Well, I call all upstarts 'hops,' and I believe it's only "hops" arter all that's scorny.
"Yes, I kinder like an English country church, only it's a leetle, jist a leetle too old fashioned for me.

Folks look a leetle too much like grandfather Slick, and the boys used to laugh at him, and call him a benighted Britisher.

Perhaps that's the cause of my prejudice, and yet I must say, British or no British, it tante bad, is it?
"The meetin' houses 'our side of the water,' no matter where, but away up in the back country, how teetotally different they be! bean't they?
A great big, handsome wooden house, chock full of winders, painted so white as to put your eyes out, and so full of light within, that inside seems all out-doors, and no tree nor bush, nor nothin' near it but the road fence, with a man to preach in it, that is so strict and straight-laced he will do _any thing_ of a week day, and _nothin'_ of a Sunday.

Congregations are rigged out in their spic and span bran new clothes, silks, satins, ribbins, leghorns, palmetters, kiss-me-quicks, and all sorts of rigs, and the men in their long-tail-blues, pig-skin pads calf-skin boots and sheep-skin saddle-cloths.

Here they publish a book of fashions, there they publish 'em in meetin'; and instead of a pictur, have the rael naked truth.
"Preacher there don't preach morals, because that's churchy, and he don't like neither the church nor its morals; but he preaches doctrine, which doctrine is, there's no Christians but themselves.