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Washington, Ga., Sept. 1, 1843. $
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~ COTTING & BUTLER,
ATTORNIES,
TTAVE taken an OFFICE on the North
IX side of the Public Square, next door to
the Branch Bank of the State of Georgia.
October, 1843. 28
NELSON CARTER,
DEALER IN
Choice Drugs anil Medicines,
Chemicals, Patent Medicines,
Surgical and Dent-al Instruments,
Perfumery, Brushes,
Paints, Oils, Dye-Stuffs,
Window Glass, fyc. Bpc.
RED*M°ORTArJ AUGUSTA, Ga.
October 12, 1843. ly 7
HAVILAND, RISLEY & Cos.
Near the Mansion House, Globe and United
States Hotels,
AUGUSTA, GA.,
DEALERS IN CHOICE
DRUGS AND MEDICINES,
Surgical and Dental Instruments,
Chemicals, Patent Medicines,
Perfumery, Brushes, Paints, Oils,
Window Glass, Dye Stuffs,
See. &c.
Being connected with llaviland,
Keese & Cos., New-York, and Hav
'SKjg iland, Harral & Allen, Charles-
JB4 ton, they are constantly receiving
fresh supplies of every article in
their line, which they are enabled to sell at the
lowest market prices.
ET All goods sold by them, warranted to be of
the quality’ represented, or may be returned.
Augusta, August 1843. 51
Mew Hoods.
The Subscriber is now receiving his sup
ply of
Spring and Summer
IPry Goods,
Os the latest Stvle and New Pat
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terns.
AMONG THEM ARE:
Worsted Bareges and BalzaYines, for La
dies Spring Dresses,
Primed Lawns and French Muslins,
Lace Muslins and Organdy do.
Cotton Balzarines and Organdy Ginghams,
Superior Earlston Ginghams,
Do. Cliusan do.
French and American Calicoes, u great va
riety,
Super, plain, black and blue black Silks,
Do. Plaid and Stripe do.
Gros de Swiss Foulard do.
Fancy Shawls and Ties,
Do. Scarfs,
Bonnet Ribbons and Neck do.
Leghorn and Straw Bonnets,
Lawn and Silk do.
Bonnet Hoods,
Linens and Long Lawns,
Super, wool dyed black Broadcloths,
Do. blue and invisible-green do.
Do. black Cassimeres,
Fancy do. a great variety.
Super, black Drap d’ et 6 and Barpone, a
new article, for Gentlemen’s Summer
Coats,
Brown Linens and Linen Drills,
Gambroon, fig'd. Barpone, and cotton Pon
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Georgia Nankeens,
Hosiery and Gloves,
Linen Cambric and Silk Handkerchiefs,
Saddles, Bridles and Martingales,
Shoes,
Black and white fur Hats,
Leghorn and Palm-leaf do.
Hardware and Cutlery,
Crockery,
Sugar, Tea and Coffee,
Powder and Shot,
Nails, See. &c.
Also.—A great variety of articles too
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oir CALL AND SEE.
G. I*. COZAET.
Washington, March 28,1844. 31
LIST OF LETTERS
REMAINING in the Post-Office, at Wash
ington, Ga., on the Ist day of April, 1844:
B.
Bulloch, Cordy Bell, John
Battle, Oliver S. Ball, Eliza 4
Bolton, Isaac Rev. Ball, William
Brummell, Randal Burde’, Joshua
Burns, William Bailey, Ephraim 2
Brion, Harriet
C.
Credell, Jane mrs. Gumming, Daniel
Calloway, Jerry Calloway, Miles
Calloway, Drury Crews, John S
Cooper, John D Campbell, John P
Carter. Jane Chamberlain, Robert
Craig, T E Combs, Phillip Sen.
Cotting, C Dr.
Davis, Jonathan P 11. Lumpkin
Dawson, Wm. C. or J.
E.
Edmonson, William L
F.
Flournoy', Samuel Farmer, Rebecca mrs
Flynt, James II
G.
Gresham, Charles W Gullet, Absolom
Garrard, Allen
11.
Hughes, Caroline miss Hasseltine, George
Huling, Mr. Holdsclaw, Timothy
Huff, Harriet mrs. Henderson, Magers
Herden, William Iloilemen, A
I. & J.
Ivy, Josiah Jeffers, Bolling
Johnson, J Jones, Robert
Jones, Mary G. miss 2
K.
Kirkland, Richard
L.
Law, James II Dr.
M.
Montgomery, Hezekiah
P.
Peeples, Henry Pope, Young
R.
Rhodes, Samuel
S.
Sauderlin, James Simpson, Catharine miss
Statham, A H Strozier, John
Spickerd, Harrison Simms, Redding
Strozier, Peter Simms, Camilla E
Stokes, Wm II Rev Smith, Comfort
T.
Tully, Elizabeth Tinsley, James Dr.
W.
Walton, E Mrs Walton, Robert
Wootten, Henry 2 Wilkinson, John
Weems, John Wooding, John E
Winfrey, R R Waters, D
Wynne', SC 80
IT Persons asking for Letters from the above
list will please say advertised.
JOSEPH W. ROBINSON P. M.
April 4,1844. 3t 32
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WASHINGTON, (WILKES COUNTY, GA.,) ATKIL 18, 1844.
From the Southern Miscellany.
LETTER FROM MAJOR JONES.
Pincville, April’Ad-, 1844.
To Col. Hanleiter :
Dear Sir —ls the world was to come to a
end now, if all creation was to burst up, as
old Miller wants it to, and the whigs and lo
kyfokys was all to he fried up into one etur
nel stew, I wouldn’t die without one conso
lation, as the cld woman said—l’ve seed
and shuck hands with Mr. Clay ! But I
sposc you would like to hear all about it,
specially as he didn’t come to your town.
Well, the fact is, I was in a perfect swiv
it ever since Mr. Clay ariv in Georgia for
fear I moughtn’t git a chance to see him. !
Mary wasn’t well enough to go with me. j
and all of ’em was ’posed to my leavin
home. But Mary's a right clever gall af
ter all, and after I reasoned the pint with
her. and swaded her a little, she gin her con
sent, provided I would promise to go rite
strate down to Augusty, and come right
back without gwine to no partys or halls
or any sich doins. I don’t know whether
she was more fraid of my morals or the
charms of them Augusty galls, but she was
monstrous partikiler about my mixin with
’em much. Be that as it rnought, she haint
got nothin to fear from them nor no other
galls—though ’tween you and me, ther is
some monstrous gaily lookin crerturs in
Augusty.
But lo proceed—the galls had my Sun
day fixins all dun up and ready for me by
Monday mornin, and I sot out for Augusty
bright and early. At first I was monstrous
fraid I mought lose the way, but fore I got
in fifty miles of the city, all I bad to do
was jest to follow the crowd It seemed
like the whole country was all niovin to
one pint; all gwine to see Mr. Clay. 1 ariv
in the city ’bout noon on Tuesday, and sich
a sight I never expect to see agin. Men and
wimmin,galls and boys, niggers and all,
was dressed up up within a inch of their
lives, and runnin through the streets in
crowds lookin out for Mr. Clay. Banneis
was (Ivin, horses was rearm, carriages was
whirlin, niggers hollerin and children
squallin in every direction. My horse was
worse scared than I was, and what upon
yeartli to do with him I didn’t know. 1
couldn’t see no swingin signs, and one
house looked jest as much like a tavern as
the rest. The only chance was to inquire;
so I axed the first good lookin man I seed
war the tavern was.
“Ses he, “what house do you want to
stop at ?”
“The tavern,” says I.
‘Well,’ says he, ‘there’s several taverns,
but 1 reckon they are all full by this time;
you better put your horse in a Livery Sta
ble and look for a house afterwards.’
‘Enny wa v,’ ses I, “so I can get a chance
to see Mr. Clay.’
The man pinted me to a stable vvhar I
left my horse, and the next thing I done
was to ax when Mr. Clay would be in town.
The gentleman pulled out his watch,
and says he, “Mr. Clay will be in the city
in ’bout three quarters of aovver.’
‘Well,’ses I, ‘mister, do tell mo war I
can see him.’
‘He is to received at the City Hall,’ ses
he, pin'in down to a thunderin grate big
bildin, with a woman stand in on the top of
it holdin anew fashioned pair of stillvards
in her hand—“he will be conducted rite
thar as soon as he rives in town.’
‘Thank, you, sir,’ ses I, and away I split
for the City Hall.
When I got thar, maybe ther wasn’t a
crowd of people on the benches, and all in
the lot, and on the fences an every whar,
as far as I could see. I was bent on gitten
a good place, so I could see and hear—so I
crowded in among ’em til I got rite up to a
tree in front of the portico whar they said
Mr. Clay was gwine to stand. The crowd
looked monstrous anxious, just like they
was dreadful hungry and was waitin for
their dinners. The sun was monstrous hot.
and the galls begun to git terrible tired
holdin ther parasol’s over their faces, and
kep all the time axin the gentlemen what
time it was. Bimeby, whow-o-o-o; went
theiyannon—“oh! he’s comin !’ ses the
galls : —‘hurra !’ shouted the men. Then
sich a rumpus ! the cannon kep firin away
as fast it could—the people shouted—the
wimmin talked—the children squalled, and
the crowd come rushin into the yard like
a mill-tail. People on foot and on horses,
and in carriages and stages, and all sorts
of wavs come rushin in, till they raised
sich adust that I could hardly see the lib
erty pole not morin fifty yards off. The
people all got up on the seats with their
feet, and every body’s neck was stretched
out to see Mr. Clay. Bimeby, shore e
nough, here he come, in a open carriage,
with his hat off, smilin and bowin to the peo
ple. Then ther was a shout that almost
made my heart jump out of my mouth, and
lots of people looked like they was gwine
to cry for joy, when they saw the glorious
old “HARRY OF THE WEST” walk
up the steps of the porch with the same
bold, strate up and down, manly stride
which has carried him through his long and
glorious public life.
The Committee was all round him with
ther blu ribbons in their button holes, and
looked like they thought it was “glory e
nough for one day” to wait on such a chief.
They tuck him into the house to give him
a chance to git a little breth, ar.d to brush
the dust offhis clothes, and then they brung
him out on the steps to receive the welcom
of the people. Col. Cumming made a
speech to him, that was jest the very thing.
He didn’t put nothin in it that didn’t sound
well to say to a man’s face, but he brung
in all the grate acts of Mr. Clay’s life, and
pinted out their effect upon the prosperity
of the country, in sich a way as to leave no
doubt on his mind as to the opinion . enter
tained of his course by the people of Geor
gia. I kep my eye on the old feller while
lie was bowin under the compliments and
praises that was heaped upon him in that
speech, and watched the faces of the people,
covered with smiles and beamin with gra
titude and love to the man whose life Imd
been spent in ther service, and 1 couldn’t
help but think what abominable shame it
is that sich a fame and popilarity as his
can never be gained til a man gets so old he
can’t enjoy it. What a pity it is that States
men can’t adopt the cash system, like the
noospapers, and git their pay in advance,
fore they git so old they haint got no use
for it. But that’s the way—great men
must give ’emselves, hart and soul to ther
country, to be cussed and persecuted by
ther enemies all ther lives, only to have
justice done ’em in theevenin of their days,
or when they’re in ther graves. I’d rather
live on the plantation with Mary, and take
care of my children and raise pigs and
chickens than be the biggest public man
that the sun ever shined upon.
When Col. Cumming was done, Mr. Clay
answered his speech. He spoke about a
ower and a half, and I reckon you mought
have heard agrashopper sneeze in any part
of the yard—the people was so quiet.—
Every eye was looking at him, and every
ear and mouth was open to drink in his
words. It would take the w hole “Miscel
lany” to hold his speech, but its impossible
for me to begin to tell you what he sed.—
But war’s the use of my try in to describe
Mr. Clay’s speech ? Every body knows
the sun aint to be beat for brightness when
it shines, and every body in this country
knows that Henry Clay as a orator, is jest
as much a simmon over common men, as
the sun is over the little stars that twinkle
in the heavens. Bless you, Colonel, he
pleased every body—lokyfokys and all—
and I don’t believe ther was a person in
that yard, with sense enough to understand,
and honesty enough to acknowledge the
truth, who didn’t after hearing him go over
his political life, and give his opinions, and
his reasins for his opinions, on all the im
portant political subjects now before the
country—go home satisfied that he was the
greatest, honestest and best patriot in the
country.
After the speech Mr. Clay went to his
lodgings, and I tuck a stroil through the
city to try to find a tavern. Broad street,
as they call it was full of people, all talk
in ’bout Mr. Clay—every one was prasin
him, and talkin ’bout his speech. I made
out to git in at the Globe Hotel, and put my
name on the book at the bar. In a few
minutes after a feller come up to me and
ses he,
“I presume this is Major Joseph Jones, of
Pineville 1”
‘Yes,’ ses I, ‘that’s my name.’
‘Mv name is Peleg,’ ses he, holdin out
his hand. ‘l’m very glad to see you, Ma
jor,’ses he. ‘How is your family and the
baby ?’
‘All well, I thank you, sir,’ ses I—‘The
same to you.’ But I ’spose he had no fam
ily, for he didn’t say nothin. Bimeby in
come some more fellers, and Mr. Peleg in
terduced ’em all to me, and sich another lot j
of Pelegs I never heard of before—they’s
more plenty in Augusty than the Thomp
sons is in Madison. Ther was John Peleg,
and Samuel Peleg, James Peleg and Peter
Peleg, and Seth Peleg, and Lord only
knows how many, nearly every other man
I got ’quainted with was a Peleg.
After supper, I went down to the Bloody
Six hundred Club meetin, at the City Hall.
I tell you what now, Colonel, them’s a nest
of Coons for you. I don’t believe Augusty
’ill ever fall into the hands of the lokyfo
kys agin as long as ther’s on Blood. Six
Hundred left. Ther’s spunk and activity
enough among ’em to supply the whole
State. They’re the same fellers what rais
ed the very stones of Augusty to mutiny in
1840, and the trechery of old Tyler haint
had no more effect on them than a black
frost on a ingion bed. We had two first
rate speeches from Mr. Toombs and Mr.
Stephens. You know, Mr. Stephens has
had the terrible misfortune to take rather
different views of Constitutional law from
Mr. Stiles, and the other lokyfoky repre
sentatives of Whig Georgia in Congress.—
He touched on that subject in his speech
He told the Bloody Six Hundreds that he
had attempted to defend the Constitution of
the Country, and ax’d ’em if they would
stand by him and sustain him in his course?
and I reckon if the pious Mr. Stiles could
have hearn the response that burst from
the lips of every man in the room, he would
begin to think it was time to save his prayers
for himself, and let Mr. Stephens’ con
science take care of itself.
The next day 1 looked about through
the town; and the fact is, Augusty is a
right smart chance of the city. But I
think that the people that first sot it out
was rather large between the eyes, and
made most too big calculatiens for its
growth. The streets is monstrous wide,
and the houes is drilled along on the sides
of’em, at considerable distance apart, ex
cept in some parts of broad street, where
jhe soil seems to be a little better and the
buildings grow tolerable thick. I han’t
got room in this letter to tell you half the
wouders I seed, and in fact I was so much
tuck up with Mr. Clay that I didn’t take
much notice of any thing else.
At noon I went to the Masonic Hall,
and was interduccd to Mr. Clay. When |
I gin him my hand, ses, I, “Mr. Clay. I i
am monstrous glad lo see you in Georgia, ‘
sir. I hope yur ihrivin,” ses I.
“Thank you Major,” ses he, “thank you j
sir—how is the baby?”
“Right piert, I thank you sez I, “and j
the most surprisinest child in Georgia— !
he’s a perfect coon,’ ses I.
‘That’s the right stock, Major ses he,
‘give my respects to Mrs. Jones, and toll j
her I hope ’ but before Mr. Clay could
git it out some body tuck me by the coat ;
tail, and ses he, “give way, Major,’ and j
the fust thing 1 knowd l wascrowded away j
into tother eend of the room by the fellers
that was trying to get at Mr. Clay.—Bime- j
by they got a ring around him and then;
every body had a fair showin. Lokyfo- !
kys and all come up and shuck the old j
man’s hand in good hearty fashion, and I
don’t blieve ther was a man left the room j
that didn't like the old coon better than lie
did when he went in. Ther’s somethin
about him that draws one to him and that
makes one perfectly familiar although we
feel that we are in the presence of a great
man. lie's monstrous ugly, if you go to
siferin out his features like you would
common people’s—but for all that, lie’s the
best looking man I ever saw. 11 is mouth
is like a overseer’s wages extending from
one year’s eend to tother, but when he
speaks, you wouldn’t have it any smaller
if you could. It seems like nater made it
so a purpose to give free vent to the patri
otic emotions of his noble heart. His eye
sparkles with the fire of genus—his broad
forehead looks like the front view of the
Temple of Wisdom, and all his features
bespeak him the noblest work of God —a
honest man\
The next mornin, f was gittin ready to ‘
go home when one of the managers brung j
mea ticket to the ball. What to do ] didn’t I
know. I didn’t want to ho imperlight to i
the gentleman, and I didn't want to
make no fuss at home; and I know’d if I
went to a ball Mary would pout about it
fora week. But the Pelegs swaded me,
and being as it were a perticular occasion,
and I wasn’t gwine to dance, I termined to
go.
‘Weil, I staid til Thursday night, and
about nine o’clock I went to the ball room.
When I went in; I could not but feci sort j
o’ quare. Every thing was bright—the ;
room was so blazin light, and every body !
was dressed up so fine. My eyes felt as j
big as sassers aud the skin on my face felt !
so tight I couldent shut my mouth, and j
my hands never was so much in my way J
before in my life. I felt monstrous awk- j
ard, and the room was so full that I j
couldn’t turn round ’thout tramping on |
somebody’s tose.—Mr. Clay was in the
middle of’em, promenadin as they called
it and shakin hands and talkin to the galls.
Every now and then some of the mana
gers would call out for a cotilion, then the
niggers would strike up the music and the
whole crowd seemed to be dancin at once.
Then they would say, “gentlemen, take
partners for a promenade,” then they
would all walk about and talk to one an
other, jest as if they was perfectly at home,
and it was more’n I could do to keep out
of the way of the galls. I didn’t know
any of ’em and 1 was sort o’fraid of ’em—
not because I thought there was any preity
er than Mary (for the fact is, I didn’t sec
any that was as handsome as she is) but
they was drest so monstrous fine. Not- j
withstanding every thing went on without j
any con fusion, ther was a good deal of bus- j
tie in the room. Some of the gals had
mor’n ther share, which made ’em take
considerable more room than was necess
ary when they was dancin. I was stand
in lookin at enr, when one of the Pelegs
came up to me, and ses he,
‘Major, can you tell me why hustles is
like a poplar novel?’
I considered a little while and, ses I, ‘I j
don’t know thout it is cause they’re very in
terestin.”
‘Oh, no, says he “its cause they are fic
tions founded on fact!’
Away went Peleg, and the fust thing I
know'd every body was looking at me for
laughin so loud. I straitened up my
countenance as well as I could and went
to tother eend of the room.
’Bout ’leven o’clock, the music struck
up a march, and all of ’em begun to go up
stairs. I ax’d Mr. Peleg if the show was
over?
‘Oh no,’ ses he, ‘they’re are jest gwine to
feed the animels. Take my. arm Major,’
ses he, and allow me to show you to the
supper room.’
‘Thank you ses I, and we went wtth the
crowd til we got to the door up stairs, whar
one of the managers was standin.
‘Ladies walk in, Gentlemen walk back,’
says he.
Peleg and I was gwine back when he
catched me by the arm, and ses he.
‘Walk in major—the invited guests will
sup at the first table with the ladies.
Well, in I went. Thar was Mr. Clay
aud five or six other gentlemen with ’bout
three hundred ladies standin round the ta
bles eatin. I tell you what, that supper
room banged enny thing I ever seed in all
my born days before, I never thought ther
was so many good things before to eat in
the world. If you believe me there was
no eend to ’em. Ther was all kinds of
substantials, sich as hog meat, turkeys,
chickens,ducks, birds, oysters and all kinds
of cakes and jellies and pickles and pre
serves, besides great big sugar houses, and
cake houses, that would take a regiment of
soldiers to destroy ’em in a month. I lost
IH. J. KAPPEL, Printer.
; my appetite jest looking at the wimen eat
j but 1 drunk a cup of mighty good coffee,
; and cat u few mouthfuls jest for appear
-1 ance sake, and after gittin a piece of cako
j for Mary and some candy for the baby,
| from the lady of the Globe, I went to the
nigger what tuck care of the hats, got my
j hat and went hack to the hotel. The next
■ mornin 1 cut out fur home. 1 found ’em
; all well home, and Mary ses, bein as it
\ was Mr. Clay’s ball, and 1 didnt dance
with none of the galls, and ’specially as I
brung home anew frock for her and a
pretty for the baby, she wont be mad with
mo for going. No more from
Your friend til deth,
JOS. JONES.
A DOSE— FROM hood’s magazine.
‘Ellon, you have been out.’
‘Well, 1 know I have.’
‘To the King’s Head.’
‘No, John, no. But no matter. You’ll
be troubled no more with my drinking.’
‘What do you mean ?’
‘1 mean what I say, John,’ replied the
wife, looking very serious, and speaking
very solemnly and de liheratelv, with a
strong emphasis on every word : ‘You—
will—-be—troubled--no-—more—with—my
drinking—l have took it at last.’
‘1 knew it!’ exclaimed the wretched hus
band, desperately tossing his arms aloft, as
when all is lost. ‘I knew it!’ and leaving
one coat (lap in the hands of his wife, who
vainly attempted to detain him, he rushed
from the room ; sprang down the stairs,
both flights, by two and three stairs at a
lime : ran along the passage, and without
his hat, or gloves, or stick, dashed out at
the street door, sweeping from the step two
ragged little girls, a quartern loaf, a basin
of treacle, and a baby. But he never stop
ped to ask ifthe children were hurt, or even
to soe whether (lie infant dripped with gore
or molasses. On he ran, like a rabid dog,
straight forward, down the Borough, heed
less alike of a porter’s load, baker’s basket,
and the butcher’s tray.
‘I sav,’ muttered the errand hoy, as he
staggered from the collision.
‘Do that again,’ growled the placard man
as he recoved the polennd board which had
been knocked from his sllSulder.
‘Mind where you’re goin,’ bawled a
hawker, as he picked up his scattered
wares ; whilst a dandy, suddenly thrust
into the kennel, launched after the runner
one of those verbal missiles which are said
to return, like the boomerang, to those who
launch them.
‘But on, on, scampered the Teetotaller,
heedless of all impediments ; on he scoured,
like a he Camilla, to the shop, number 240,
with the red, blue, and green bottles in the
window ; the chemist and druggist’s, into
which lie darted, and up to the little bald
man at the desk, with barely breath enough
left to gasp out ‘Mv Wife! Poison! and
Pump !’
‘Vegetable or mineral ?’ inquired the
Surgeon-Apothecary, with great profes
sional coolness.
‘Both—all sorts—laudanum-arsenic—
oxalic-acid-corrosive sublimitive’; and the
Teetotaller was about to add pine apple
rum, amongst the poisons, when the Dr.
stopped him.
‘Js she sick ?’
‘No.’ But remembering the symptoms
over night, the Teetotaller ventured to say,
on the strength of his dream, that she was
turning all manner of colors, like a rain
bow, and swelling as big as a house.
‘Then there is not a moment to lose,’
said the Esculapius, and accordingly clap
ping on his hat, and arming himself with
the necessary apparatus; a sort of elephan
tine syringe with a very long trunk ; he
set off at a trot guided by the Teetotaller,
to unpoison the rash and ill-fated bacchana
lian, Mrs. Barrage.
‘And did he save her?’
‘My dear madam, be content to let that
issue remain a little, and accumulate in
terest like a sum in the saving’s bank.’
Now, when the Teetotaller, with the
medical man at his heels, arrived at his
own house, Mrs. Burrage was still in her
bed room, which was a great convenience,
for before she could account for the intru
sion of a stranger, nay, even without know
ing how it was done, she found herselfseat
ed ; more zealously than tenderly or cere
moniously ; in the easy chair ; and when
she attempted to expostulate, she felt her
self choking with a tube of something,
which was certainly neither maccaroni,
nor stick-liquorice, nor yet pipe-pepper
mint.
To account for this precipitancy, the ex
aggerated representations of her husband
must be borne in mind ; and if his wife did
not exhibit all the dying dolphin-iike colors
that he had described ; if she was not quite
so blue, green, yellow, or black, as he had
painted her, the apothecary made sure she
would soon be, and consequently went to
work without delay, where delays were so
dangerous.
Mrs. Burrage, however, was not a wo
man to submit qnietly to a disagreeable
operation against her own consent; so with
a vigorous kick and a push at the same
time, she contrived to rid herselfat once of
the doctor and his instrument, and indig
nantly demanded to know the meaning ot
the assault upon her.
‘lt’s to save your life—your precious
life. Ellen,’said the Teetotaller, looking
at her very solemnly.
‘lt’s to empty the stomach, ma’am,’ said
the doctor.
‘Empty a fiddle,’ retorted Mrs. Burrage,
who would have added ‘stick,’ but the dac-
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