Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1825-03-29

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so that by the time the coach arrived,
a crowd of waterman had collected
round the door, who greeted the doctor
with cheers and huzzas as the party
drove off-they were soon set down at
their respective dwellings, and the
| next day the waterman (who had been
true to his appointment in calling at
the doctors lodgings with his hat,
coat, and wig)had the JOY to receive
an g EarI's Protection" from Lord Wis
count Falkland, by which not only pre-.
sent danger was removed from the man,
but he was secured from future dread
of press-gangs, and the prayers
and blessings Of an honest family were
| added to the doctors self,satisfaction
| in having performed benevolent &C.
ton.
Bo,v-street Mr.. jeremiah Miller
| was charged with assauIting the person,
| and cutting the throat, and breaking
the best black chip bonnet OF Mrs. Ma
| ~ Jones, the sprightly spouse OF Mr.:
Griffith Jones, Cambrian purveyor OF
sky5he to very large portion OF the
| worthy tea-drinkers Of St. Clemens
Danes. Mr.. Jeremiah Miller is a
green islander, who, after5many vicis-
STUDIES, has settled down as a green.
grocer, s. picks up pretty living by the
dispensation of praturs, parsnips, and
pot-herbs, from his own rented place in
that lac Of slop-slush and fog, which
leadeth from St. Clements church
ward to the mutton manufactures in
Clare-market. He is great contem-
ner of soap and water; and has NOR
| tai antipathy to razors; but he is a
man of merry temperament withal
and it was this merry temperament
that brought him into his present pre-.
dicament with Mrs. Jones "And
please your Worship" said Mrs. Jones,
"as was standing on step opposite
Jerry Miller's shop last night, he and
his second wife, and his first wife's
daughter, and two or three others OF
'em, sailed out at me, basted me shame
full, and dragged me about by the hair
of my head cut my throat with apiece
Of broken glass, and ranted my best
black chip bonnet all to tatters!!"
This was an awful charge; but awfnl
as it was, Mrs. Jones could not deliv-
er it without laughing. 8 Here, your
Worship" she continued, holding the
tattered bonnet on one hand, and a
quantity Of hair in the other" here
your Worship, here's my bonnet and
here's my hair pulled offmy head, and
here's my throat cut, as you see"
Here she pointed to scar on her fair
neck, and still she smiled and Uttered,
and seemed to have much ado to help
laughing outright. His Worship
complimented her on the good humor
with which she bore so many injuries,
and asked her what provocation so
sweet tempered a person could posi-
bly, have given. "Why, sir only
laughed at song Jerry Miller was
singing" replied the merry Mrs. Jones.
81 heard him singing in his little bit
of shop, & l could not help laugh
ing it was so funny % and then she
laughed again at the recollection Of
it, His Worship expressed some
curiosity to know what song it was
that could still excite her mirth, in
spite of so much iu-treatment; and,
with some pressing she said it was
something about
" Oh there was barber, whose name it was
Pat,
And to him came the butcher'swife, greasy and
fat,
Singing, t,cadls um, t,oeed uH, twido!"
1t was admitted on all hands, that
such song well sung, must be ire
sistable, especially in that partic.
ular neighbourhood; the magistrate
asked MIR. Miller what he had to sa for
himself. claws bless your life and
soul, sir !" replied Mr.. Miller" there
isn't n,onny syllibk of truth in it from
beginning to end ! It's all spite 2pe
jillssy, agent me, because she's got IN
to holy alliance with the green-gro.
GERS shop over against mine. "And
what are your praturs pound, Jerry
Miller" said she. "Don't be axing
the price, when ye don't want the pra-
fus'Mrs. Jones" says l and with that
she stoops down and grambles up
double hantle of slush.-"What is
slush?' said his Worship. Wet hay
and sludgs replied Mr.. Miller, and
she grasples up double hantle OF
slush, and slaps it right at me =
That was very wrong said his Wor-
ship. "Sure it was, rejoined Mr..
Miller, and with that my people went
out at her & there wasa bit OF skr'n'-
mage, but never laid my own list up
on her at all; if did, there isn't pra.
| tm in Common garden this day.
Mrs. Jones, in reply declared that
there was not monnossyaotk OF truth
in Mr.. Miller's statement, and she
called a disinterested witness, who
swore that he saw Mr.. Miller and his
wife take Mrs. Jones up in their arms