 and forget uth. But if, when you're grown up and
married and well off, you come upon any horthe-riding ever, don't be hard upon
it, don't be croth with it, give it a Bethpeak if you can, and think you might
do wurth. People mutht be amuthed, Thquire, thomehow,« continued Sleary,
rendered more pursy than ever, by so much talking; »they can't be alwayth a
working, nor yet they can't be alwayth a learning. Make the betht of uth; not
the wurtht. I've got my living out of the horthe-riding all my life, I know; but
I conthider that I lay down the philothophy of the thubject when I thay to you,
Thquire, make the betht of uth: not the wurtht!«
    The Sleary philosophy was propounded as they went downstairs; and the fixed
eye of Philosophy - and its rolling eye, too - soon lost the three figures and
the basket in the darkness of the street.
 

                                  Chapter VII

                                  Mrs. Sparsit

Mr. Bounderby being a bachelor, an elderly lady presided over his establishment,
in consideration of a certain annual stipend. Mrs. Sparsit was this lady's name;
and she was a prominent figure in attendance on Mr. Bounderby's car, as it
rolled along in triumph with the Bully of humility inside.
    For, Mrs. Sparsit had not only seen different days, but was highly
connected. She had a great aunt living in these very times called Lady Scadgers.
Mr. Sparsit, deceased, of whom she was the relict, had been by the mother's side
what Mrs. Sparsit still called a Powler. Strangers of limited information and
dull apprehension were sometimes observed not to know what a Powler was, and
even to appear uncertain whether it might be a business, or a political party,
or a profession of faith. The better class of minds, however, did not need to be
informed that the Powlers were an ancient stock, who could trace themselves so
exceedingly far back that it was not surprising if they sometimes lost
themselves - which they had rather frequently done, as respected horseflesh,
blind-hookey, Hebrew monetary transactions, and the Insolvent Debtors' Court.
    The late Mr. Sparsit, being by the mother's side a Powler, married this
lady, being by the father's side a Scadgers. Lady Scadgers (an immensely fat old
woman, with an inordinate appetite for butcher's meat, and a mysterious leg
which had now refused to get out of
