If I was
an angelyferous queen, like her, I wouldn't go nowhere till I had a
tory minister, and then a feller that had a "trigger-eye" would stand
a chance to get a white hemp-neckcloth. I don't wonder Hume don't like
young England; for when that boy grows up, he'll teach some folks that
they had better let some folks alone, or some folks had better take care
of some folks' ampersands that's all.

"The time I speak of, people went in their carriages, and not by
railroad. Now, pr'aps you don't know, in fact you can't know, for you
can't cypher, colonists ain't no good at figurs, but if you did know,
the way to judge of a nation is by its private carriages. From Hyde Park
corner to Ascot Heath, is twenty odd miles. Well, there was one whole
endurin' stream of carriages all the way, sometimes havin' one or two
eddies, and where the toll-gates stood, havin' still water for ever so
far. Well, it flowed and flowed on for hours and hours without stoppin',
like a river; and when you got up to the race-ground, there was the
matter of two or three tiers of carriages, with the hosses off, packed
as close as pins in a paper.

"It costs near hand to twelve hundred dollars a-year to keep up a
carriage here. Now for goodness' sake jist multiply that everlastin'
string of carriages by three hundred pounds each, and see what's spent
in that way every year, and then multiply that by ten hundred thousand
more that's in other places to England you don't see, and then tell me
if rich people here ain't as thick as huckleberries."

"Well, when you've done, go to France, to Belgium, and to Prussia, three
sizeable places for Europe, and rake and scrape every private carriage
they've got, and they ain't no touch to what Ascot can show. Well, when
you've done your cypherin', come right back to London, as hard as you
can clip from the race-course, and you won't miss any of 'em; the town
is as full as ever, to your eyes. A knowin' old coon, bred and born to
London, might, but you couldn't.

"Arter that's over, go and pitch the whole bilin' of 'em into the
Thames, hosses, carriages, people, and all; and next day, if it warn't
for the black weepers and long faces of them that's lost money by it,
and the black crape and happy faces of them that's got money, or
titles, or what not by it, you wouldn't know nothin' about it. Carriages
wouldn't rise ten cents in the pound in the market. A stranger, like
you, if you warn't told, wouldn't know nothin'