My Novel, or Varieties in English Life

'- I only just ask you to look yonder, and tell me, on your conscience - I don't even say as a parson, but as a parishioner - whether you ever saw a more disreputable spectacle? While he spoke, the Squire, leaning heavily on the Parson's left shoulder, extended his cane in a line parallel with the right eye of that disputatious ecclesiastic, so that he might guide the organ of sight to the object ...