Washington Irving's book is like a Dutch paintin', it is good, because it is faithful; the mop has the right number of yarns, and each yarn has the right number of twists, (altho' he mistook the mop of the grandfather, for the mop of the man of the present day) and the pewter plates are on the kitchen dresser, and the other little notions are all there.

He has done the most that could be done for them, but the painter desarves more praise than the subject.
"Why is it every man's sketches of America takes?
Do you suppose it is the sketches?
No.

Do you reckon it is the interest we create?
No.

Is it our grand experiments?
No.

They don't care a brass button for us, or our country, or experiments nother.