Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1830-08-12
PHTRE FLINT.

Phoebe Flint lived with family in the
interior of New-England, where she was
instructed in the mysteries Of spinning and
weaving, and the fabrication of pumpkin
pies, Indian meal buildings; and in these
desirable qualifications Phoebe was well
initiated before the commencement Of this
story. Phoebe was little irl,-that is,
she could lift huge back log and mend
her own stockings; but she had two ofthe
failings so universal in her sex, and against
the indulgence of which, intend at some
future time to advise you. Phoebe never
saw riding whip so long as her tongue,
and riding whips never did so much exc
cution among unruly children, as did this
same ominous weapon. But in addition 10
her love Of argument, Phoebe would 1.-THE
sex are all alike,) fall in love, and when
she set about it, rock never sank deeper
in water, than Phoebe did in love, and the
rock never made more splashing than did
Phoebe's perpetual motion. never
heard her talk but once, and by the bless
ing of good pair of heels, never will a.
gain. A mutton chop which she was broil-
ing at the time, was absolutely covered
with huge drops Of perspiration, and the
butter she had put upon it, positively stop
ped melting in establishment. For myself
was skulking away, but the wench laid
hold Of my queue and held me fast until
tainted. How I got out Of the house with
unbroken bones, is yet mystery to me ;
but when recovered my senses, Phoebe
was singing as if nothing had happened
Phoebe Flint tumbled into puddle often
der passion, merely through obstinacy, and
although she made many woful struggles,
and threw her limbs like drowning per-
son, she was only up to her ANGLES. and
might have walked out with the smalles
exertion, if she had been inclined. Blu
alas she was not inclined, for she hat
stolen apples in her youth, and knew full
we'll that sour grapes were better thar
sweet ones, If she but helped herself. TIN
plain truth is, her mistress, (happy woman
she was hard of hearing) wished to cool
up match between Phoebe her cook
and her son. But Phoebe was all brim
stone, and the modest youth blushed lik'
an alder-berry at the very thought. Eli
love warmed his heart, as a willow switc
did his back in days past but although
bad youth, and corporal, he dared not at
tack the citadel Of Phoebe'S affection, with
out the aid of his notable mother. On
day when dinner was belared, and the oil
lady was singing one end of goose, Will
Phoebe picked the pin feathers from tn
other, the matron preached the ubject.-
She did it as she would have preached
barrel of cider, taking a little at first, I,
see if it was rily, and mending the draugh
to see if it was agreeable.
Phoebe said the lady, as she cut Of
one of the fowls legs, you are good girl
and
'Yes'm, / know ] am. Yon nigh,
have sarched the town over, and never
come across girl that could do half the
work can in a day. | sweep
Yes, Phoebe, you are
Il sweep all the chambers, except that
where your lazy son sleeps. who was not
up before you'd done breakfast this
morning. ! busted all tho chairs and pa
pers in the east room, darned patch in
your husbands great coat
well Phoebe, my SOP
'And he promised me jean enough for a
pair OF STAYS, if I'D only york so woll an
other morning. ! cleaned up tho cellar,
and put all the potatoes into one bin, and
lifted both barrels Of cider on the old horse,
after trying 10 get that lazy son Of yours
'Is6ould like to speak ofthaI son. Ma
than's--'
/ He's pIaguy Ounce no tried to kiss
limo, the other day; bur guess no Got q