nine o'clock
The Tory candidates climbed the hustings , and there the Doctor fired off six speeches and Mr. Saule a couple , while the votes came rolling in like pennies at the door of a menagerie . And still no sign of the Whigs , nor sound of any band from the direction of Tregoose . By half-past eight Roger Newte was looking nervous , and began to send off small boys to hurry his friends up . Towards nine o'clock Dr. Macann made another speech , and set the crowd roaring with '' 'T is the voice of the sluggard , '' out of Dr. Watts 's hymn-book . `` But I do n't even hear his voice ! '' said he , very facetious-like : and `` Seriously , gentlemen , my Whig friends might be more careful of your feelings . We know that they consider Ardevora their own : but they might at least avoid insulting the British Liberty they have injured , '' -- telling words , these , I can assure you .