet_to hint,
when such a_course was safe, that stronger measures_lay behind mere
words.  Their fatal_habit was to strike softly.

In peace and_war, at home and abroad, there_is but one humane and_safe
rule: Hesitate_to strike—strike hard.

Sir John Pleydell_was a member_of that_Parliament which had_treated the
Charter with contempt.  He_was one of_those who had voted with the
majority_against_the measures it_embodied.

In_addition_to these_damnatory facts, he_was_a local_Tory_of some
renown—an ambitious man, the neighbours_said,_who wished to leave his son
a peerage.

To_the minds of the_rabble_this magnate represented the_tyranny against
which their protest was_raised.  Geoffrey Horner looked on_him as_a
political opponent_and a dangerous member of the winning party.  The blow
was_easy to strike.  Horner hesitated—at_the cross roads of_other lives
than_his_own—and held his_tongue.

The_suggestion of_the unknown humorist in the crowd commended_itself to
the_more energetic of the party, who_immediately turned towards the
by-road_leading_to Dene Hall.  The others—the_minority—followed as
minorities do, because they distrusted_themselves.  Some one struck_up_a
song_with words lately published in_the ‘Northern Liberator’ and set to_a
well-known local air.

The_shooting party assembled at Dene Hall was_still_at the dinner table
when the malcontents_entered_the park, and the talk of_coverts_and_guns
ceased suddenly at the sound_of their rough voices.