dooden dey,
With my zippy dooden, dooden dooden, dooden dooden dey.

"It might do for a nigger, suckin' sugar candy and drinkin' mint-julep;
but it won't do for a free and enlightened citizen like me. A country
house--oh goody gracious! the Lord presarve me from it, I say. If ever
any soul ever catches me there agin, I'll give 'em leave to tell me of
it, that's all. Oh go, Squire, by all means; you will find it monstrous
pleasant, I know you will. Go and spend a week there; it will make you
feel up in the stirrups, I know. Pr'aps nothin' can exceed it. It takes
the rag off the bush quite. It caps all, that's a fact, does 'Life in
the Country.'"

CHAPTER VIII. BUNKUM.

I am not surprised at the views expressed by Mr. Slick in the previous
chapter. He has led too active a life, and his habits and thoughts are
too business-like to admit of his enjoying retirement, or accommodating
himself to the formal restraints of polished society. And yet, after
making this allowance for his erratic life, it is but fair to add that
his descriptions were always exaggerated; and, wearied as he no doubt
was by the uniformity of country life, yet in describing it, he has
evidently seized on the most striking features, and made them more
prominent than they really appeared, even to his fatigued and prejudiced
vision.

In other respects, they are just the sentiments we may suppose would
be naturally entertained by a man like the Attache, under such
circumstances. On the evening after that on which he had described "Life
in the Country" to me, he called with two "orders" for admission to the
House of Commons, and took me down with him to hear the debates.

"It's a great sight," said he. "We shall see all their uppercrust
men put their best foot out. There's a great musterin' of the tribes,
to-night, and the Sachems will come out with a great talk. There'll be
some sport, I guess; some hard hittin', scalpin', and tomahawkin'. To
see a Britisher scalp a Britisher is equal to a bullfight, anytime. You
don't keer whether the bull, or the horse, or the rider is killed, none
of 'em is nothin' to you; so you can enjoy it, and hurror for him that
wins. I don't keer who carries the day, the valy of a treat of julep,
but I want to see the sport. It's excitin', them things. Come, let's
go."

We were shown into a small gallery, at one end of the legislative
wall (the two side ones being appropriated to members), and with some
difficulty f