Here a man mendin' a harness, there a woman pickin' a stolen fowl, there a man skinnin' a rabbit, there a woman with her petticoat up, a puttin' of a patch in it.

Here two boys a fishin', and there a little gall a playin' with a dog, that's a racin' and a yelpin', and a barkin' like mad.' "'Well, when he's done,' sais you, 'which pictur do you reckon is the best now, Squire Copely?
speak candid for I want to know, and I ask you now as a countryman.' "'Well' he'll jist up and tell you, 'Mr.Poker,' sais he, 'your fashionable party is the devil, that's a fact.

Man made the town, but God made the country.

Your company is as formal, and as stiff, and as oninterestin' as a row of poplars; but your gipsy scene is beautiful, because it's nateral.

It was me painted old Chatham's death in the House of Lords; folks praised it a good deal; but it was no great shakes, _there was no natur' in it_.