"Her lips apart
Like monument of Grecian art"

meant that she stared with her eyes and mouth wide open,
like other county galls that never see'd nothing before--a
regilar screetch owl in petticoats. And I suspicion, that
Mr. Rob Roy was a sort of thievin' devil of a white
Mohawk, that found it easier to steal cattle, than raise
them himself; and that Loch Katrin, that they make such
a touss about, is jist about equal to a good sizeable
duck-pond in our country; at least, that's my idea. For
I tell you it does not do to follow arter a poet, and
take all he says for gospel.

"Yes, let's go and see Sawney in his "Ould _Reeky_."
Airth and seas! if I have any nose at all, there never
was a place so well named as that. Phew! let me light a
cigar to get rid of the fogo of it.

"Then let's cross over and see "Pat at Home;" let's look
into matters and things there, and see what "Big Dan" is
about, with his "association" and "agitation" and "repail"
and "tee-totals." Let's see whether it's John Bull or
Patlander that's to blame, or both on 'em; six of one
and half-a-dozen of tother. By Gosh! Minister would talk,
more sense in one day to Ireland, than has been talked
there since the rebellion; for common sense is a word
that don't grow like Jacob's ladder, in them diggins, I
guess. It's about, as stunted as Gineral Nichodemus Ott's
corn was.