Nothing on earth could persuade me to take another holiday.
Oh! why didn't you tell me you didn't know anything about agriculture ?" "Tell you, you corn-stalk, you cabbage, you son of a cauliflower?
It's the first time I ever heard such an unfeeling remark.

I tell you I have been in the editorial business going on fourteen years, and it is the first time I ever heard of a man's having to know anything in order to edit a newspaper.

You turnip! Who write the dramatic critiques for the second-rate papers?
Why, a parcel of promoted shoemakers and apprentice apothecaries, who know just as much about good acting as I do about good farming and no more.

Who review the books?
People who never wrote one.
Who do up the heavy leaders on finance?
Parties who have had the largest opportunities for knowing nothing about it.

Who criticize the Indian campaigns?
Gentlemen who do not know a war-whoop from a wigwam, and who never have had to run a foot-race with a tomahawk, or pluck arrows out of the several members of their families to build the evening camp-fire with.