Guy tries 40 winks but long before he has reached the 20th his soul is disturbed by some dreadful gnawings and he cannot sleep.  The rats (they abounded even then in Parliament) attracted by the tempting label on the cask had come out for their daily bread.  They had already devoured the sole off one of Guy's boots and were beginning to pick the other.	When Guy not liking the very familiar footing upon which these "representatives of the people" were carrying on their freebooty rushed from the arms of Morpheus to his own and relieved his bursting soul by the most rapid act of Habeas Corpus ever known in the Bills of Legislation.