the real thing, no soul could tell the difference
until
he bit one with his
teeth, and that he never thought of doing, until
he was first
bit himself. Well, its
been a standing joke with them southerners agin us
ever since. It was only tother day at Washington,
that everlasting Virginy duellist General Cuffy, afore
a number of senators, at the President’s house,
said to me, ‘Well Everett,’ says he—’you
know I was always dead agin your Tariff bill, but
I have changed my mind since your able speech on it;
I shall vote for it now.’ ‘Give me
your hand,’ says I, ’General Cuffy; the
Boston folks will be dreadful glad when they hear
your splendid talents are on our side—I
think it will go now—we’ll carry
it.’ ‘Yes,’ says he, ’your
factories down east beat all natur; they go ahead
on the English a long chalk.’ You may depend
I was glad to hear the New Englanders spoken of that
way—I felt proud I tell you—’and,’
says he, ’there’s one manufacture that
might stump all Europe to produce the like.’
‘What’s that?’ says I, looking as
pleased all the time as a gall that’s tickled.
‘Why,’ says be, ’the facture of wooden
nutmegs; that’s a cap sheef that bangs the bush—its
a real Yankee patent invention.’ With that
all the gentlemen set up a laugh, you might have heard
away down to Sandy Hook—and the General
gig gobbled like a great turkey cock, the half nigger,
half alligator like looking villain as he is.
I tell you what, Mr. Slick, said the Professor, I
wish with all my heart them are damned nutmegs were
in the bottom of the sea. That was the first
oath I ever heerd him let slip: but he was dreadful
ryled, and it made me feel ugly too, for its awful
to hear a minister swear; and the only match I know
for it, is to hear a regular sneezer of a sinner quote
scripture. Says I, Mt. Everett, that’s
the fruit that politics bear; for my part I never
seed a good graft on it yet, that bore any thing good
to eat, or easy to digest.
Well, he stood awhile looking down on the carpet,
with his hands behind him, quite taken up a cyphering
in his head, and then he straightened himself up,
and he put his hand upon his heart, just as he used
to do in the pulpit, (he looked pretty I tell you)
and slowly lifting his hand off his breast, he said,
’Mr. Slick, our tree of liberty was a beautiful
tree—a splendid tree—it was
a sight to look at; it was well fenced and well protected,
and it grew so stately and so handsome, that strangers
came from all parts of the globe to see it. They
all allowed it was the most splendid thing in the
world. Well, the mobs have broken in and tore
down the fences, and snapped off the branches, and
scattered all the leaves about, and it looks no better
than a gallows tree.’ ‘I am afeared,’
said he, ’I tremble to think on it, but I am
afeared our ways will no longer be ways of pleasantness,
nor our paths, paths of peace; I am, indeed, I vow,
Mr. Slick.’ He looked so streaked and so