A gall once came to our minister to hire as a house help; says she, minister, I suppose you don’t want a young lady to do chamber business and breed worms do you?  For I’ve half a mind to take a spell of livin out (she meant, said the Clockmaker, house work and rearing silk worms.) My pretty maiden, says he, a pattin her on the cheek, (for I’ve often observed old men always talk kinder pleasant to young women,) my pretty maiden where was you brought up? why, says she I guess I warnt brought up at all, I growed up; under what platform, says he, (for he was very particular that all his house helps should go to his meetin,) under what Church platform?  Church platform, says she, with a toss of her bead, like a young colt that’s got a check of the curb, I guess I warnt raised under a platform at all, but in as good a house as yourn, grand as you be—­you said well said the old minister, quite shocked, when you said you growed up, dear, for you have grown up in great ignorance.  Then I guess you had better get a lady that knows more than me, says she, that’s flat.  I reckon I am every bit and grain as good as you be—­If I don’t understand a bum-byx (silk worm) both feedin, breedin, and rearin, then I want to know who does, that’s all; church platform indeed, says she, I guess you were raised under a glass frame in March, and transplanted on Independence day, warnt you?  And off she sot, lookin as scorney as a London lady, and leavin the poor minister standin starin like a stuck pig.  Well, well, says he, a liftin up both hands, and turnin up the whites of his eyes like a duck in thunder, if that don’t bang the bush!!  It fearly beats sheap shearin arter the blackberry bushes have got the wool.  It does, I vow; them are the tares them Unitarians sow in our grain fields at night; I guess they’ll ruinate the crops yet, and make the grounds so everlastin foul; we’ll have to pare the sod and burn it, to kill the roots.  Our fathers sowed the right seed here in the wilderness, and watered it with their tears, and watched over it with fastin and prayer, and now its fairly run out, that’s a fact, I snore.  Its got choaked up with all sorts of trash in, natur, I declare.  Dear, dear, I vow I never seed the beat o’ that in all my born days.

Now the Blue Noses are like that are gall; they have grown up, and grown up in ignorance of many things they had’nt ought not to know; and its as hard to teach grown up folks as it is to break a six year old horse; and they do ryle one’s temper so—­they act so ugly that it tempts one sometimes to break their confounded necks—­its near about as much trouble as its worth.  What remedy is there for all this supineness, said I; how can these people be awakened out of their ignorant slothfulness, into active exertion?  The remedy, said Mr, Slick, is at hand—­it is already workin its own cure.  They must recede before our free and enlightened citizens like the Indians; our folks will buy them out, and they must give place to a more intelligent