get, then he is A rogue.  So that, if you were to listen to the weak and noisy critters on both sides, you’d believe the House of Assembly was one half rogues and tother half fools.  All this arises from ignorance.  If they knew more of each other, I guess they’d lay aside one half their fears and all their abuse.  The upper classes don’t know one half the virtue that’s in the middlin and lower classes; and they don’t know one half the integrity and good feelin that’s in the others, and both are fooled and gulled by their own noisy and DESIGNIN champions.  Take any two men that are by the ears, they opinionate all they hear of each other, impute all sorts of onworthy motives, and misconstrue every act; let them see more of each other, and they’ll find out to their surprise, that they have not only been lookin thro’ a magnifyin glass, that warnt very true, but a coloured one also, that changed the complexion and distorted the feature, and each one will think tother a very good kind of chap; and like as not a plaguy pleasant one too.

If I was asked which side was farthest from the mark in this Province, I vow I should be puzzled to say.  As I don’t belong to the country, and don’t care a snap of my finger for either of ’em, I suppose I can judge better than any man in it, but I snore I dont think there’s much difference.  The popular side (I wont say patriotic, for we find in our steam boats a man who has a plaguy sight of property in his portmanter, is quite as anxious for its safety, as him that’s only one pair of yarn stockings and a clean shirt, is for hisn) the popular side are not so well informed as tother, and they have the misfortin of havin their passions addressed more than their reason, therefore they are often out of the way, or rather led out of it and put astray by bad guides; well, tother side have the prejudices of birth and education to dim their vision, and are alarmed to undertake a thing from the dread of ambush or open foes, that their guides are etarnally descryin in the mist—­and beside, power has A nateral tendency to corpulency.  As for them guides, I’d make short work of ’em if it was me.  In the last war with Britain, the Constitution frigate was close in once on the shores of Ireland, a lookin arter some marchant ships, and she took on board a pilot; well, he was a deep, sly, twistical lookin chap, as you een amost ever seed.  He had a sort of dark down look about him, and a lear