Martinsburg gazette and public advertiser. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1826-1833, 1833-09-19
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NhtHteg.-k ADDRESSING TRUCKER
Georgian) | say, Mister, you haint
seed nothing of no umbrella no where's
about here, haint you7
Cracker.--Now, I'll tell you what,
stranger, if you'll jist untwist that and
say it over again, I'll gin we an answer.
Nm.-Now-do tell; guess you are
about as snappish as Deacon Holmes
new invented sheep sheers; they not
only took the wool clean off, but shaw.
ed the ears and tail with i'll
Crack. Recommendations,
figure In with me in mint julep, if you
know what that is. MINIS all the 90
Southland if you want to get the first
chop go to the grave of any southern
nullifier who might have recently died,
and there you'll find the mint, as they
say, shooting up spontaneously.
Nnt.-No!-you don't say so! Well,
now, that's good one. Howsomedc-
yer, mister, ! guess you never drink d
no 6lackstrap, did you7 'Spose you
havn't. Why, bless your good soul,
its the sweetest drink that ever streak
ed down common sized gullet. Lass
es and rum with little dash o'wather.
Why, do you know, when Deacon
Shocks died he was buried in farmer
Greg's old lot, just behind Major Stakes
grocery and liquor store; you know
where it isi--Well, ever since he was
laid there, which may be, / guess, a
bout twelve years ago, there's been u
spring of blackstrap running.
Crdck.-Well, stranger, you can
take the rag off the bush, about lee.
tie the cleanest ever heard tell. |
reckon you'll beat our old niger Coot,
who once run agin lawyer, and has
never been able to tell the truth since.
You can come huckleberry over my
perslmmon to-day.
Original and True.-A servant wo.
man, near our office, was employed
to do the cooking for a family. When
the hour for dinner arrived, the land
lady inquired whether dinner was rca.
dy? No, ma'am, was the reply; have
not yet finished stringing the beans
The cook was industriously at work
seeing the beans on strings. Lord,
what shall do, the company are wait
ing. Indeed, ma'am, | don't know;
you told me to string the beans, which
am doing with allmy nightly Y.Gas.
".Stringing the Beans"-the account
OF, has appeared, but Boiling the Tea
Kettle" is yet to come. In family at
the west end of the city, lives an hon.
est Irish woman, for the purpose of at.
lending culinary work. She was di.
rected on the first afternoon of her re-
sidence, to boil the tea kettle "a very
common phrase) as early as possible.
After waiting long time, and no signs
of tea, Mrs. went in to ascertain
why the delay-when, 10! the tea ket.
tie was boiling, it having been put in.
TO large pot, and was boiling-if hot
water, with great fire could produce
The effect. What are you about Pat
fy! Why, | am doing what you told
me to do-bOihng the tea kettle.-Bost.
Cent.
A Blush.-"Whata mysterious thing
is a blush! that single word, or a look,
or a thong hit should send that inimita.
BILE carnation over the cheek, like the
soft tints of summer sunset! Strange.
too, that it is only the face-the 6u.
man face--that is capable of blushing!
The hand or foot does not turn red
with modesty or shame, any more than
the glove or stock which covers it. 1t
is the face that is the heaven of the
soul!-there may be traced the intel
lectual phenomena, with confidence
amounting to moral certainty. A sin.
gle blush should put the infidel to shame,
and prove to him the absurdity of the
doctrines Of chance"