I expect your little place of an island don't grow such dreadful fine corn as you sees here ?" [Corn always means Indian corn, or maize.] "It grows no corn at all, sir.'" "Possible! no wonder, then, that we reads such awful stories in the papers of your poor people being starved to death." "We have wheat, however." "Ay, for your rich folks, but I calculate the poor seldom gets a belly full." "You have certainly much greater abundance here." "I expect so.

Why they do say, that if a poor body contrives to be smart enough to scrape together a few dollars, that your King George always comes down upon 'em, and takes it all away.
Don't he ?" "I do not remember hearing of such a transaction." "I guess they be pretty close about it.

Your papers ben't like ourn, I reckon?
Now we says and prints just what we likes." "You spend a good deal of time in reading the newspapers." "And I'd like you to tell me how we can spend it better.

How should freemen spend their time, but looking after their government, and watching that them fellers as we gives offices to, doos their duty, and gives themselves no airs ?" "But I sometimes think, sir, that your fences might be in more thorough repair, and your roads in better order, if less time was spent in politics." "The Lord! to see how little you knows of a free country?
Why, what's the smoothness of a road, put against the freedom of a free-born American?
And what does a broken zig-zag signify, comparable to knowing that the men what we have been pleased to send up to Congress, speaks handsome and straight, as we chooses they should ?" "It is from a sense of duty, then, that you all go to the liquor store to read the papers ?" "To be sure it is, and he'd be no true born American as didn't.
I don't say that the father of a family should always be after liquor, but I do say that I'd rather have my son drunk three times in a week, than not look after the affairs of his country." Our autumn walks were delightful; the sun ceased to scorch; the want of flowers was no longer peculiar to Ohio; and the trees took a colouring, which in richness, brilliance, and variety, exceeded all description.

I think it is the maple, or sugar- tree, that first sprinkles the forest with rich crimson; the beech follows, with all its harmony of golden tints, from pale yellow up to brightest orange.