The Northern star, and constitutionalist. [volume] (Warren, R.I.) 1834-1837, 1835-02-21

such teaTih hurry, says sne, Tor I've
got TO shift from top to toe. You see
what pickle Pm in 'Ah, Patty says
/, 'beauty when unadorned's adorned the
We'll, l vow,' says Patty, says she -
And of shot, for how was to follow up
such bold speech but couldn't help
snigg ering all the way to the deacon's, TO
think how swimmingly matters were GO
ing on. was SO iull of this, that en-
tlrely forgot 10 make upa story tn fob of
upon the deacon. till got almost to the
door for the deacon il a sworn enemy
to oil froicking. and So is his mare. 'l'll
tell him. says 'i'n leil him want to
carry grist to mill' But that will be
found out. No matter, so it is after c.
lection, as the politicians say
| The deacon gave mortal squint at my
face, when l did my errund, but l was
safe behind a shirt collar. llo then fell
to chewing his cud und considering.
Mothers clean OUT says l, both rye
and injun.' The deacon spit well,
neiyhbor, if you are aieurd to trust iel-
Ter, here's two shillings aforehand.' Poh,
poh, John, says he, walking up and pock-
citing the money, mot trust you |! hear
that. Now, Joshua, tackle up Suky.-
You'll drive the critter slow, John and
now think ont, you may bring my grs,,
that s now at the mill-and look sharp at
the miller, John, when he strikes the toll
measure" 1t was too late to stick a,
hes now. So promised every thing,
and jumped into the sleigh, and stsered
to the widows with flying colors.
1t is the height oi gentlity, you must
know, for lady to make he beau wait as
long az possible ON such an occcsion. l
sa, over heap Of warm ashes in the Wild
ow Beans parlor, listening to Putty
stamping about in her stocking feet, in the
chamber overhead, for Que good hour
Then stood up to the looking glass, iriz-
zled up my hair, changed my shirt pin to
a new place, thought over some speeches
to make under the buffalo skin, and finally
laid plot to lug IN the awful question III
a kind of slantindckelar fashion.
At last Patty appeared in all her glory
Twas just crooking my elbow to lead hel
out, when in cane Mrs. Bean.
',Vhere are you gowyin to Patty"
"A sleigh riding, ;nothcr.'
sWhat, and leave your cousin Dolly ell
! alone, to suck her fingers! A pretty how
!, d'ye do that, alter comiug all the way
from Saco to see you
: Here was knock down argument. -
All my plans of counting aud comfort
: melted down and ran off in moment
, saw directly that the widow was resolved
to push big Dolly Fisher into my sleigh
81 kat thar nd thur
for the widow Bean is a stump that is nei
ther " be got round noi moved out of tn,
way. ] said something about the smal
sizo Of the sleigh, but it wouldn't do sh,
shut my mouth instantly.
Let tho alone,' says she-I went
slcig hing afore you was born, young
ster II l don't know how to pack
sleigh, who does ! Putty Bean, stov
/ yourself away here, and shrink yourseI
, up small Ii thero isn't room we mus
make room, as the fellows used to say. -
Now Dolly hoist yourself in there
She tunbled her into the sleigh like
shot from shovel, or cart load vi pun,p
kins into gondola. twas chuck full q
. her. ., she's whopper, tell ye.'
sWhy Johnny Beedle, says Mrs. Bean
lin my day they used to pack US layer o.
f layer
AT this hint, / sueakcd round to Patty
/, to begin the second layer on her lap. -
But the widow was wide awake. Sh
clenched mo by the collar, and pattin
upon Dolly's knees-,here's the driver
seat says she. 'Plant your feet flat an
, firm, niecc-jump up johnny, and new
!, away with her my lad
: BY this time had got so iavin' ma
that could hold in no longer. ie
foul the Old mare, and if didn't give
. . to her about right, then there's none o
!, me that's all. The Deacon counted tn
8 welts on her side week afterwards, whel
: he called on mo for the reckoning, whicI
was with chalk upon the upper flap of hi
{, every day hat. Suky not understanding
such jpkes, took the BIT in her teeth, ant
!, sho, Oft, right on ecnd, Ikea streak o
. true Connecticut li2 2htning. Jemm how
, /, we skinned over it. And the house,
and barns, and the fences, and pig styes
flew by US like clouds by the moon. 'Yon
der is Hanks corner-Whoorah !! ant
'Whoorah y answered all the ladies ant
gentlemen with one voice. Sukey, scear
|. ed with the noise, turned tho corner
with flirt, and the sleigh was bottom up
r wards in - whoa there, whoa
The first thing that knew, was in the
bottom of snow bank, jammed down un.
de, half ton Of Dolly Fisher Itho'i
| should never see daylight again, and
when they hauled Inc out left print in
the snow very much like cooked up hat
knocked into the middle Of next week, ~
the sailors say.
! Howsomever, no bones were broken.
We shoak our faat hers anil ,r.nt into ,,,,,