of my whip—­she touched it off in great style, that’s a fact.  I shall mind that go one while, I promise you.  It was actilly equal to a play at old Bowry.  You may depend, Squire, the only way to tame a shrew, is by the cowskin.  Grandfather Slick was raised all along the coast of Kent in Old England, and he used to say there was an old saying there, which, I expect, is not far off the mark: 

   A woman, a dog, and a walnut tree,
   The more you lick ’em, the better they be.

No.  XXVI

The Minister’s Horn Mug.

This Country, said Mr. Slick, abounds in superior mill privileges, and one would naterally calculate that such a sight of water power, would have led to a knowledge of machinery.  I guess if a Blue Nose was to go to one of our free and enlightened citizens, and tell him Nova Scotia was intersected with rivers and brooks in all directions, and nearly one quarter of it covered with water, he’d say, well I’ll start right off and see it, I vow, for I guess I’ll larn somethin.  I allot I’ll get another wrinkle away down east there.  With such splendid chances for experimentin, what first-chop mills they must have, to a sartainty.  I’ll see such new combinations, and such new applications of the force of water to motion, that I’ll make my fortin, for we can improve on any thing amost.  Well, he’d find his mistake out I guess, as I did once, when I took passage in the night at New York for Providence, and found myself the next mornin clean out to sea, steerin away for Cape Hatteras, in the Charleston steamer.  He’d find he’d gone to the wrong place, I reckon; there aint a mill of any kind in the Province fit to be seen.  If we had ’em, we’d sarve ’em as we do the gamblin houses down south, pull ’em right down, there would’nt be one on ’em left in eight and forty hours.

Some domestic factories they ought to have here; its an essential part of the social system.  Now we’ve run to the other extreme, its got to be too big an interest with us, and aint suited to the political institutions of our great country.  Natur designed us for an agricultural people, and our government was predicated on the supposition that we would be so.  Mr. Hopewell was of the same opinion.  He was a great hand at gardenin, orchadin, farming, and what not.  One evenin I was up to his house, and says he, Sam, what do you say to a bottle of my old genuine cider?  I guess I got some that will take the shine off of your father’s, by a long chalk, much as the old gentleman brags of his’n—­I never bring it out afore him.  He thinks he has the best in all Connecticut.  Its an innocent ambition that; and Sam, it would be but a poor thing for me to gratify my pride, at the expense of humblin his’n.  So I never lets on that I have any better, but keep dark about this superfine particular article of mine, for I’d as lives he’d think so as not.  He was a real primiTIVE good man was minister.  I got some, said he, that was