The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1842-03-11 00:00:00

Sir E. 10,ATCEID14,1. fliongV.that no measure of thel<ind
nbw-under-Ceisiiterationlad ever been -projised heretofore.
and.met with such general concurrence, both within and
without the walls of parliament, as the proposition of his
right hon. friend. • This measure was not, as was said, a.Sur-
render or capitulation on the part of the agricultural interests,
and it would be much better if such-exciting expressions
were not resorted to ; it was a fair and equitable adjustment,
which was called for by the circumstances of the country.

Mr. SitElCien;tkeClupon the fact that no notice had been
taken of the assertions, upon his side of the house, that the
present measure was but the herald of future changes in the
corn laws—changes givinginuch.greater concessions than the
present bill proposed. With respect to the sliding scale, he
wished to know, if the ininciplis were good, why it was not
to be applied to coffee, sugar, and other colonial produce.
The evil of the present system was, that though for the last
few years we had imported millions of quarters of corn, yet
we had no such thing as trade in corn, as was proved by the
fact that in one year, 1000 British vessels had entered the
Baltic for the purpose of bringing home corn, and the whole
of these vessels were sent out in ballast instead of being laden
with British manufactures: _ •

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always.elloose st.bo shall 6e . his creditors.. The pamphleteer
became abankrupt, and the brotheri held an acceptanCe of
his which had been indorsed to them by the drawer, who had
also become a bankrupt. The wantonly-libelled men had
thus become creditors of the libeller ! They now had it in
their power to make him repent of his audacity. He could
not obtain his certificate without their signature, and without
it he could not enter into business again. He had obtained
the number of signatures required by the bankrupt law
except one. It seemed folly to hope that the firm of
" the brothers" wculd supply the deficiency. • What! they,
who had cruelly been made the•laughing-stocks of the public,
forget the wrong and favour the.wrong-doer ! He despaired.
But the claims of a wife and children forced him at last to
make the application. H umbled by misery he presented himself
at the cotinting-lionse of the wronged. Mr. Grant was alone,
and the first words to the delincp.ent were, " Shut the door,
. sir!" sternly uttered. The door was shut, and the libeller stood
trembling before the libelled. He told his tale, and pro-
duced his certificate, which was instantly clutched by the in-
jured merchant. "You wrote a pamphlet against us once,"
eNclaimed Mr. Grant. The supplicant expected to sec his
parchment thrown into the fire ! But this was not its des-
tination.- Mr. Grant took a pen, and writing something
upon the document, handed it back to the bankrupt. He,
poor wretch, expected to See " rogue, scoundrel, libeller,"
inscribed ; but there was, in fair, round characters, the signa-
ture
of the firm! "We make it a rule," said Mr. Grant,
"never to refuse signing the certificateof an honest tradesman,
and we have never heard that you were anything else." The
tears started into the poor. man's eyes. " Ah," said Mr.
Grant, " my saying was true. I said you would live to repent
writing that pamphlet. I did not mean it as a threat. I only
meant that some day you would know us better, and repent
you had tried to injiire us. I see you repent of it new. " I
do, I do," said the grateful man. " I bitterly repent it."
" Well, well, my dear fellow, you know us now. How do
you get on? What are you going to do ?" The poor man
stated that be had friends who could assisthim when his cer-
tificate was obtained. " But how are you off in the mean -
time?" And the' answer was, that having given up every
farthing to his creditors,' he had been compelled to stint his
family of even cothmon necessaries that he might be -able to
pay the cost of his certificate. "My dear fellow, that will
not do, your family must not suffer. Be kind enough to take
this ten-pound note to your wife.from me—there, there, my
dear fellow—tiay, don't cry—it will he all well with you yet.
Keep up your spirits, set to work like a man, and you will
raise your head amongst us yet." The overpowered man en-
deavoured in vain to express his thanks. The swelling in his
throat forbade words. He put his handkerchief to his face
and went out crying like a child.