is properly sarved, he got the most inferior article I had, and I jist doubled the price on him.  Its a pity he should be a tellin of lies of the Yankees all the time, this will help him now to a little grain of truth.  Then mimicking his voice and manner, he repeated Allen’s words with a strong nasal twang, “Most time for you to give over the clock trade, I guess, for by all accounts they aint worth havin, and most infarnel dear too, folks begin to get their eyes open.”  Better for you, if you’d a had yourn open, I reckon, a joke is a joke, but I concait you’ll find that no joke.  The next time you tell stories about Yankee pedlars, put the wooden clock in with the wooden punkin seeds, and Hickory hams, will you?  The Blue Noses, Squire, are all like Zeb Allen, they think they know every thing, but they get gulled from years’ eend to years’ eend.  They expect too much from others, and do too little for themselves.  They actilly expect the sun to shine, and the rain to fall, through their little House of Assembly.  What have you done for us? they keep axin their members.  Who did you spunk up to last Session? jist as if all legislation consisted in attackin some half dozen puss proud folks at Halifax, who are jist as big noodles as they be themselves.  You hear nothin but politicks, politicks, politicks, one everlastin sound of give, give, give.  If I was Governor I’d give ’em the butt eend of my mind on the subject, I’d crack their pates till I let some light in ’em, if it was me, I know.  I’d say to the members, don’t come down here to Halifax with your long lockrums about politicks, makin, a great touss about nothin; but open the country, foster agricultur, encourage trade, incorporate companies, make bridges, facilitate conveyance, and above all things make a Railroad from Windsor to Halifax; and mind what I tell you now, write it down for fear you should forget it, for it’s a fact; and if you don’t believe me, I’ll lick you till you do, for there aint a word of a lie in it, by Gum:  “One such work as the Windsor bridge is worth all your laws, votes, speeches and resolutions, for the last ten years, if tied up and put into A meal bag together.  If it tante I hope I may be shot.”

No.  XXXII

Too many Irons in the Fire.

We had a pleasant sail of three hours from Parrsboro to Windsor.  The arrivals and departures by water, are regulated at this place by the tide, and it was sunset before we reached Mrs. Wilcox’s comfortable inn.  Here, as at other places, Mr. Slick seemed to be perfectly at home; and he pointed to a wooden clock, as a proof of his successful and extended trade, and of the universal influence of “soft sawder,”