"Good Heavens, Mr.Slick, how can you talk such nonsense, and yet have the modesty to say you have no prejudice ?" "Yes, the Spy System," said he, "and I'll prove it.

You know Dr.
Mc'Dougall to Nova Scotia; well, he knows all about mineralogy, and geology, and astrology, and every thing a'most, except what he ought to know, and that is dollar-ology.

For he ain't over and above half well off, that's a fact.

Well, a critter of the name of Oatmeal, down to Pictou, said to another Scotchman there one day, 'The great nateralist Dr.Mc'Dougall is come to town.' "'Who ?' says Sawney.
"'Dr.Mc'Dougall, the nateralist,' says Oatmeal.
"'Hout, mon,' says Sawney, 'he is nae nateral, that chiel; he kens mair than maist men; he is nae that fool you take him to be.' "Now, I am not such a fool as you take _me_ to be, Squire.

Whenever I did a sum to, school, Minister used to say, 'Prove it, Sam, and if it won't prove, do it over agin, till it will; a sum ain't right when it won't prove.' Now, I say the English have the Spy System, and I'll prove it; nay, more than that, they have the nastiest, dirtiest, meanest, sneakenest system in the world.