thrugh the august glooms."

"Don't see it," sez I. "Them shadders want glazin--and the
middletints is no whur. Guess if Hiram Applesquash (our 'domestic
decorator' to hum) had pertrayed them guards, he would hev slicked
off their Uniforms as bright as a New England tulip."

The creteck regarded me With Contemptoous indignashun.

"Hullo!" sed I next, "whose been and stolen a signboard, and stuck
it up in this refined society?"

"To what do you defer?" sez he, still very fridgid.

"To that corpulent figgur," sez I, "in military fixins."

"That, sair," sez he, with severity, "is a portrait of his Majusty
the King of Denmark, lately disEased."

"A portraickt of his cloze, you mean," sez I. "Is that sprorling
pictur a work of art? (N.B.--This I sed sarcasticul.) Hiram A.
touched off a new Sign for the Tavern at Baldinsville jest before
I saled, and his 'President's Head' would bete this by a long chalk
any day." With that I scowled at the Creteck, and left him looking
considerable smawl pertaters.

Arter this we went down into the Cole-hole, wich they had cleaned
out for the night and white-washed. Here I own was buties of natur.
I always had a liken for water-colar paintin, and sometimes take a
sketcht in that way myself. Me and Squire tried to get a good look,