dles the head, and
makes it as mothery as ryled cyder grounds. Nobody looks as sweet as
sugar candy quite, except them two beautiful galls and their honey
lips. But them is only to look at. If you want honey, there is some on
a little cut glass, dug out of a dish. But you can't eat it, for lookin'
at the genu_wine_, at least I can't, and never could. I don't know what
you can do.

"P'raps you'd like to look at the picture, it will sarve to pass away
time. They are family ones. And family picture, sarve as a history. Our
Mexican Indgians did all their history in picture. Let's go round the
room and look. Lawful heart! what a big "Brown ox" that is. Old "Star
and Garters;" father fatted him. He was a prize ox; he eat a thousand
bushel of turnips, a thousand pound of oil cake, a thousand of hay, and
a thousand weight of mangel wurzel, and took a thousand days to fat, and
weighed ever so many thousands too. I don't believe it, but I don't
say so, out of manners, for I'll take my oath he was fatted on porter,
because he looks exactly like the footman on all fours. He is a walking
"_Brown Stout_," that feller.

"There is a hunter, come, I like hosses; but this brute was painted when
at grass, and is too fat to look well, guess he was a goodish hoss in
his day though. He ain't a bad cut that's a fact.

"Hullo! what's this pictur? Why, this is from our side of the water, as
I am a livin' sinner, this is a New-Foundlander, this dog; yes, and he
is of the true genu_wine_ breed too, look at his broad forehead--his
dew-claws--his little ears; (Sir Littleeared must have been named arter
him), his long hair--his beautiful eye. He is a first chop article
that; but, oh Lord, he is too shockin' fat altogether. He is like Mother
Gary's chickens, they are all fat and feathers. A wick run through 'em
makes a candle. This critter is all hair and blubber, if he goes too
near the grate, he'll catch into a blaze and set fire to the house.

"There's our friend the host with cap and gold tassel on, ridin' on
his back, and there's his younger brother, (that died to Cambridge from
settin' up all night for his degree, and suppin' on dry mathematics, and
swallerin' "Newton" whole) younger brother like, walkin' on foot, and
leadin' the dog by the head, while the heir is a scoldin' him for not
goin' faster.

"Then, there is an old aunty that a forten come from. She looks like a
bale o' cotton, fust screwed as tight as possible, and then corded ha