exchange, but not articles of manufacture, of
which the raw material is to be obtained by all. For instance, the
lead, and iron, and tin of Great Britain, the wines of other countries,
are all articles to be exchanged or paid for by those who have not mines
of those metals, or do not possess vineyards. Further than this
reciprocity cannot go, without being injurious to one, if not to both
parties.

Three of the carriage-wheels defective! Add this to the carpet bag, and
people will agree in the trite observation that misfortunes never come
single. This is not true; they do come single very often, and when they
do, they are more annoying than if they come in heaps. You growl at a
single mishap, but if you find that Fortune is down upon you and
attempts to overload you, you rise up against her with indignation, snap
your fingers, and laugh at her. The last mishap brought consolation for
all the others; if we had not so fortunately found out the defects in
the wheels, we might have broken our necks the next day, especially, as
some amateur took a fancy and helped himself to our _sabot_. I only
wish he may be shod with it for the remainder of his days.

It is curious how the ignorant and simple always rise or depreciate
others, whatever their rank may be, to their own levels, when they talk
of them. I listened to one little girl telling a story to another, in
which kings, queens, and princesses were the actors.

"And so," said the queen to the princess, "what a very pretty doll that
is of yours!"

"Yes, your majesty; papa bought it for me at the bazaar, and gave 5
shillings 6 pence for it," etcetera.

This reminded me of the sailors telling stories on board of a
man-of-war, who put very different language into the mouth of royalty.

"Well," says the king, "blow me tight if I'll stand this. You must
buckle-to as fast as you please, Mrs Queen."

"I'll see you hanged first, and your head shaved too," answered her
majesty in a rage, etcetera, etcetera. What queens may say in a rage it
is impossible to assert; but to the seamen this language appeared to be
perfectly regal and quite correct.

Some people form odd notions of gentility. A cabman took up a
well-dressed female, who made use of expressions which rather startled
him, and he observed to a friend of his, a hackney-coachman, that he had
no idea that the higher classes used such language.

"Pooh! pooh!" replied the coachman, "she warn't a lady."

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