don't keer who carries the day, the valy of a treat of
julep, but I want to see the sport. It's excitin', them
things. Come, let's go."

We were shown into a small gallery, at one end of the
legislative wall (the two side ones being appropriated
to members), and with some difficulty found sitting room
in a place that commanded a view of the whole house. We
were unfortunate. All the great speakers, Lord Stanley,
Sir Robert Peel, Sir James Graham, Shiel, and Lord John
Russell, had either already addressed the Chair, and were
thereby precluded by the rules of the House from coming
forward again, or did not choose to answer second-rate
men. Those whom we did hear, made a most wretched
exhibition. About one o'clock, the adjournment took place,
and we returned, fatigued and disappointed.

"Did you ever see the beat of that, Squire?" said Mr.
Slick. "Don't that take the rag off quite? Cuss them
fellers that spoke, they are wuss than assembly men, hang
me if they aint; and _they_ aint fit to tend a bear trap,
for they'd be sure to catch themselves, if they did, in
their own pit-fall.

"Did you hear that Irishman a latherin' away with both
arms, as if he was tryin' to thrash out wheat, and see
how bothered he looked, as if he couldn't find nothin'
but dust and chaff in the straw? Well, that critter was
agin the Bill, in course, and Irish like, used every
argument in favour of it. Like a pig swimmin' agin stream,