Good morning. Poor brother Martin wouldn...

Good morning. Poor brother Martin wouldn't come himself, so I thought I'd step up and speak to you. But I’ll tell him that you give him all time, and that he's not to make himself uneasy, and all that. I'll comfort him, depend on't. And, I say; when you write back to the 'Squire, you can tell him, by way of postscript, if he must feed the gaming-table not to let it be with money warm, like blood, from the wretched. Just tell him, whilst he shuffles the cards, to remember the aching of his distressed tenants. And when he'd rattle the dice, let him stop and think of the knuckles of the bailiff and the tax-gatherer, knocking at the cottage- doors of the poor. Good morning, Mr. Steward, good morning.

Douglas Jerrold. The Rent Day (Second Edition, 1832). p.7