no such thing as natur' here. Every thing is artificial;
every thing of its kind alike; and every thing oninterestin'
and tiresome.

"Well, if London is dull, in the way of West Eend people,
the country, I guess, is a little mucher. Life in the
country is different, of course, from life in town; but
still life itself is alike there, exceptin' again _class
difference_. That is, nobility is all alike, as far as
their order goes; and country gents is alike, as far as
their class goes; and the last especially, when they
hante travelled none, everlastin' flat, in their own way.
Take a lord, now, and visit him to his country seat, and
I'll tell you what you will find--a sort of Washington
State house place. It is either a rail old castle of the
genuine kind, or a gingerbread crinkum crankum imitation
of a thing that only existed in fancy, but never was seen
afore--a thing that's made modern for use, and in ancient
stile for shew; or else it's a great cold, formal, slice
of a London terrace, stack on a hill in a wood.

"Well, there is lawn, park, artificial pond called a
lake, deer that's fashionablized and civilized, and as
little natur in 'em as the humans have. Kennel and hounds
for parsicutin' foxes--presarves (not what we call
presarves, quinces and apple sarce, and green gages done
in sugar, but preserves for breedin' tame partridges and
peasants to shoot at), H'aviaries, Hive-eries, H'yew-veris,
Hot Houses, and so on; for they put an H before every
word do these critters, and then tell us Yankees we don't