without heeding the sneers of his nephew, upon the apparent happiness
which they witnessed.

"Here, you see, Warham, is a pleasure which the great city never
knows:--the free intercourse of the sexes in all those natural
exercises which give health to the body, grace to the movement,
and vivacity to the manners."

"The health will do well enough," replied the skeptic, "but save
me from the grace of Hob and Hinney; and as for their manners--did
I hear you correctly, uncle, when you spoke of their manners?"

"Surely, you did. I have always regarded the natural manners which
belong to the life of the forester, as being infinitely more noble,
as well as more graceful, than those of the citizen. Where did you
ever see a tradesman whose bearing was not mean compared with that
of the hunter?"

"Ay, but these are no hunters, and scarcely foresters. I see not a
single Nimrod among the lads; and as for the lasses, even your eyes,
indulgent as they usually are, will scarcely venture to insist that
I shall behold one nymph among them worthy to tie the shoe-latchets
of Diana. The manners of the hunter are those of an elastic savage;
but these lads shear sheep, raise hogs for the slaughter-pen, and
seldom perform a nobler feat than felling a bullock. They have none
of the elasticity which, coupled with strength, makes the grace of
the man; and they walk as if perpetually in the faith that their
corn-rows and potatoe-hills were between their legs."

"Did you note the young woman in the crimson body Warham? Was she