The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Complete by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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I'd rather die than do that, it makes my back ache so_."
"'Good airth" and seas,' sais I to myself, 'what a parfect pictur of a lazy man that is! How far is it to Windsor?' "'Three miles,' sais he. I took out my pocket-book purtendin' to write down the distance, but I booked his sayin' in my way-bill. "Yes, _that_ is a _Blue-nose_; is it any wonder, Stranger, he _is small potatoes and few in a hill_?" CHAPTER VII. A GENTLEMAN AT LARGE. It is not my intention to record any of the ordinary incidents of a sea voyage: the subject is too hackneyed and too trite; and besides, when the topic is seasickness, it is infectious and the description nauseates. _Hominem pagina nostra sapit_. The proper study of mankind is man; human nature is what I delight in contemplating; I love to trace out and delineate the springs of human action. Mr. Slick and Mr. Hopewell are both studies. The former is a perfect master of certain chords; He has practised upon them, not for philosophical, but for mercenary |
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