Maumee express. [volume] (Maumee City, Ohio) 1837-1838, 1837-07-29

ter Poet" was the reply of the suspicious
ferryman; "you must have heard that
the Banks have all refused to pay specie. =
"Upon my honor, heard nothing Of
this" said Mr.. jenkins; abesides, you
must be mistaken. Why, the Bank ol
America is a pet!'
"A pretty Pet it is, tool" replied the
terryman. "But come, Mister, can't
stand all day talking. you hav'nt a
shilling, may be Miss, there, has one, and
will lend it to you until you can make a
raise"
This was really carrying the specie
currency too far. To have Miss Ange-
lima Tompkins appealed to for this, bro't
the omnibus again to recollection; and
Timothy Jenkins stood, the martyr ol
the Banks. Miss Tompkins searched
her reticule, but could not discover a
stray piece Of silver. Mr.. Jenkins fun.
bled in his pockets, hoping an accidental
coin might be there; but no-his pockets
were POLITICALLY empty. There was bu,
one alternative: Timothy's finger was
|graced with a ring;-he called the ferry
man aside, and left the gem in his pos
session as pawn The creditor exam
ined it closely, and muttering something
about halfwltted poets, turned aside to
his other passengers.
The position of our hero was an uu.
pleasant one.-Miss Tompkins looked
ominousy upon him--the bystanders
were titteling, and Timothy felt reliev.
ed when the boat reached Hoboken.
"Wel," thonght he,'' shall get my bill
changed here, at all events" And with
Angelina on his arm, he sauntered an
hour among the classic beauties of this
miniature Paradise.
Twelve o'clock came, and Timothy,
who had scarce eaten any thing, felt a
desire to masticate some Of rhe pies and
tarts which vender Of the article had
laid out on table under the trees. Miss
Tompkins was also very hungry and ate
and chat,ed all the while, smiling upon
Mr.. jenkins, who became so happy that
he unconsciously made tolerable bill
with the pie-merchant. He then handed
out his Bank note. at the sane time re-
questing Miss Tompkins to put some
pies in her reticule, which she did.
Han't you got any change, sir" in.
quired the owner OF the table. "There
isn't any banks now; the president ha'
vetoed them, and there's to be gold anc
silver instead Of these'ere bits Of paper
Had volcano opened Immediately
beneath him Timothy could not have
been more dismayed. "Curse the golc
and silver p he was about to say, but HI
recollected to denounce the specie cur
rency was high treason, and he wisely
restrained the expression Of his feelings
You must take this, my good woman
| Ihdve got nothing else. 1t is good
note--the bank Of America, where the
Government keeps its money"
What if it is the bank of AmerikyT
retorted the lady, her choler raising as
she reflected on the danger she had in
CURED of loosing pay for the pies
{" Didn't Gineral Jackson say he would
kill all the banks land hasn't he did it ?
And amt we going to have plenty Of
good money now? My husband is on
the committee appinted by the -bank
party. and he says we are all to have as
much good moneyas we want"
"The poetical jenkins was Disguised
with the ignorance Of the woman. "Will
you take the money or not 2" said he.
]" Will take it? to be sure WON'T
You ought to be ashamed of yourself to
cheat poor woman, with eleven small
children and sick sister at home. You
are no better that you ought to be, and
warrant ye that Miss, there isn't, Ell
ther. So hand over them pies, Miss
and if ye don't pay me for what
ye have stuffed, will raise the neigh
bors, and have we taken up for cheat"
Timothy jenkins was in dreadful
situation. That he should be thus viii
led by a huckster in the, presence of Miss
Tompkins, made him feel like Tanta-
us bound to his rock. my suferings
IS tintolerable," said he, but there was
10 help for il, and he produced a pen
snife and handkerchief, which he gave
he obstreperous virago in payment for
ler pies.
Miss Tompkins had not uttered a
word during the controversy. Her SEN
'itive feelings had been wounded by the
voman's coarse illusions to herself; and
although the unfortunate jenkins did all
hat lay in his power to restore her to
;heerfulness, yet for an hour or more it
was in vain. !" &c." said she Z" this is the
md Of your war upon the banks. A
pretty mess you have made Of it, truly.
with vo,,r cry of Monnnf,lv and Specie