things rise right up in my mind, not one arter another,
but all together like, so that I can't take 'em one by
one and reason 'em down, but they jist overpower me by
numbers. You understand me, Sam, don't you?"

"Poor old critter!" said Mr. Slick to me in an under-tone,
"it's no wonder he is sad, is it? I must try to cheer
him up, if I can. Understand you, minister!" said he,
"to be sure I do. I have been that way often and often.
That was the case when I was to Lowel factories, with
the galls a taking of them off in the paintin' line. The
dear little critters kept up such an everlastin' almighty
clatter, clatter, clatter; jabber, jabber, jabber, all
talkin' and chatterin' at once, you couldn't hear no
blessed one of them; and they jist fairly stunned a
feller. For nothin' in natur', unless it be perpetual
motion, can equal a woman's tongue. It's most a pity we
hadn't some of the angeliferous little dears with us too,
for they do make the time pass quick, that's a fact. I
want some on 'em to tie a night-cap for me to-night; I
don't commonly wear one, but I somehow kinder guess, I
intend to have one this time, and no mistake."

"A night-cap, Sam!" said he; "why what on airth do you
mean?"

"Why, I'll tell you, minister," said he, "you recollect
sister Sall, don't you."

"Indeed, I do," said he, "and an excellent girl she is,