There was no possible way of getting out of it,and so,in deep humiliation,I set about preparing to"answer" a mass of baseless charges and mean and wicked falsehoods.But I never finished the task,for the very next morning a paper came out with a new horror,a fresh malignity,and seriously charged me with burning a lunatic asylum with all its inmates,because it obstructed the view from my house.This threw me into a sort of panic.Then came the charge of poisoning my uncle to get his property,with an imperative demand that the grave should be opened.This drove me to the verge of distraction.On top of this I was accused of employing toothless and incompetent old relatives to prepare the food for the foundling's hospital when I warden.I was wavering-wavering.And at last,as a due and fitting climax to the shameless persecution that party rancor had inflicted upon me,nine little toddling children,of all shades of color and degrees of raggedness,were taught to rush onto the platform at a public meeting,and clasp me around the legs and call me PA!