Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Mass.) 1828-1830, 1828-11-04

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tom, the nightly nurse. "Mrs. Jones III
presume, Madam :" said Charles, bovine
most respectfully to her inaudiable list
shoes. No." simpered the flattered
feminine, very proud of the mistake
Mrs. Shuffiebottom, night nurse. &c. at
your service" curtsying herself down to
about half her latitude. "Well, then
good morning to Mrs. Shufflebottom. at
my service! Pray how is Jones this
morning I've just arrived from the
West Indies, and the first thing which I
hear is, that Jones, my dear Jones, is ilIp'
-" Yes, i'll indeed, Sir, poor dear gentle
man: he S had five physicians p GIVE
physicians p exclaimed Charles, " that s
very dangerous, indeed. He must be a
hale, hearty man to survive such an at
tack Five physicians poor man poor
Jones !! Good morning, Madam nv
compliments, and all that" May /
have the honour of your name 2" curtsi-
ed Mrs. S. cob certainly, certainly
Hurricane, Madam-Mr. Hurricane, from
the West-Indies- the agent.
You ii wake poor Mr.. Jones, if he should
happen to be asleep, and tell him that cal
led, but not wishing to disturb him, will
call again" La Sir" exclaimed Mrs.
S., "you are the very gentleman that Mr..
Jones is SO anxious to see! Very pos
sibly, very likely but really cannot wait
| We my cousin Thomson to call on, and
condole with him on the death of his wifes
pug dog-poor things, they have no chill
dren, and such a loss is consequently very
terrible p But he is SO anxious to see
you," urged Mrs. S. clio! certainly he
shall but I must see Thomson immedi-
ately; you II say my name is Hurricane
Hurricane I am in the greatest posi-
BILE haste, or would wait on Mr.. Jones.
Good morning, Madam; Hurricane
you III remember 7" tapping Mrs. S. on
the elbow impatiently with walking
cane and then off he went, leaving the
nurse in womanly wonder at his GOODNESS.
Two hours are past, and he has again
knocked at Jones's door, as if he would
knock him down who opened it; and again
Mrs. Shuffiebottom descends in all the
freshness ola laced tucker, :founced apron,
morning gown, and "shining morning
face" Well, how s Jones now z" "The
powers of goodness p exclaimed she, lift
ing up her hands and her eyes ct am
as glad as May-queen that you We come
back so soon, sir. Poor Mr.. Jones, as
soon as he heard that white gentleman
from the West Hinges had called, leaped
out of bed like lunatick mailman"
" Just so Then he is better; I IN very
glad to hear it indeed-very! Good morn
ing, Madam, and my compliments, and
whatever is usual to be said on these in
teresting occasions" (Going.) "But,
my dear sir" demonstrated Mrs. S., seiz-
ing him by the button, he wishes of all
things to see you; pray now do, dear Mr..
Harry Cane, walk in" implored the
kindly nurse. ut S impossible, my dear
est Madam !" But he s dying, sir !"
insisted she. every good: but he must
not die till see him; we the most
positive engagement with my particular
friend, Wilson, who is leaving town for
his country-honse at Islington. The re-
signed old gentleman would think me
particularly unfeeling if did not see him
set off" swell, but my dear sir"
" Mrs. Shuff1ebottom !" said Charles, with
mock earnestness and solemnity, it is
impossible. Good morning, and my COM
pliments as BEFORE"
Mrs. Shufflebottom looked all astonish-
ment; and quietly shutting the door, and
then opening it again, to look once more
after the author of her wonderment, she
shut it and went up stairs to poor Jones,
who was more sick with impotence than
any other complaint, and told him what
strange gentleman " that Mr.. Harry Cane
was" "The man must be brute to tri-
file with dying man !'' vociferated Jones,
as he pushed his patient nurse out of the
room, and halfway down stairs. If |
had ever treated any man so, | should
have deserved this !"-and then he kicked
his rheumatick and venerable valet into
the anti-chamber.
At 8 o'clock Charles returns the
knock, the Mrs. S., and the Well, hows
Jones Z" again occur to which the nurse,
who had not yet recovered from the rude
ness with which she had been thrust out
Of the bedroom, All, sir, poor Mr.. Jones
is certainly mad, and will not outlive this
day !" EXACTLY so, replied Charles,
coolly playing with his cane; then l III
call tomorrow; for I have promised to-
meet the very best fellow in the world, my
friend jackson. Good morning Mrs.
Shuttle" {" bottom he would have
said, but the good nurse at that moment
remembering the push she had down