"I wish to goodness you'd go to a Swoi-ree oncet, Squire,
jist oncet--a grand let off, one that's upper crust and
rael jam. It's worth seein' oncet jist as a show, I tell
_you_, for you have no more notion of it than a child.
All Halifax, if it was swept up clean and shook out into
a room, wouldn't make one swoi-ree. I have been to three
to night, and all on 'em was mobs--regular mobs. The
English are horrid fond of mobs, and I wonder at it too;
for of all the cowardly, miserable, scarry mobs, that
ever was seen in this blessed world, the English is the
wust. Two dragoons will clear a whole street as quick
as wink, any time. The instant they see 'em, they jist
run like a flock of sheep afore a couple of bull dogs,
and slope off properly skeered. Lawful heart, I wish
they'd send for a dragoon, all booted, and spurred, and
mounted, and let him gallop into a swoi-ree, and charge
the mob there. He'd clear 'em out _I_ know, double quick:
he'd chase one quarter of 'em down stairs head over heels,
and another quarter would jump out o' the winders, and
break their confounded necks to save their lives, and
then the half that's left, would he jist about half too
many for comfort.

"My first party to-night wus a conversation one; that is
for them that _could_ talk; as for me I couldn't talk a
bit, and all I could think was, 'how infarnal hot it is!
I wish I could get in!' or, 'oh dear, if I could only
get out!' It was a scientific party, a mob o' men. Well,
every body expected somebody would be squashed to death,