Massachusetts spy and Worcester advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1823-1825, 1824-12-15

through Bloomsbury, Morrisville, anC
Bordentown, via Philadelphia, BurIing
ton, and Bristol. She commenced the
other day with this phrase, "Mr. Ollie
did you hear the news?" No, said ],
what is it. "Why," said she, "you kpow
Elizabeth Downs, don't you, the daugh-
ter of old Sarah Downs, the spinster,
who lived in the frame house which for
merly belonged to David Timson, the
tallow chandler, whose son went to sea,
and was drowned in storm off the coast
OF South America, near where there was
so much bloodshed and strife among the
inhabitants of that war-wasted country,
striving each for what they think is
right, the royalists for their king and
the patriots for their liberty, which |
think is their unalienable right and
the right of all people for nothing can
be more opposed to sound sense and pol
icy, than that the mana should be. led
and governed by the few.-What did
you give for this chilG's shoes, Mr.. Olio,
for am of Opinion that Mr.. - charg-
es me too high for shoes; they tell me
leather is lower than it was, and we nat.
urally must conclude so, for there ap-
pears to be decline in the price of all
commodities, particularly those of do
mestic manufacture in truth, | con-
ceive them too low, for the wages of la
borers are so reduced that poor labor
ing parents are unable to give their
children any schooling, but are forced
to put them to early labor, amongst per-
sons who are oftentimes as vicious as
they are ignorant, and are in that igno-
rance which is--well indeed, must
60 home, for left my child asleep. Poor
creature, it had bad night of it last
night, yesterday being damp day, yet
warm; my maid had the thoughtlessness
to carry i.into the street. aud there to
stand half an hour gaping at Miss
S, who was washing the windows of
the house where she lately moved 10,
and for which she gives a rent of I2O
dollars; agreat rent really for house
OF that description, and in such an un-
frequented part of -. Yes directly.
answering her little daughter) there
my child cries: good morning Mr.. Olio."
Now could any man, woman or child.
who is any thing more than stock or a
stone, bear daily repetition of such a
style as this, and not get out of pa
tience.
Another fmy visitors is Mrs. Locker
ty, who tells all she hears, sees, reads or
thinks, from the cackling of her old hen,
up to the death of her brother, from the
garnet to the cellar, from the front door
to the back end of the garden, from the
eating of beef steaks to the taking off
calhartlc-in word, her tongue has a
universal scope, something like one of
Swift's characters, who
+" Tells every thing that you can think of,
How she cured Tommy if the chin cough
What gave her brats and pigs the measles,
And how her doves were killed by weasels;
How Jowler howl'd; and what fright
She had with dreams the other night.n
Now Messrs. Editors, if you or Oliver
lakewood, would put me in genteel
way of Kidding myself Of such an incum-
brance, as about a dozen or fifteen of
such characters as these are, you would
much oblige.me; and whenever | can
spend an hour of daylight or candle
light, without having tiresome and in
trudlng visitor buzzing his or her unin-
teresting jabber in my ears, | will give
you silent tribute of my unfeigned
gratitude. Yours, OLIO.