"To be sure I do; and where would you see a finer?"
"I did not see any thing very picturesque," said I.
"Picturesque!" he repeated with some contempt; "I don't know what you call picturesque; but I say, give me a soil, that when you turn it up you have something for your pains; the fine soil makes the fine country, madam!"
SKETCHES OF ART, LITERATURE AND CHARACTER.
II.
MEDON.
I observed the other evening, that in making a sort of imaginative bound from Coblentz to Heidelberg, you either skipped over Frankfort, or left it on one side.
ALDA.