Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1829-10-01
THURSDAY, OCTOBER /, 1929.
THE OLD GENrLEMAN's rEEroTuM.

at the loot OF Inc long range VI 'hS -'i'"H'P
hills, standeih village, which Tor obvious rea'
sous we shall conceal the precise locality o. oy
besrowing thereon the appeilation OF SlockwriL
II lieth in nook, or indrnta,ion, of the moan
tain; and Us population may be said IN more
than one sense OF the word, 10 be extremely
dense, being confined within narrow hmi's oY
rocky and sterile ground, and Drawing stream
which ever and anon assumes the aspect oil an
impetuous river, and then dwindlcs away into
plav,hing for the little boys to hop over. The
principal trade Of the Stockwellites is in Goals,
which certain OF the industrious operative ma
lives sedulously employ themselves IN extract
ing from our mother earth, while others are en-
gagged in conveying the BLACK diamonds to va
Iious adjacent towns, in carts Of sundry shapes
and dimensions. The horses engaged in this
traffic are Of the Rosinan,e species, and too OFT
en- literally raw boned, inasmuch, thai II IS
sometimes a grievous sight to see them tug
girg and wofui thing to hear their masters
swearing, when mounting steep ascent with
one Of the aforesaid loads.
Wherever civilized people dwell, there must
be ;rade: and consequently, Stockwel hath lis
val ious africans, who ply, each IN his VOCATION
10 supply the wants OF others; and, moreover,
il hath It's inn, or public house, place oil TO
small importance, having for its sign swing
ing creaking board, whereon is embazoned the
efigy Of roaring, red and rampant Lion
HiyA towering above the said Lion, are 1he
branches Of n solitary elm, the foot OF which
is encircled bv q seat, especially convenient LOT
those guests whose taste IL is to blow cioud
in the open aira and il is OF two individuals,
who were much given thereon to enjoy their
'oiium cum digniiate, that we are. about to
speak.
George Svms haG long enjoyed a monopoly
ID thu shoe m2 King and cobhling line, lthoush
him. and Peter Brown was man well TO do in
The world, beirg 'the man woT shod the raw
bnnpd horses before mentioned, him aud his
father, and grandfather as the parish CLERK said
for time imIne mortal These two worthless
were RECALLING themselves, as was their won'ed
custom, each with his uiut upon small table
which was placed for their accommodation,
b. fore the said beach. |, was fine evening
in the last autumn; and we could say great
deal abou, the beautiful linis which the beams
of the setting sun shed upon The hills side, and
urdulaIing distant outline, and how the clouds
sppeared OF fiery red, and, anon, Of pale yell
low. had we leisure for description, but neither
George Syms nor Peter Brown hrcled hes
matters. and our present business is with them.
They had discussed all The village news
the last half Of the last pipe had been pulled in
silence and they were reduced TO the dilemma
wherein mauv brace Of intimate friends have
found
bout. Each had observed three times that il
was very hot, and each had responded three
times-'Yes,. il is They were AT perfect
stand still: they shook out the ashes from their
pines and yawned simultaneously They
felt that indulgence however grateful, is apt 10
GLOW even nnder the elm tree, and the red ram
pant Lion. But, as Docier Watts says,
ssatsn finds some mischief still,
.E-z For idle hands to do
and they agreed 10 have 'another pint which
Sally who was ever ready al their birding
brought forthwith, aud then they endeavored o
q ally; but the effort was vain-the thread OF
econversaf ion was broken, and hey could not
fconnee, l.. aud so they slipped and yawned, til
Peer Brnw, observed, Sit is CITING dsrk,-
SAY replied Georgs Syms.
Al this moment an elderly stranger, Of a
shabby -g-n,eel appearance, approached the
lion, aud inquired the road TO an adjoining
village. you are late, SIR said George Syms.
-.Yes,' replied the stranger, am and he
threw himself on the bench, and took of his
hat, and wiped his forehead, and observed, that
il was very snluy, and he was qui,e tired
This is a good house. said Peter Brown
and il you are not obliged 10 go on, wouldn't
if were you'-'It makes little difference to
me- replied the stranger and so, as Ind
myself in good company, here goes! and he
began 10 call about him, Notwithstanding his
shabby appearance, with the air Of one who has
money in his pocket TO pay his way Three |
makes good company observed Peter Brown |
- Az, ay.' said the stranger. Holla there !!
bring me another pint! This walk has made
me coofoundedly thirsty. You may as well
make il a poland be quick'
Messrs. Brown and Syms were greatly pleas.
ed with this additional guest at their symposi>
nm; and the trio sat and talked Of the wind.
and the weather, and the roads, and the coal
trade, and drank and smoked to their hearts,
content, ill again time began to hang heavy,
and then the Stranger asked the two friends,
if hey ever played at feetotum.-'Play at
wha,l' asked Peter Brown.-'PIsy Al whaG'
inquired George Syms.-' Al tee-tO tum,"
replied the stranger, gravely, taking pair
Of snrctacles from one pocket Of his waist