Now this Province is like that are Grahamite lawyer’s beef, its too good for the folks that’s in it; they either don’t avail its value or wont use it, because work ant arter their “law of natur.”  As you say they are quiet enough (there’s worse folks than the Blue Noses, too, if you come to that,) and so they had ought to be quiet for they have nothin to fight about.  As for politics, they have nothin to desarve the name, but they talk enough about it, and a plaguy sight of nonsense they do talk too.  Now with us the country is divided into two parties, of the mammouth breed, the ins and the outs, the administration and the opposition.  But where’s the administration here?  Where’s the war office, the Foreign Office and the Home Office? where’s the Secretary of the Navy? where the State Bank? where’s the Ambassadors and Diplomatists (them are the boys to wind off a snarl of ravellins as slick as if it were on a reel) and where’s that Ship of State, fitted up all the way from the forecastle clean up to the starn post, chock full of good snug berths, handsumly found and furnished, tier over tier, one above another, as thick as it can hold?  That’s a helm worth handlen, I tell you; I don’t wonder that folks mutiny below and fight on the decks above for it —­it makes a plaguy uproar the whole time, and keeps the passengers for everlastinly in a state of alarm for fear they’d do mischif by bustin the byler, a runnin aground, or gettin foul of some other craft.  This Province is better as it is, quieter and happier far; they have berths enough and big enough, they should be careful not to increase ’em; and if they were to do it over agin, perhaps they’d be as well with fewer.  They have two parties here, the Tory party and the Opposition party, and both on em run to extremes.  Them radicals, says one, are for levelin all down to their own level, tho’ not a peg lower; that’s their gage, jist down to their own notch and no further; and they’d agitate the whole country to obtain that object, for if a man can’t grow to be as tall as his neighbor, if he cuts a few inches off him why then they are both of one heighth.  They are a most dangerous, disaffected people—­they are eternally appealin to the worst passions of the mob.  Well, says tother, them aristocrats, they’ll ruinate the country, they spend the whole revenu on themselves.  What with Bankers, Councillors, Judges, Bishops and Public Officers, and a whole tribe of Lawyers as hungry as hawks, and jist about as marciful, the country is devoured as if there was a flock of locusts a feedin on it.  There’s nothin left for roads and bridges.  When a chap sets out to canvass, he’s got to antagonise one side or tother.  If he hangs on to the powers that be, then he’s a Council man, he’s for votin large salaries, for doin as the great people at Halifax tell him.  He is A fool.  If he is on tother side, a railin at Banks, Judges, Lawyers and such cattle, and baulin for what he knows he can’t