Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1832-07-04
A SCENE AT PRIMROSE COTTAGE.

sc z DO protest and vow," exclaimed the en-
II ! ragged Mrs. Primrose to her faithful hus-
band Ichabod Primrose, Esq 81 do protest, Icha-
bod. that you are the most silly and idle creature
that ever existed! Your folly is absolutely insult
ierablc, and if did not possess all the philosophy
Of Roman matron, YOU would drive me stark
staring mad dollars for n lottery ticket in
the Grand State Loitery,-f5ur dollars in fhe
School Fund, five dollars in the Union Canal =
ten dollars in the Dismal Swamp,-besides n
variety of losses in the Delaware, Maine, Nir-
ginia and Grand Consolidated Lotteries; and af-
ter all these high expectations, what do yon get
but Biank! BiankU BiankH! Edo protest, Mr.
Primrose, there must he remedy for this folly;
for nv part am weary of it, and stop it shall or
| and all the little Prmroses must look for II
separate maihtanancs."'s
Ichabod was a man Of for,itudc, and had not
been henpecked five and twenty years last
Whitsuniide for nothing; it had taught him pru-
dence, iorbearanCe and philosophy, and learned
him to listen with silent compacency to the rail-
ings of a restvc rib he therefore made no reply to
the tumult Of words with which he was assailed,
but like the Duke OF Marlboro at the battle of
Bleinheim, laughed at the angry elements. Mrs
Primrose was one OF those kinds of Hates who
are only ifrtated by the attempts that are made
10 appease them, and the louder Ichabod laughed
the louder Kate raved Ichabod at length
scratched his head, looked wise and mysterious,
put on the philosopher and statesman, and in the
act of approaching the mirror to survey
himself, dropped from his hat bundle marked
in large lesible charaters,
\ ".SIO,OOO,"
Mrs; Primrose cast an eager eye at the packet
she was asst tonished-a maZement filled her
SOUL as she exclaimed ."lord-a-Inarcy, Ichabod,
what have you got in that package? Ichabod light
ing first rate Spanish, siniIingIy replied, "only
ten thousand dolars-tcn thousand dollars my
deary, to make you blest, and me and all the
little Primrose- happy for fe.' "And where
did you get it Ichabod' where did you get it,"
''In the Lottery my darling. in the Lottery-so
a fig for care say for now can buy OIL the We
ry Je'il himself. bought the tickle, Of
4 Dnnetord,
the favored! son Of Fortune--thc dispenser Of her
favors-ahd now--IIuRRAH FOR
DINNEFORD!N'
A sweet smile of compacency now piay'd over
the features of Mrs. Primrose; she wrapt lchabod
in one of these sweet embraces, to which for Five
and Twenty years he had been stranger to, and
pronounced him n paragon of virtue, wisdom, and
prudence. ."You were wise Ichabcd, said she,
in purchasing a ticket, and always knew You
would bring me fortune" That very night there
was gala given at Primrose cottage; all was JOY
within, and all the little Dcky and Debby Prm-
roses blessed the happy, happy hour when their
father purchased ticket OF
DINNEFORD,'
and Ichabod as in duty bound, Immediately adj
dressed letters to all his country cousins, friends
and neighbours, advising them that
DINNEFORD
has opened Temple to Fortune in Newport,
Where he will sell prizes of all denominations
to which lchabod advises all who. wish to secure
Fortunes to repair and get chance III some OF
the splendid schemes, TO be drawn
/ THIS WEEK. Ijy, 4