The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1851-04-22 00:00:00

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" Now's- your time, ladies," he cried ; " you can have
this here moss-rose for an old weskit, or a pair of satin
shoes. Now's your time, ladies; all a-blowing! all a-

growing

Eley,at her mother's request, stepped out into the area
to tell the man that they didn't want any.

But the cunning dealer having once got the girl into
conversation, handed her down a pot of mignionette, and
begged her just to put her nose to that there. As she
sniffed at the fragrant flowers, the man said he'd accept of
anything, he didn't mind what it was, how old or how
dirty, for he had not taken a penny all that day. Any
old trowsers, Miss, if you'll tell your ma, or an old hat, or
a pair of boots—it's all the same, Miss; though they a'n't
no use to you, they're as good as money to us. Take that
there pot in to your ma, Miss, and ax Ler just to put her
nose to it, and then say whether she doesn't think such a
nosegay as that there a'n't worth an old straw bonnet, or

some white linen rags

Eley trotted in with the plant, vowing that she had
never in all her life seen such beautiful flowers as the man
had in his basket,—the geraniums quite made her eyes
ache to look at them; and then she told her mother that
the man said he would take anything for them, even old

The novelty of the transaction, the beauty of the plants,
and the seeming wonderful cheapness of them, all pro-
duced such an effect upon Mrs. Sandboy's mind, that she
began to consider what useless article she had with her
that she could offer the man in exchange foi one of them.

After much cogitation, they both came to the conclusion
that the trowsers which Mr. Stedboys had worn in the
morning were too shabby for hint to put on in London ;
they were the "old things," said his wife, " which he had
split to pieces in going after that tiresome pig, and which,
on second thoughts, she had considered quite good
enough for him to travel in ; and now, as the new ones
she had bought him at Cockermouth had come to band,
why, there was no necessity for her keeping the others
any' longer ; and she knew very well, unless she got rid of
the nasty, shabby cid things, Cursty would be making his
appearance in them some day ; whereas, it she took them
out in flowers, it woulu prevent his ever wearing them

again.
The determination once formed, Mrs. Sandbcls mo-
tioned the flower-seller to the street-door, while Elcy was
despatched to fetch the trowsers that her lather had re-
cently taken off.
The street-seller, on seeing the garments, declared that
they were hardly worth putting in his basket, and carry-
ing home. "It the lady had got an old coat, he'd let her
have that there handsome fuchsia for it, 'cause the skirts
was valuable—let it be ever so much worn—for making
cloth caps for boys, and the officers in the army ; or, he
wouldn't mind chucking in that partic'lar fine 'artsease
for an old weskit, for they came in handy for parsons'
gaiters, but trowsers was no account at all ; however, he
didn't like to be hard with the ladies, so he'd give 'em
that there lovely Chaney-rose for the trowsers and a silver
sixpence."

Mrs. Sandboys, however, was woman of the world
enough to be a good bargainer; so, as fast as the huck-
ster decried her husband's old breeches, she did the same
for the street-seller's flowers. In doe commercial style
each professed to be equally careless about dealing with
the otber. and vet each was eaually anxious for the bar-

At length, after much haggling, it was agreed that Mrs.
Sandboys should have a pot of mignionette and a couple
of cut moss-roses for the garment ; whereupon the old
trowsers were transferred to the flower-seller's long black
bag, and the flowers to the care of Mrs. Sandboys.
Immediately the man had closed the door, the native
of Buttermere hastened to Mrs. Fokesell to shew her
the bargain she had effected ; and while the ladies were
engaged in snuffing one after another at the delicious per-
fume of the blossoms, a violent knock came to the door,
and in a minute the breathless Mr. Sandboys stood pant-
ing before his wife.

-Presently be explained, by snatches between his gasps,
how he had got into an omnibus on his way to the station
house to which Jobby bad been taken by the policeman,
for, as he said, he considered that would be the b

to obtain tidings of any missing party—and how, after

his pocket to feel for his money, and discovered to his

The con

he had come out without any
quence was, he proceeded to any, that he had to stop the
'bus and acquaint the conductor with his misfortune ;
whereupon the man abused him in the most shameful
manner, and collared him in the middle of the road, say-
ing he was a hoary•headed old cheat, and it would serve
him right if he knocked his head off his shoulders, as a
lessen to him for the future—and Mr. Sandboys wound up
by declaring he verily believed the fellow would have done
it, too, if it hadn't been that, as luck would have it, he
had taken his silk umbrella with him ; which, after a good
deal of trouble, he had got the man to consent to hold as
security for the fare.
When Mr. Sandboys had finished his story, his wife
asked him how he could be such a simpleton as to leave
his money behind him, and requested to be informed

where he had it.
" In t' pockets of mey auld breeks," responded the in-
nocent Cursty
The won'

came upon his dear Aggylike a thunder

knocked her do;vn with a feather." hey stared at her
mother, and the mother stared at the daughter, in a maze
of bewilderment. Neither liked to confess the truth to
Cursty, and yet to delay doing so was every minute to di-
minish the probability of obtaining possession of the pre-
cious garments again.

At length Mrs: Sandboys did venture to break the mat-
ter to her husband. She told him she had disposed of his
trowsers only a few moments before his return for a pot of
mianionette and a couple of moss roses.
" Well, Aggy," cried Cursty, when he had recovered
from the first shock, " thee'll have to suffer for't as well

thar Was thy marriage lines that thee wud mek me bring
up wi' me, to shew thee wast an honest woman, if ever

and want as mud

I' 'Waistoma ! waistoma !" cried poor Mrs. Sandhogs
when she beard of this, to her, the greatest loss of all.
At first she raved against London, and London people
and London wickedness. Then she declared it was al
Cursty's fault, and owing to his nasty idle habits of neve

empty ing his pock. ts, when he changed his clothes, but
leaving her everything to do. Next, she vowed she would
go back to Buttermere that very night, for nothing but
misery had befallen her ever since they had made up their
mind to enjoy themselves.

-1 I FATHER GAVAZZI'S FIFTEENTH ORATION

of these indefa-
ould not defraud them
Iv admit the large amount of cle-
king of their schemes,
however questionable the means employed in furtherance

I Resuming his strictures on the doir

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