"'Try it,' sais the Gineral, as he led him into the field,
where the corn was only a foot high, the land was so
monstrous, mean and so beggarly poor.

"'Reach it,' sais the Gineral.

"'What a damned Yankee trick,' sais the Southener. 'What
a take in this is, ain't it?' and he leapt, and hopt,
and jumped like a snappin' turtle, he was so mad. Yes,
common sense to Ireland, is like Indgian corn to Bangor,
it ain't overly tall growin', that's a fact. We must see
both these countries together. It is like the nigger's
pig to the West Indies "little and dam old."

"Oh, come back soon, Squire, I have a thousand things,
I want to tell you, and I shall forget one half o' them,
if you don't; and besides," said he in an onder tone,
"_he_" (nodding his head towards Mr. Hopewell,) "will
miss you shockingly. He frets horridly about his flock.
He says, ''Mancipation and Temperance have superceded
the Scriptures in the States. That formerly they preached
religion there, but now they only preach about niggers
and rum.' Good bye, Squire."

"You do right, Squire," said Mr. Hopewell, "to go. That
which has to be done, should be done soon, for we have
not always the command of our time. See your friend, for
the claims of friendship are sacred; and see your family
tomb-stones also, for the sight of them, will awaken a
train of reflections in a mind like yours, at once