Like the house in Cromwell's time, they want "Sam Slick's" purge.

But talkin' of mobs, puts me in mind of a Swoi-ree, I told you I'd describe that to you, and I don't care if I do now, for I've jist got my talkin' tacks aboard.

A Swoi-ree is-- "We'll talk of that some other time, Mr.Slick," said I; "it is now near two o'clock, I must retire." "Well, well," said he, "I suppose it is e'en a'most time to be a movin'.
But, Squire, you are a Britisher, why the plague don't you get into the house?
you know more about colony matters than the whole bilin' of" them put together, quite as much about other things, and speak like a--" "Come, come, Mr.Slick," said I, rising and lighting my bed-room candle, "it is now high time to bid you good night, for you are beginning to talk _Bunkum_.".