The Litchfield County post., 1827-11-15

me- To this defiance the imperturable stran-
ger replied, / come, thou CONTEST he comes,
we come, you come, they come and there
upon he arose with great GOODNESS, aud fol-
| lowed his challenger. In those days, when
every gentleman wore sword, duels were
speedily despatched. They went into
[ neighbOring alley, and the Englishman un-
I shathing his weapon, said to his antagonist,
Now, sir, you must fight me- i fight re-
piled the other, thou fehtest, he fights, we
! fight, you fight and here he made thrust
: they fight and here he disarm"d his adver-
sary. 'Well,' said the Englishman, you
have the best of it, and am satisfied, said
the original, sheathing his sword, thou art
satisfied, he is satisfied, we are satisfied, you
are satisfied, they are satisfied II am glad
every body is satisfied said the Englishman,
but pray leave ofquizzing me in this strange
manner, and tell me what is your object, if
you have any, in doing So The grave gentle
man now, for the first time, became intelligi-
| BILE. Il am Dutchman,' said he, and am
learning your language. find it very diff
cult to remember the peculiarities of English
verbs, and my tutor has advised me, in order
to fix them in my mind, to coniugate every
verb that hear spoken. This | have made
it rule to do: don't like to have my plans
broken in upon while they are in operation, or
could have told you before The Engiishman
laughed heartily, and invited the conjugating
Dutchman to due with them. l will dine
replied he, thou witt dine, he will dine, we
will dine, you will dine, they will dine, we
will all dine together This they accord
ngly did, and it was hard to say whether the
Dutchmar ate or corrugated with most per-
severance
The editor of the Statesman, after giving
the Conjugating Dutchman, affords the fol-
lowing story, which is equally worth saving.
"This story is quite parallel to an occur
renee in the western part of Kentucky some
years ago. A little travelling Frenchman,
| CHANGED to breakfast in company with tall,
honey, Jonathan, whose appetite was in pro-
portion to the magnitude of his frame and
who ate more at meal than little Monsieur
would have done in a week. The French
man was astonished at his gastronomic per-
f0rmances, and after restraining his curiosity
for some time, asked with f1ourishing bow
Sare, uiL you be so polite as tell me is dat you
dinnair or yon breaktass cat you make ~
The Yankee at first made no reply; but mon
sieur, not satisfied, again asked-.Sare, ave de
politics. to tell me is dat you din',air or you
breakjass uot you make g. Go to the devil"
says Jonathan, feeling himself insulted. A
challenge ensued, and the Kentucky rifle pro-
we'd 40 much for the little Frenchman's vi
tality. While he was writhing in his last ag-
onics, Jonathan's compassion was awakened,
and he entreated the little Frenchman if there
was any thing he could do for him, though it
should cost him years to perform it, to let him
know, and it should be performed. 80 Mon
sieur," replied the dying man, "ten me. GAS
dat you break ass or go" din''air you did make,
an IviA die happie."
VENrRILoQUIsM.--A the low COM
panions of the late Duke Of Orleans was an
Able. who by his talent contributed to the a.
musement of his highness. One Sunday that
the ducal family dined in the country the Alb
be was left solitary, and at a loss how to en-
ploy his time. Calling a hackney coach in
the square adjoining to the palace, he order
ed it to drive to St. Cloud. The Coachman
had scarcely passed the barrier when he was
astonished by three voices in his vehicle,
with mingled threats and cries of murder.
Stopping his horses he descended, opened the
door, and saw nothing but our Able, who af-
fected to sleep profoundly. Jehu, rubbing bis
ewes, began to doubt of his ears, and even
Of his mental sanity, but drove silently on till
passing the gate, at Bots de Boulogne, some
what resembling Hyde park, but with numer-
GUS thickets. Here he was again astounded
by three or four voices in his coach but it
was woman defending herself from violence
and again descending he found his fare fast a
sleep. Towards the middle of the Bots de
BouIogne the highway passes through a
deep sand. and the carriages Of course, are
constrained to slow progress Here the
Able gently opened the coach door, stepped
on the sand, and retiring obliqiely behind,
gained the nearest tkicket, where he dined at
his ease, as he had concealed cold chicken,
and wicker bottle of wine.-Meanwhile the
coachman proceeds to st. Cloud, stops at a
tavern, alights opens his door and filings down
the steps, and perceives his carriage is void
and empty. Cursing his destiny ON losing his
fare, at such gainful day as Sunday is to the
tribe, he was obliged to refresh his horses and
eat a morseI, after which he returned in sor-
row and dismay, when the Able by the same
advantage of the sandy road,approached from
behind and opening the door, glided into the
coach, where he remained in great silence. till
the driver stopped at the first stand in Paris, ca
ger to supply the loss Of time: but ne was ready
to lose what few senses he retained, when he
saw his fare pop his head out Of the window.
and heard him exclaim, ito the square where
you took me up" He Obeyed in great ter
ror, and hat in hand let the Able descend ;
but, when the money was offered, he hastily
mounted his box, and drove Oft, roaring, mo