The Wilmingtonian., 1824-01-29

isguise their real sentiments IN c0urfship'l
re always sufferers after marriage. AN
ct of fine words and compliments, too Of =
en- deceive the fair !; but true lover Will
,ooner tell his dulcinea her folbles than
latter her imperfections.
PICTURE OF My DEAR AUNT.
o dear! my friend, only one word. THIS
aunt of mine is so troublesOm, so pryng,
SO watchful, there is no having slngleI
moment to ones self! Every where at the
same moment; garret, kitchen, cellar i
sweeping, rummaging, bustling - Susy /
where are yonf Where's the girl gone
Always out of the way when she's wanted!
A sauntering, daudling, idle, good for no.
thng-Susy. Why. what's become oil theI
ga'at?
One moments patience, my dear aunt.
Here she comes.-I hear her foot upon
1.-THE stairs-old as she is, she moves with
youthful alacrity.-Just upon me but the
doors fast She don't suspect me of this
work. Can feign that | was asleep and
heard her not. Asleep at this time of day .
l'Tis well f I escape with few slaps. ]
do not mind 'em, nor her neither, behind
her back. Poor dear aunt! She means
well, and love her after all-that ! do.
I'Tis undutiful to keep you knocking so.
Well, Just while thrust my nk-horn into
a hole. and pocket my papers, then | will
admit her Hey! What! dear aunt
Yes. What's the matte? Paguy sleepy:
can hardly open my eyes poor d'ar
aunt thy niece is a naughty girl. The
older she grows, the better
So have a few minutes before it is
quite dark-She will miss me and set out
lin search of me directly. ! must make
the most of my time: And yet in this hur-
Try of fingers and spirits, l forset every
thing. cannot collect my thoughts and
put them in an order to be understood
/ IT'S well have pretty good stock OF
! cheerfulness, and yet doubt my bravery
is mere pretence. 10 keep myself from
weeping, laugh. In general | succeed
pretty well, but sometimes the tide will
ebb. Just now feel that my heart is very
heavy, and this mostly happens when am
, alone, think: tis then that my frantic
, gaiety vanishes, and cannot keep myself
: from fetching now and then, deep sighs.
She is coming! No. Twas a false al
arm. Nobody but Ranger posting into the
garrct. Foolish cur. So many whippings
, as thy mistress bath given thee. yet still
,unbroken of this habit This alone is an
: eternal source of uproar and discomfort
!, No sooner is the scrubbing-brush at rest
! than the quarrelsome brute, running out
? on some inoflensve passenger OF his own
kind, raises an hubbub. Scores Of ours
Hike himself run from all quarters to the
scene of action, and join their claws and
,Iteeth in worrying the unhappy stranger
d Ten to one but in their eagerness they fall
q out among themselves, and Ranger com
!. monty has the worst of the battle. Yelp
J. ling, bleeding, mud-besprent. he flies for re
diuge into the house, rushes to the stairs
!. land stops not, all dripping as he is, til h
breaches a corner Of the garret and scratch
files himselfa bed among the rugs and blank
4 cts belonging to the poor girl that ills ou
!. .tea-ketle.
j. Then comes my aunt. "A trail OF mu
= from top TO bottom! The whole work t
: be done over againn Every eplthet ot rag
,fs heaped upon the dog. Where is tn
Il villain? Where are-are the girls: VIII
y did thev not keep the street door shut
# Tnoughtess hussies! Shaving from morr
d ing till night. to keep things Et to be see'
Il and all to be done over again. That mast
,s wretch If there was but little care Il
/" ktn-If Susan or Molly ras worth ia
d Thing but they are always gadding, {
Y, iaiing. or sauntering-Susy where's Il
:horscwhip. PH give it to the wretch y
W Up she mounts into tho garnet. Th
Elshrill notes of my aunt are mingled wit
the yeIpings of the culprit. Down /
r: comes headIong, throwing in bis haste te
,. times more mud about him than was thei
m heiorr. After HIM, my aunt Into the ki
n chen she comes, and throwing herself ha
J. Ibrcateless into chair. she exclaims, A
Il your aud Molly's fault. No care: let ev
r. ry thing go to destructinn.'
M The dog she will mt part with. 81
Sc could not sleep a wink if he did not lie
ne the kitchen door. Nothing could be safe
" moment. Every thing OF pnl'y would
IT. stolen, and we and she would be murle
ed. Have not a thousand times or,le
ed you t" keep the street door shut: Y'
ke impidpnt creature you! But III make yt
n mind me- Then she falls TO beating Il
IS unhappy girl, who, with eyes streamin
an hands cIasped and uplifted, in tones til
would subdue rock, exclams, tOh Mi