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A SWOI-REE.
Mr.Slick visited me late last night, dressed as if he had been at a party, but very cross, and, as usual when in that frame of mind, he vented his ill-humour on the English.
"Where have you been to-night, Mr.Slick ?" "Jist where the English hosses will be," he replied, "when Old Clay comes here to this country;--no where.

I have been on a stair-case, that's where I have been; and a pretty place to see company in, ain't it?
I have been jammed to death in an entry, and what's wus than all, I have given one gall a black eye with my elbow, tore another one's frock off with my buttons, and near about cut a third one's leg in two with my hat.

Pretty well for one night's work, ain't it?
and for me too, that's so fond of the dear little critturs, I wouldn't hurt a hair of their head, if I could help it, to save my soul alive.

What a spot o' work! "What the plague do people mean here by askin' a mob to their house, and invitin' twice as many as can get into it?
If they think it's complimental, they are infarnally mistaken, that's all: it's an insult and nothin' else, makin' a fool of a body that way.