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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 1867, by J. W. Burke & Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia.
Vol. I.
Condensed for Burke’s Weekly.
“FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED.”
; R. SUDBERRY was a
’ successful London mer
chant. He was a fat,
rsturdy little man, about
fifty years old, and with
a smooth, bald head. He was
£r grU .a man of quick, violent tem
per, and in his fits of anger
f f often did the most unreason
able things.
One summer, Mr. Sudberry deter
mined to spend a few months in the
country, and as he was a man of
means, he hired a residence in the
highlands of Scotland.
Their new house was embowered
amid the blue hills. It was a simple
old building, having an oblong front,
two sides and a back, six windows
and one door, which was nearly al
ways left open. The morning after
their arrival, Mr.Sudberry came down
stairs a little late. When he reached
the breakfast room, and put his head
in at the door to see whether his wife
was there, he was struck absolutely
dumb by the tableau that met his
gaze.
There was nothing in the aspect of
the room itself to surprise him. It
was homely and neat. The table was
spread with a clean white cloth, on
which the breakfast things were care
fully arranged; but on the edge of
the table sat a large black cat, calmly
breakfasting off a plate of delicious
fresh butter. With its fore legs on the
table and its hind legs on the floor, stood
a large which ( was either
looking in vain for something it liked, 01
admiring the energy with which two hens
and a bantam rooster picked out the
crumb of a loaf of bread. Half of the loaf
had been devoured by*the trio, and at the
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moment of Mr. Sudberry’s appearance
the bantam’s body was half buried in it,
with nothing visible to the horrified mas
ter of the house except his tail.
“She-ee-w!” roared Mr. Sudberry, as
he rushed into the room and whirled his
arms like the saddle of a windmill. The
cat vanished through the window; the
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poultry, thrown into convulsions of ter
ror, flew screeching round the room,
searching for a door or window; while
the goat, true to its nature, ran at the
enemy, and with its head down attempt
ed to punch him in the stomach. By an
active leap, Mr. Sudberry escaped the
charge; but the goat turned to renew the
attack, when the door opened, and in
rushed the servant and the two little Sud
berrys. Overwhelmed by superior num
bers, the animal darted through the door
way, along the passage, and out of the
front door, where it met a servant boy,
on whom it wreaked its vengeance by
planting in his chest the punch which
had been intended for his master, and
laying him fiat of his back on the
green grass.
No other mishap occurred, and af
ter quiet was restored, the family as
sembled for their first Highland
breakfast, thankful that their morn
ing visitors had left them anything
to eat.
Playing Like a Christian.
I heard of two little children, ahoy
and a girl, who used to play a great
deal together. They both became
converted. One day the boy came
to his mother and said :
“ Mother, I know Emma is a Chris
tian.”
“ What makes you think so, my
child ?”
“ Because, mother, she plays like
a Christian.”
“ Plays like a Christian ?” said the
mother. The expression sounded a
little odd.
“Yes,” replied the child; “if you
take everything she’s got, she don’t
get angry. Before, she was selfish ,
and if she didn’t have everything her
own way, she would say, 1 1 won t
play with you; you are an ugly
boy.’ ”
“ Father,” said a cobbler’s lad, as
he was pegging away at an old shoe,
« they do say that trout bite like every
thing now.”
“Veil, well,” replied the old gentle
man, “ stick to your w r ork and they won’t
bite you.”
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