One day, upon removing some books at the chambers of Sir William Jones,
a large spider dropped upon the floor, upon which Sir William, with some
warmth, said, "Kill that spider, Day, kill that spider!" "No," said Mr.
Day, with that coolness for which he was so conspicuous, "I will not
kill that spider, Jones; I do not know that I have a right to kill that
spider! Suppose when you are going in your coach to Westminster Hall, a
superior being, who, perhaps may have as much power over you as you have
over this insect, should say to his companion, 'Kill that lawyer! kill
that lawyer!' how should you like that, Jones? and I am sure, to most
people, a lawyer is a more noxious animal than a spider."
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