Southern telegraph., 1836-07-15
Selected ior dfe southern Telegraph.
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A Sketch from MarTyafs Norel.
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l. Refused YOU! Hang @, CoCkle, ] nev
- er thought that YOU had been refused BY
} woman Of colour"
4 was, though. You shall hear how /
! happcRed. She had been the QuadrOor
, wife (you know what that meansl of a plan
: ter Of the name of Guiness; he died, anC
! not only bequealhed her her liberty, but al
so four good houses in Port Roval, and tw,
dozen slaves. He had been dead about
two years, and she was about thirty, when
| first knew her She was very rich, foI
she had good income and spent nothing
except in jewels and dress to deck out her
own person, which certainly was very
handsome, even at that time, for she never
hadhad any family. Well, if was not quite
in love with her, was with her houses and
money; and used, to sit in her veranda
and talk sentimental. One day made my
proposal. 'Massa COckle,' said she, 'dere
two ting not like: one is, not like your
name. Pose | 'cept your offer, you must
change your name.
"SuPPOse YOU accept nv offer, mistress
Guinness, you'll change your name.
don't know how | am to change nine !
replied.
"'l make 'quiry, massa Cookie, and l
find that by act Of parliament you get anoder
namcn
"' An act of parliame ntl' cried.
60 Yes, sar; and ] pay five hundred gold
Joe Tore | hear people call me m ssy
COckIe,-dat she'll fish, said she, and she
turned up her nose.
" Humph!" said !, 'and pray what is the
next thing you wishF
"De oder ting, sar, is, you no alb coat
am arms, no ab seal to your watch, wild
bird and beast pom 'em; now pose you
promls me dat you take oder name, and
buy um coat am arms den, sar, | take de
matter into 'sideration.'
"'Save yourselfth trouble, ma'am,' said
l, jumping up; 'my answer is short,-Pu
see you and your whole generation hanged
first!"
" Well, that was very odd sort Of a wind
up to a proposal; but there comes Moon.
shine" The black entered the room, and
put full bottle down on the table.
Dare it is, sar," said he, grinning.
"Wcll done Moonshine, now forgive
you; but how did you manage it?"
" Me tell you all de story, sar,-frst !
see missy O'Bottom, and | say, slow you
do, how you find yourself dis morning?
Massa come Itink, by-and-by but he almost
'fraid,' say: she say, 'What he 'fraidlfor?'
He tink you angry,-not like see him-no
Tub him any more; he very sorry. very sick
at 'art-he very much in lub wild YOU"
"'Fhe devil you did!'' roared Cookie;
snow shall be bothered again with that
old woman; wish she was moored US a
buoy to the Royal George"
"Massa no hear all yet. | say, Missy
O'Bottom, 'spose you no tell? tell. Massa
call for clean shirt dis morning, an say,
1T no clean shirt day, sar;' he say, Bring
me clean shirt;' and den he put him on
clean shirt, he put him on clean duck trous-
erS, and he make me brush him best blue
coat. | Isay-H 'fraid missy O'Bottom no
hear me now-I hab no courage, and den
ne sit all dress ready, and no go. Den he
say, 'Moonshine, glib me one glass grog,
den hab courage 60 fetch bottle and |
all grog gone--not one lilly drop left; den
massa fall down plump in him big chair, an |
say, 4 neber can co. 'But,' say missy
O'Bottom, 'why he no send for some?'
Cause say, 'quarter-day not GOMEZ
money all gone Den she say, IF your
poor massa so very bad. den | trust you
one bottle-you Glib my compliments, and
say, | very 'appy to see him, and stay at
home.' Den | say, missy O'Bottom 'spose
mass not come soon as he take one two glass
grog, cut my head off, Dat all sar.
"That's all is it? A pretty scrape you
have got me into, you scOundrel! What's
to be done now?"
"Why, let's have glass of grog fsrt,
Cockle," replied ], "we've been waiting
long while for it, and we'll then talk the
matter over"
Bob, you're senible, and the old woman
was no fool in sending the liquor; it re-
qures Dutch courage to attach such
Dutch-built old schuyt; let's get the cob
webs out Of our throats, and then We must
see how we can get out of the scrape. !
expect that | shall pay dearly for my whis-
tie, this time wet mIne. Now what's to be
done, Bob?"
81 think you had better leave it to
Moonshine," said l.
$50 ] will. Now, sir, as you've. got
me into this scrape, you must get me
out of it. Dye hear2'
eyes, massa Cookie, | tink,-but alb no
81 understand you, you sooty fellow
here drink this, and see if it will brighten
up your wits. He's regular turnpike,
that fellow every thing, mustpay toll !"
"Massa Cookie, | tell missy O'Bottom
dat you come soon as you alb two glass
grog; pose you only drink one.''
"1'hat won't do, Moonshine, for Pm just
mixing my second; you must find out some-
thing better"
"One glass grOg, massa glib no more dan
one thought, dat you ab."
Wall thon harofs. ono,bar. No.y 70 |