Martinsburg gazette and public advertiser. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1826-1833, 1829-10-01
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Bean, nobody would suspect me for
ma nkering after the women again 10 a |
hurry. TO hear me curse and swear
and rail out against the whole teml-
nine gender, you would have taken 1t
for granted, that | should never so
much as look at one of them again, to
all eternity. O, but was wicked -
Darn and blast their eyes, says !
Blame their skins; torment their
hearts, and darn them 10 darnatlon'
Finally / took an oath, aud swore that
f | ever meddled, or had any dealings
with them again Tin the sparkling line
I mcan,j | wished might be hung
aud choaked.
Bot swearing off from women, and
then going into meeting house,
cbock foil Of gals, all shining and CHS
tening in their sunday clothes and
clean faces, is like swearing of from
liquor and going into grog shop. Its
all smoke.
held out and kept firm to my oath
for lhrse whole Sundays Forenoons
and afternoons and intermIssions com.
plste. On the fourth there were
strong symptoms of change OF wea-
Their. A chap, about my size, was
seen on the way to the meeting house,
with new patent hat on; his head
hung by the ears, upon shirt collar;
his cravat had pudding in 1t, and
branched out in front. into a double
bow knot He carried a straigh! back
and stiff neck, as man ought to when
he has his hes, clothes on; and every
time he spit he sprung his body for
ward like jack knife, in order 10 shoot
clear Of the roffies.
Squire Jones' pew is next but two
to mine; and when stand up 10 pray
ers, and take my coat tail under my
arm, and turn my back TO the minis
ter, naturally look right strait al Sally
Jones. Now Sally Jones has got a
face not to be grinned at in fog -
Indeed, as regards beauty. Some folks
think she can pull an even yoke with
Patty Bean. For my part | think
there is not much boot between them
Any how, they are SO nigh matched
that they have hated aud despised each
other like rank poison, ever since they
were school girls.
Squire Jones had got his evening
fire on, and set himself down TO read
log the great bible, when he heard
rap at bis door. Walk in-Well
John, how der do? Git cut, Pompey-
Pretty well, l thank ye, Squire; and
how do you dor Why, so as TO be
crawling-ye ugly beast, will ye hold
yer yop; haul up a chair and set down,
John
How do yo,s do, Mrs. Jones? o,
midlin,' how's your marin? Dop'
for get the mat, there, Mr. Beedie.'
This put me in the mind that had
been off soundings several times. in
the long muddy lane; and my boots
were in sweet pickle
1t was now old captain Jones' turn
the grandfather. Being reused from
a dose, by the hustle and racket, he
opened both his eyes, at first with
wonder and establishment. At last
he began TO halloo so loud, that you
might hear him mile; for he takes
it for granted that every body is just
exactly as deaf as he is
who is il? Isay, who 10 the world
is n:' Mrs. Jones going close TO the
ear, screamed out, it's Johnny Bee
die. 'Ho, Johnny Beedle. Iremem-
Der, he was one summer at the siege
of Boston, No, no, father, bless y our
heart, that was his grandfather, that's
been dead and gone this twenty years
Flo; but where does he come from
Down town. 'HO-And what does
he follow for livin:' And he did
not stop asking questions. after this
sort, till all the particulars of The Bee
die family were published aud pro
claimed in Mrs. Jones' last screech.
He then sunk back into his doSe again.
The dog stretched himself before
one andiron: The cat squat down be-
lore The other. Silence came on by |
degrees, like calm snow storm, till |
nothing was heard bu! cricket under |
he hearth, keeping tune with sappy |
yellow birch forestick. Sally sal up |
prim as if she were pinned to the chair |
back; her hands crossed gen;eely upon /
her lap, and her eyes looking straight |
nto the fire. NANNY Jones tried 10 |
'traishten herself too, and laid her
lands across her lap. But they wonld
not Law siilt IL was faII twenty fonr