Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1836-02-18

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From the Portland AdUerziser.
AUNT NABBY's sTEwED GOOsE.-It was
any aunt NabLy's birth day, and she was
bent upon having s,ewed goose stewed
in onions and with cabbage and salt pork
to match.
'Pohjah, said she to me, 'be'nt we got
goose bout the farm2' No. said I, Eve
eat the old eander at Christmas, and he
was the last Of the Patriarchs.' Aunt Nab
by went down TO Sue, who was getting
breakfast. Susanna said she, the boy
tells how we be'ent got goose in creations;
now what shall we do 2 $50 Without
replied Susanna, with an amiable tone that
father said had worn off her teeth to the
gums. But aunt Nabby was bent upon a
goose, and when such stiff and straight
person gets bent upon any thing, you may
consider the matter settled aud saw tina,
| goose of some kind would be had at some
rate or other. Here, you cr,.ur,' cried
! ont Nabby, to the little black specimen Of
the human family, which was digging pota-
toes ia the garden here, l want you to
go along 10 the neighbor and bora goose.
Cato laid down his hoe, got over the
fence, and shovelled off on his broad Pc
destals to get goose. The first house
Cato came to was that Of Sam Soap, the
tailor, commonly called Soft Soap. Into
the shop went the Yankeefed negro, and
making a leg to Mr.. Soap, who sat like a
Rindoo idol, busily employed in patching
an old blue coat, with still older brown
rags, and humming most mournlnlly the
air of 'Ye banks and braes of Benny
Doom giving it nasal twang that came
direct from edcdiah Soap, who was menu
Der Of the Long Parliament. Soap says
Cato, 'you haunt go. no goose, nor no: hin,
haant We, for aunt Nabby?'
Soap was literal mot literary man.
and so he called to his daughter, Propriety,
who having but one eye, was likewise call
ed Jus,ce-that is by some that were clas-
CAL Priety,' says he, 'gin Cato my
goose Priety, like good girl, took the
broad fla.iron off The shelf, and telling Ca
to to be as careful as everlastin not 10 get
it wet,' she wrapped it ia paper, aud
away went the web footed mortal to de-
liver his charge tn Susanna. My graz
cious = said Susanna, if that are niger
han't got nae an iron goose to -stew!' But
nevertheless, as her business was to stew
the goose and ask no questions, at it she
went, and pretty soon the tailoI's treasure
was simmering among onions, and carrots,
and cabbages, and turnips, and spices-all
as nice as need to be. After breakfast aunt
Nabby had gone abroad to ask in the neigh
bors, and when she came home, she went
Of course directly TO the kitchen, to see
how the goose came on. Is ii tender
Susanna?' said she. Susanna smiled sc
sweetly, that the old house clock in the
corner, next the cupboard, stopped, anc
held up its hands, Oh ma'am!' replied
Susanna, lit is so tender that | CUES.
'twont be no more tender arler being bill
edn And fat?' % bless ye! its SC
broad across the back = My aunt's mouth
watered so, that she was forced to look at
Susanna, to correct the agreeable impress
sion.
Well, noon came, and the neighbors be-
gan to drop in. First came the parson
who, being man of vast punctuality, took
out his watch as sooH as he came in, ant
for the purpose of seeing how it chimed,
as he said, with the Old clock, walked int
the kitchen, babe Miss Susanna good day
hoped she continued well in body ant
snuffed up the sweet davors Of the prepar
ing sacrifice with expanded nostrils. Mex
to the minister came in the squire he op
ened the front door, and seeing no one bu
me, @PolUah,' he said, 'when'Il that are
goose be done cause I'm everlaslin busy
settlin that hay NOW case, and I'D ike tt
know Ready now, square, answered
the parson, opening the kitchen door, ant
/ guess it's an uncommon 6ne goose, too
so walk in, and let us have little chat.'-
The squire entered, and he and the minis
ter had a considerable spell Of converse
ton about the hay NOW case. The cas'
was tbis-Abijah Beggs got leave to carry
his hay across Widow Stokes field TO thu
road well, this hay mow had dropped Of
the poles, and widow Stokes claimed il a:
a waif and stray. Now says the squire
II conceit the chief point in the case is
this here-has widow Stokes right to the
hay? Now this II depend, We see, pom
'tother hint. to wit videlicit-doeS the hay
belong to 'Bjah? Now the widow says,
says she, every man in this country's free,
and therefore every man in this country's
king, jist as fur as his farm goes; now
the King, all allow, has right TO waits and
strays-and so says widow Stokes, that are
hays mine, But, says 'Bijah-and by
jinks, it's cute argument but, says he
though every man in this land Of Iiberty's q