Rip.
De old woman dead too? den her clapper is stopped at last. [Pause.] So de old woman is dead; well, she led me a hard [pg 070] life—she was de wife of my bosom, she was mine frow for all dat. [Whimpering.] I'm dead too, unt dat is a fact. Tell me my frient—
Seth.
I can't stop any longer—the polls are almost closing, and I must spread the game for the boys. Hurrah, for rum drinking and cheap licence for the retailers! that's my ticket. [Re-enter Villagers, shouting.][151] Here, boys, see what you can make of this old critter.—I give him up for the awfulest specimen of human nature in the States. [Exit into house.
2d Villager.
Are you a Federal or a Democrat?
Rip.
Fiddle who? damn who's cat?
2d Villager.
What's your politics?