The Massachusetts spy, and Worcester County advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1825-1831, 1829-08-05
From tie N: z. Com. .adpertissr.

TURN ABOUT Is FAIR Play. An intelli-
gent friend left with US the other day a
memorandum in writing, (which we regret
to say we have lost, happily illustrating the
truth OF the foregoing adage. He must
accept this as an apology for our not using
bis words; but the facts dwell on our mem
/ DRY. A parsimonious individual hired a
couple of our colored brethren to dig him a
cIstern, for fourteen shillings of our curren-
/ cy. The gentlemen Of a sangainary COM
plexIon thought it tough bargain; partic-
'uIariy as no appliances and means to boot'
were offered to them. They had to dig and
throw the dirt up, without any boards to
help them, like certain set of philosophi-
cal operatives who once went a digging in
| Africa, to see what the inside of the world
was made of. Nevertheless, having no 9th
! er job on hand, these two worthy men
agreed to the proposition made to thosn,
and proceeded to scoop out iUiU an the
earth, in which the cistern might be adjust
ed. 1t was to be twelve feet deep and
when they had got so far down that their
polls were parallel with the surface Of the
earth, it began to be plaguy troublesome for
them to heave out the dirt, much Of which
came back upon their own pates. Besides
| this, the sides of the pit which they mad
wrought for the first day, the hole they
made was singularly looking perform
ance. They thought they had honestly
earned their fourteen shillings, and the
owner of the premises thought that the va
Guilty looked unfit for the reception of a
cistern. On the next day they went at it
again, with honest intentions, singing up.
with Sisyphean labor not only the aborig-
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come from the sides of the hole without an
invitation. While they were in this pre-
dicament' their penurious employer came
along to taste the air in his yard, and see
how they got along. They embraced the
opportunity of stating to him, that they had
bad job on hand, and that the fourteen
shillings was an insufficient compensation.
He had never read Adam Smith or Ricardo
on Political Economy, nor even Howard's
ESSAYS on the art of keeping house, la rare
and valuable book and brutally reprimand-
ed them, threatened to discharge them both,
| for not understanding their business. They
indicated themselves in their own naturally
genteel manner, and advised him to jump
in and Judge for himself whether they were
not transacting their business as well as the
nature of the circumstances would admit.
He jumped in, accordingly, and they scTam-
bled out; but he had no sooner gotten
to the bottom of the hole, than an avalanche
of sand tumbled in after him, and fastened
| him by the trotters as firmly as yestal
virgin ever was, who had been buried alive
for lndiscretion- In this plckt5, he roslG
not help himself without the aid Of man.
! Our two citizens who were of less fair
complexion than HIMSELF stood chuckling
and grinning on the brink of the little abyss,
ito use Hybernicsm,) while he called to
them in an outrageous voice to come down
and dig him out /" No, no, massa," said
George, who was one of the cuffees-" not
in de contrack." sob, but George, that's
nonsense, come and dig me out" No,
no, massa, not in de contTack. But | tell
you what-gib us something good, and may
be wen dig you out gratlts." Well, after
you dig me out, III give you something
good" No, no, massa- Let Sam 60 get
something good fuss. Den may be we'll
dig YOU out. massa." The citizen was
obliged to find his breeches pocket as well
as he could, and to throw out two shilling
piece, which, after careful examination,
was pronounced genuine. Sambo went for
g something good" and Geoige dug his
employer out, at his leisure. We have no
room to-day to add the moralities to this
story.
| MONUMENTAL INSCRIPTION. In Trinity
church yard, in New York city, there is an
| inscription on tomb so singular and affect
! ingly beautiful we cannot forbear to record
it, and the emotions it awakens in the bos-
ON OF a stranger. 1t is an ohlong pile Of
masonry surmounted by slab of stone, on
which are deeply cut the following words
MY MOTHER.
| The trumpet shall sound and The dead shall rise.
There are no other letters or characters
! to be found on the slab or the pile. Il there
| is one inscription in the thousand languages
/ that are, or have been, of earth, fitted to
retain its sublime meaning through every
! period of time up to the resurrection morn
4 ing, it is this. The writer seemed aware
that names would be forgotten and titles
! fade from the memory of the world. He,
therefore, engraved the name by which he
( first knew her who gave him birth, on the
stone-and the dearest of all names-that
of mother shall send u thrill through the
heart of every one who may ever lean over
this monumental pile. If any shall wish to
know further of her, who had child to en-
grave her most enduring name upon rock,
/ he is sublil.ely referred to the sounding of
the trumpet and the rising Of the dead,
when he may know all---Pdiladium.
SAGAcIrx IN Doc. On Tuesday, the
Goth Of May, while James Donaldson was
passing in cart through the village OF
j Lennoxton, he had occasion to step cut and
4 stop behind little TO speak to some person,
at the same time leaving his dog in the
\ cart. Almost Immediately thereafter, he
was not a little disconnected to observe
however, that the horse had taken fright
and made off, He, however, received
prompt and effectual aid from quartz
least to be expected His faithful dog has
M SIMMER Seen the horse RIM AWAY. than III