MR. URBAN AND A COUNTRY 

 HOUSE. 



Real Estate Purchase. 



WHAT on earth my friend Mr. Urban wants of 

 a farm of fifty acres, I do not know ; but lie 

 wants it. At least he says as much ; and I am not 

 the man to dispute him. I feel assured that when 

 he gets it, he will grow red in the face over it, and 

 perspire fearfully, and use language forbidden in the 

 decalogue, and find his pet Aldemeys, season after 

 season, very obstinately dropping calves of the wrong 

 sex, and his steers breaking into his cabbage patch. 

 I am confident that he will feel persuaded, before 

 the end of the first year, that all his country neigh- 

 bors have conspired to fleece him, and that the butch- 

 ers are all cut-throats in which opinion he will not 



