Maumee express. [volume] (Maumee City, Ohio) 1837-1838, 1838-02-24

Mrs. Pugwash had broom in her hand
and was in the last act of female house
wifery, sweeping the hearth. The strong
Pickering light Of the fire, as it fell upon
her full fine figure and beautiful face, re-
vealed a creature worthy Of the clock
makers comments.
Good evening, Marin, said Mr.. Slick,
how do you do, and how's Mr.. Pugwash!
He, said she, why he's been abed these
two hours, you don't expect to disturb
him this time Of night, hope. Oh, no.
said Mr.. Slick, certainly not, and | am
sorry to have disturbed you, but we got
detained longer than VIC expected; | am
sorry that, -. So am I,said she, but
lif Mr.. Pugwash will keep an Inn, when
he has no occasion to, his family can't
expect no rest.
Here the clockmaker, seeing the storm
gathering, stopped down suddenly, and
staring intently, held out his hand, and
exclaimed, Well, if that aint a beautiful
child-come here, my little man, and
shake hands along with Newell, | de-
clare, if that are little fellow aint the
finest child | ever seed-what not abed
yet? ah, you little rogue, where did you
get them are pretty rosy cheeks stole
'em from your mamma, ell? Well, do
wish my old mother could see that are
child, it's such treat. In our country,
said he, turning to me, the children are
as pale as chalk, or as yaller as an Or
ange. Lord, tina, are teller would be a
show in our country--come TO me my
man. Here the soft sawder' began to
operate. Mrs. Pugnose said, in mild
er tone than we had yet heard, 60, my
dear, to the gentleman. 60, DEAR Mr..
Slick kissed him, asked him if he would
60 to the States with him, told him all
the little girls there would fall in love
with him, for they didn't see such beau.
tiful face once in month of Sundays.
Black cyes-let me see-ah, mammals
eyes too. and black hair also; as I'm a.
live, why you are mammals own boy,
the very image ofmamma. DO be seat
ed gentlemen--Sally, make fire in the
next room. She ought to be proud of
you, he continued. Well, if | live to
return here, must paint your face, and
have it put on my clocks, and our folks
will buy the clocks for the sake of the
face. Did you ever see, said he, again
addressing me, such likeness between
one human being and another, as between
this beautiful little boy and his mother?
! am sure you have had no supper, said
Mrs Pugwash to me; you must be hun
| CRY, and weary, tool will get you a
cup Of tea. am sorry 10 give you so
much trouble, said |. Not the least
trouble in the world, she replied, on the
contrary, a pleasure.
We were then shown into the next
room, where the fire was now blazing
up, but Mr.. Slick protested he could moi
proceed without the little boy, and ling
cred behind me to ascertain his age, and
concluded by asking the child if he had
any aunts like his mamma.
AS the door closed, Mr.. Slick said. !
its pity she don't 60 well in gear. The
difficulty with these critters is to get them
to start, arter that there is no trouble
with them if you don't check them too
short. If you do, they'll stop again, run
back and kick like mad, and then Old
Nick himself wouldn't start them. Pug
wash, | guess. don't understand the ma
tur OF the critter; she'll hever 60 kind
in harness for him. When | see child,
said the Clockmaker. always feel safe
with these women folk !; for | have al
ways found that the road to a woman's
heart lies through her child.
You seem, said |, to understand the
female heart so well, make no doubt
you are general favorite among the
fair sex. ANY man, he replied, that un-
derstands horses, has pretty consider
able fair knowledge of women, for they
are jst alike in temper, and require the
very identical treatment. Incourage the
timid ones, be gentle and steady with
the fractlous, but lather the sulky ones
like blazes.
People talk an ever!astn sight about
wine, women and horses. Eve bought
and sold them all, I've traded in all of
them, and / tel you, there aint one in
thousand that knows grain about either
on 'em. You hear folks say, Oh. such
man is an ugly grained critter, he'll break
his wife's heart; jist as if a woman's
heart was as brittle as pipe stalk. The
female heart, as far as my experience
goes, is jist like new India Rubber
shoe you may pull and pull al it, and
then let go, and It will fly right back to