It appears to me sometimes that there are two Lord Tredegars.... Most
of you have been children at some time or other, and so most of you, I
am happy to think, are acquainted with nursery rhymes. There is one
which, probably, a great many of you have heard of. It is about an old
lady with a basket who was going to market. She laid down on a bank
and went to sleep, and a pedlar passing by, for some reason or other,
cut her petticoats considerably above her knees. When she awoke the
first thing she said was, "Surely, this is not I." And sometimes, when
he awoke in the morning, and saw what was said about Lord Tredegar, he
was inclined to make the same remark, "Surely, this is not I." When I
read of a Lord Tredegar who is trying to reap what he has not sown,
who binds his tenants down to covenants which do not exist, and who
exacts the uttermost farthing from his miserable tenants, I think
sometimes there must be two Lord Tredegars.
_Tredegar Show,
November 24th, 1888._
[Illustration: "_Surely, this is not I!_"]