the wust of it is, when galls come on the carpet, I could
talk all day; for the dear little critters, I _do_ love
'em, that's a fact. Lick! it sets me crazy a'most. Well,
where was we? for petticoats always puts every thing out
o' my head. Whereabouts was we?"

"You were saying that there were more things to be seen
in London than in the country."

"Exactly; now I have it. I've got the thread agin. So
there is.

"There's England's Queen, and England's Prince, and
Hanover's King, and the old Swordbelt that whopped Bony;
and he is better worth seem' than any man now livin' on
the face of the univarsal airth, let t'other one be where
he will, that's a fact. He is a great man, all through
the piece, and no mistake. If there was--what do you
call that word, when one man's breath pops into 'nother
man's body, changin' lodgins, like?"

"Do you mean transmigration?"

"Yes; if there was such a thing as that, I should say it
was old Liveoak himself, Mr. Washington, that was
transmigrated into him, and that's no mean thing to say
of him, I tell you.

"Well now, there's none o' these things to the country;
and it's so everlastin' stupid, it's only a Britisher