"Their straight up and down figures. They have no vulgar redundancies--no red cheeks and pug noses; and then their voices are so sweet and harmonious, their pronunciation so correct, so every way superior to the boisterous, hearty frankness of our British girls!"
"English women have very bad noses--I have remarked that; and they are so horribly fat, and they laugh so loud, and talk in such a high key! My! I often wondered where they learned their manners."
"Oh! 'tis all natural to them--it comes to them without teaching."
"I have been told that London is a shocking place."
"Dreadful; and the climate is disgusting. It rains there every day, and fogs are so prevalent that during the winter months, they burn candles all day to see to eat. As to the sun, he never comes out but once or twice during the summer, just to let us know that he has not been struck out of creation. And the streets, my dear young lady, are so filthy that the women have to wear pattens in their carriages."
"You don't say?"
"Just to keep their petticoats out of the mud, which is so deep that it penetrates through the bottom of the carriages."
"I never will go to England, I declare."
"You will be better appreciated in your free and glorious country. Slavery thrives there, and you make slaves of us poor men."
"Now, do stop there, and have done with your blarney."