He said:
“She makes too much steam—you want to hang the monkey-wrench on the safety-valve!”
I brained him on the spot，and had him buried at my own expense.
My uncle William (now deceased，alas!)used to say that a good horse was a good horse until it had run away once，and that a good watch was a good watch until the repairers got a chance at it.And he used to wonder what became of all the unsuccessful tinkers，and gunsmiths，and shoemakers，and engineers，and blacksmiths；but nobody could ever tell him.
1870
