Ina. Are there any between this and
ina. Are there any between this and a hundred?.

 Mrs. T. None, except the old gentle man.

 Ina. What old gentleman? You hav'nt mentioned any before. Mrs. T. Why, gran'ther Grayling-l thought every body knew grau'ther Grayling-he's a hundred and two years old come August, fl he lives 50 long; and l dare say he will, for he's got the dry wilt, and they say such folks never dies.

 The census man having inquired for the number of females of the different ages, and received the like satisfactory answers, next proceeded to inquire the number of deaf and dumb persons.

 Mrs. T. Why, there is no deaf per sons, excepting husband, and he ant so deat as he pretends to be. When any body axes him to take drink of rum. fits only i'll whisper he can hear quick enoagh. But if l tell him to fetch an armfull of wood, or feed the pigs, or tend to the griddle, he's as deaf as 9 horse-biock.

 Ina. How many dumb persons?

 Mrs. T. Dumb !why, there's no dumb body in the house except the wooden headed man, and he never speaks unless he's spoke to. To be sure, my husband wishes ] was dumb, but he can't make it out.

 Ina. Are there any manufactures car ried on here2

 Mrs. I. None to speak on, except turnip sausages, and tow cloth.

 lnq. Turnip sausages?

 Mrs. I. Why, yes, turnip sausages. is there any thing so wonderful in that?

 Ina. 1 never heard of them before What kind of machinery is used in ma- king them2

 Mrs. |. Nothing butt a bread trough, a chopping knife and sausage filler.

 Ina. Are they made of clear turnips?

 Mrs. I. Now, you're terrible inqui- sltlEe. What would you give me to know?

 Inq. Why, I'll give you the name oi being the most communicative and plea sant Wofnan I've met with for the last half hour.

 Mrs. T. Well, now, you are a sweet gentleman, and l lmust gratify you. You must know We mix with the turnips a little red cloth, just enough to give them d colour, sothat they needn't look as if they was made of clear fat meat; then we chop them up we'll together, put a lit tie sage, summer savory, and black pep per; and then fill them into sheep's in- wards; and they will make as pretty little delicate links as ever was set on a gendeman's table. They fetch the highest price in the market.

 Ina. Indeed!

 Mrs. T. Yes, sir. Have you any thing more to ax?

 Ina. Nothing more. Good morning madam.

 Mrs. T. Stop moment-can't you think of something else? Do, now, that's a good man-Would'nt you like to know what we're going to have for din der: or how many chickens our old her matched at the last brood; or how ma ny

 Ina. Nothing more-nothing more.

 Mrs. T. Here just look into the cup beard, and see how many red ants there are in the sugar bowl hay'nt time to count them myself.

 Ina. Curse on your ants and all your relations Ela,3f s93 y hstAel