The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1835-03-04


sweat began to crawl all over me. got my eye
upon nv hat hanging on peg, on the road to the
door; and then eyed the door. At tins moment
the old Captain, all at once sung ont Johnny Dee
der II sounded like clap of thunder, and star
ted right up an eend.
! Johnny Beedlc, you'll lnever handle such a drum
stick ms your father did, if yer live to the age OF Me-
thusaler. He would toss up his druinstick, and
while il was whirlin in the air. take of gill er rum,
and then ketch it as it down, without losin
n stroke in the tune. What dye think of that, Ina
But null your chair round, close along side or me,
40 yer can hear. Now what have you come after
I-afierl o Jest takin' walk. Pleasant walNin
| guess. / mean just to how ye all do. Ho--
That's another lic You've courtin' john
ny Beedle yere alter our Sal. Say, now, dye
want TO marry or only to courtT
| This was what l call a choakcr. Poor Sally
made but one jump and landed in the middle of the
kitchen and then she skulked in the dark corner,
till the old man, after laughing himseifinto whoo-
ping cough, was put to bed.
broke. plenty of chat with nanny Jones about the
minister and the sarmon.' agreed with her to a
nicety upon all the points of doctrine; but i had
forpot the text and all the heads of the discourse,
but six Then she teazed and tormented ME to tell
who accounted the best singer in the gallery that
day. But mum--there getting that out OF
me- Praise to the face is often disgrace, says l.,
throwing sly squint at Sally.
At last, Mrs. Jones lighted t'other candle, and at
ter charging Sally to look well to the fire, she led
the way to bed, and the Squire gathered up his
shoes and stockings and followed.
Sally and were left sitting good yard apart,
honest measure. For fear of getting tongue tied
again, set right in, with steady stream of talk.
told her all the particulars about the weather that
was past and also made some pretty cute guesses at
what it was like to be in future. At first gave a
hitch up with my chair at every full stop. Then
growing saucy, repeated it every comma and SEM
icolon and at last it hitch, hitch, hitch and
planted myself fast by the side of her.
81 swow, Sally, you looked so plaguy handsome
to-day, that wanted te eat you up Pshaw, git
along YOU says shc-My hand had crept along
somehow upon its fingers and begun to scrapc nc-
quantance with hers. She sent it home again with
IA desperate jerk Try it again. no better luck.
: Why, Miss Jones you're gettin' upstropulOus, a
little old maidish, guess Hands off is fair play,
Mr.. Bccdle.'
1t is good sign to find a girl sulky. / knew
where the shoe pnched. 1t that are Patty
Bean business. So went to work to persuade her
that had never had any notions latter Patty, and to
prove fell to running her down at a great rate.
Sally could not help Ginning in with me, and
rather guess Miss Patty suffered few. now not
only got hold Of her hand without opposition, but
managed to slip arm round her waist But there
was no satisfying me, so l must go to poking out
my lips after a buss. guess rued it.-She fetch
ed me slap in tho face that made me see stars,
and my rung like brass kettle for quarter of
an hour. was forced to laugh at the Joke, though
out Of the wrong side of my mouth, which gave my
face something the look of gridron.
4 The battle now began i'll the regular way All,
Sally, give me a kiss, and ha' done with it, now
won't there, fetch to. I'll take it whether
or no. DO it if you dare.'-And at it we wen
rough and tumble. An odd destruction of starcl
4
; up in half shakc.-At the next bout, smash wen
shirt collar, and, at the same time of the hea'
fastenngs gave way, and down Sally's hair II
a flood, like mill dam broke loose,-carryng away
half dozen combs. One dig of SalIy's elbow, an6
my blooming runlcs wilted down to n dish cloth
But she had no,ime to bQast.-Soon her neck tack
ling began to shiver. 1t parted at the throat ant
whorrah, came whole school of blue and white
beads, scampcrng and running races every which
way about the floor.
BY the Hockey if Sally Jones isn't real gri
there's snakes. She fought fair however, linus
own aud neither tried to bite scratch; and whel
she could fight no longer for want of breath, sh
yielded handsomely y.-lIer arms fell down by he
tside her head back her chair, her eyes closed
and there lay her little plump mouth all in the air
Lord did ye ever see hawk pounce upon youn!
! robbn? Or bumbebee upon clover p!-
say nothing.
5 Consarn it, how a buss will crack, of still frost
night. Mrs. Jones about half way bctwec
: asleep and awake There goes my yeast bottle
said che to herself burst into twenty hundred pieces
and my bread is all dough again.
e The upshot of the matter is, l fell in love wit
Sally Jones head over ears. Every Sunday nigh
J rain shine, finds me rapping at Squire Jones
= door, and twenty times have been within hair
II breadth of popping the question. But now hav
made final resolve; and if live till next Sunda
night, and don't get choaked in the trial, Sail
! Jones will hear thunder.
- IIELLS.
Figure to yourself, gentle reader, double graz
itoL tLcl Of