He finds fault with Romany, forsooth! why, L---d A'mighty, what's Scotch?
He doesn't like our songs; what are his own?
I understand them as little as he mine; I have heard one or two of them, and pretty rubbish they seemed.

But the best of the joke is the fellow's finding fault with Piramus's fiddle--a chap from the land of bagpipes finding fault with Piramus's fiddle! Why, I'll back that fiddle against all the bagpipes in Scotland, and Piramus against all the bagpipers; for though Piramus weighs but ten stone, he shall flog a Scotchman of twenty." "Scotchmen are never so fat as that," said I, "unless, indeed, they have been a long time pensioners of England.

I say, Jasper, what remarkable names your people have!" "And what pretty names, brother; there's my own, for example, Jasper; then there's Ambrose and Sylvester; then there's Culvato, which signifies Claude; then there's Piramus, that's a nice name, brother." "Then there's your wife's name, Pakomovna; then there's Ursula and Morella." "Then, brother, there's Ercilla." "Ercilla! the name of the great poet of Spain, how wonderful; then Leviathan." "The name of a ship, brother; Leviathan was named after a ship, so don't make a wonder out of her.

But there's Sanpriel and Synfye." "Ay, and Clementina and Lavinia, Camillia and Lydia, Curlanda and Orlanda; wherever did they get those names ?" "Where did my wife get her necklace, brother ?" "She knows best, Jasper.

I hope.