I should have thought he had the polish of Europe, by George I should." "He does his best," says Mr.Franklin, looking innocently at the stout chief, the exemplar of English elegance, who sat swagging from one side to the other of the carriage, his face as scarlet as his coat--swearing at every other word; ignorant on every point off parade, except the merits of a bottle and the looks of a woman; not of high birth, yet absurdly proud of his no-ancestry; brave as a bulldog; savage, lustful, prodigal, generous; gentle in soft moods; easy of love and laughter; dull of wit; utterly unread; believing his country the first in the world, and he as good a gentleman as any in it.

"Yes, he is mighty well for a provincial, upon my word.

He was beat at Fort What-d'ye-call-um last year, down by the Thingamy river.

What's the name on't, Talmadge ?" "The Lord knows, sir," says Talmadge; "and I dare say the Postmaster, too, who is laughing at us both." "Oh, Captain!" "Was caught in a regular trap.

He had only militia and Indians with him.
Good day, Mr.Washington.A pretty nag, sir.