Litchfield enquirer., 1830-06-03
A TTREsoME GUEST. He sits, and sC;l fcyx5e,. if.

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 There is belonging to the race of hue
 man bipeds, sort of oftroublesone beings.
 who, setting no value on their own tims' care very little how much they trespass -or. that of their more industrious neiehbors.
 They are sort of stay forever persons: who having talked over the whole world at one sitting, commence and talk 1t over anew, from beginning to end, before they are ready to take their leave. In a word. they sit, and sit, long enough to fully ius. eity the motto we have just quoted. Re- sides their disposition to hang on, there is generally about these persons a wonderfoT hebetude. slowness at taking a hint. uns parslleled with the rest of the human race.
 To give single instance of this sitt;ng propensity, we will introduce the story oS a plain spoken old lady from the land of steady habits. ,,.
 " I never seed the beat ofthat are Cant Spinitout." said she; "wculd you believe it, be called at our house last evening iese as l had done milking, and wanted to Eor< row my brass kitt1e for his wife to make ap< pie sauce in. o yes, says I, she may have it in welcome, Captain Spinitout and went directly and fetched it out of the back room. and set it down by him. Wen, pres- ently our tea was ready, and I couldn't do less than ask him to take tea with uss e no, he said, he couldn't stay minute b,ft however, he concluded he'd take a drink of cider with my husband, and so he did. We'll, after we'd done tea, took my knit ting and worked till ! thought it high time honest people should be a-bed. But Can't Spinitout had forgot his hurry, and there he was still setting and talking with my husband as fast as ever. I hate above ali things to be rude, but I could not heIp hin. ting to the captain that it was growing late. and may be his wife is waiting for the kit. tie. But he didn't seem to take the hins at sll-there he sot, and sot, and sot.
 |" Finding that words wouldn't have any effect, I next rolled up my knitting work. set back the chairs, and told the gals 'twas time to go to bed. But the Captain didn't mind the hint no more than if it had beer the bite of a fea--but there he sol, and sot., and sot. .'.
 Well, next Ipulled off my shoes and roasted my feet as I commonly do jest be- fore going to bed but the Captain did'ne mind it.no more than nothing at all-thers he sot, and sot, and sot.
 "I then kivered up the fire, and thought he couldn't help taking the hint; bus Ia i,s s aot ha 65 didnt sd take no notice ont at all,
 Think says I you're pretty slow at ta- king hint, Captain Spinitout; SO said plainly that I thought it was bedtime speaking always to my husband ;; but 50 I thought the Captain couldn't help taking it to himself -but, la, it didn't do no good at all--for there he sot, and sot and sot.
 "Seeing there was no likelihood of his going home, axed him if he would stay all night. O no, he said, he couldn't possibly stay minute So seeing there was no use in saying any thing, \ went to bed. But, la, would you think it. whenI got up in the morning, as true as I'm alive. there was Capt. Spinitcut, setting jest where left him the night before-and there," concluded the old lady, lifting up
 her hands in despairing attitude, |. and
 there he sot. and sot, and sos. ."- CoastsI-
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