In some things you would think them but a few hours old.

Look there! that chap strutting round the corner.

He wears a beaver hat and swallow-tailed coat, girdled with a sailor-belt and sheath-knife.

Here comes another with a sou'-wester and a bombazine cloak.
No town-bred dandy will compare with a country-bred one--I mean a downright bumpkin dandy--a fellow that, in the dog-days, will mow his two acres in buckskin gloves for fear of tanning his hands.

Now when a country dandy like this takes it into his head to make a distinguished reputation, and joins the great whale-fishery, you should see the comical things he does upon reaching the seaport.