Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1838-03-22
MISCELLANY.
Selections from Sam Slick.
THE ROAD TO A WOMAN's HEARr-THE BRO
KEN HEART.

AS we approached the Inn at Amhers,
the Clockmaker grew uneasy It's pretty
well on IN the evening, ! guess. said he, and
Nlarm Pugw ash is as onsartin in her ,emper
as mornin in April; it's all sunshine ar al
clouds with her, and j: she's ia one of her
,anirums, she'll stretch out her neck and
hiss, like goose with flock of goslins.
wonder what on airth Pugwash WAS think
in on, when he signed articles of partnershi,
with that are woman she's not bad look.
ing piece ofiurniiure neither, and it's pro.
per pity SIGH clever woman should carry
such stiff upper lip-she reminds one of our
old minister Joshua Hopewel1s apple trees.
The old minister had an orchard Of mos,
particular good fruit, for be waso great hand
at huddin, graftin, and wha, net, and the Or
| chard CT was on the south side al the house
stretched right up to the road. Well, there
were some trees hung over the fence ne
yer seed such bearers, the apples hung in
! ropes, for all the world like strings of ON :
inns, and the fruit was beautiful No body
touched the minister's apples, and when 9th
er folks lost theirh from the boys, hisn al
ways hung there like bait Ioa hook, but
there never was 81 much as a Dibhle at 'em.
So said 10 him one day, Minister, said J.,
how on earth do you manage 10 keep your
fruit that's so exposed, when no one else
can't do i, nohow. Why, says he, they are
dreadful pretty fruit, ami they? | guess said
There ant the like on 'em in all Connect.
cut. Well, says he, I'Il tell you the secret,
hnt you needn't let on 10 no one about it,
| That are row next the fence. grated il
myself, took great pains TO get The right
kind, sent clean up TO Robbery and away
down "a Squawneck Creek, Ct WAS feared
he was agoin to give me day and date for
every graft, being a terrible long winded
man in his stnries,) so, says know that,
minister, but how do you preserve them
Why was agoin to tell you. says he, when
you stopped me. That are outward row
grated myself with the choisest kind
could find, and succeeded. They are beau>
tifu but so eternaily snur, no human soul
can eat them. Well, the boys think The old
minister's graftin has all succeeded about as
we'll as that row, sad they search no farther
They smoker ct my graf.n, and laugh in
my sleeve, guess, at their penetration.
Now, Marin Pugwssh is like the minis.
ter's apples, very tempiih fruit 10 look at,
hut desperate sour. lfPugwash had wat.
cry mouth when he married, guess its
pretty puckery by This time. However, if
she goes TO act ugly, I'll give her dose Of
soft saw der that will take the fruwn out
of her fronlispiece, and make her dial plate
as smooth as a lick Of copal varnish. Its
,arnal pity she's such kickin devil, tho, for
she has good points-good eye good foot
neat pasiern-hne chest-a clean set ofiimbs,
and carries good -. But here we are,
bew you'll see that tsclt sawder will do
When we entered the house, the travellers
! room was all in darkness, and on opening
the opposite door into the sitting room, we
found the female part Of the family extin.
gushing the fire for the night Mrs Pug
wash had broom in her hand, and was in
the act THE last act OF female housew fiery
OF sweeping the hearlh.-The strong flick
erIng light Of the fire, as il fell upon her tall
| fine figure and beautiful face, revealed crea-
ture worthy of the Clockmsker's comments
Good evening, Marm, said Mr.. Slick, how
! do you do, and how is MIR. Pugwash? He,
| said she, why he's been abed this hour, you
don't expect to disturb him this time of aigh,,
hope. o no, said Mr. Slick, certainly moi,
and am sorry TO hnve disturbed you, but
we got detained longer than we expected :;
! ON cory that. So am said she, but
il Mr.. Pugwash will keep an inn when he
has no occasion TO, his family cant expect no
rest.
! Here the Clockmaker, seeing the storm
gathering, stopped down suddenly, and star
ing intently, held out his hand and excIsim.
ed: Well, If that ant beautiful child
come here, my little man, and shake hands
along with newell, declare, il that are
| little teller amt the finest child ever seed
what, not abed yet? ah, you rogue. where
did you get them are pretty rosy cheeks {;
stole them from mama, eh Well, I wish
my old mother could see that child, il is such
a treat. In our country, said he, turning TO
| me, the children ore all as pale As chalk, or
as yallar as m orange. Lord, that are little
feilar would be a show in our couDtry-come
( to me, my man Here the soft sawder' be.
gan 10 operate. Mrs. Pugwash said 10 a
mlIder tone thar we bad yet heard, Go, my
dear, TO the gertleman-go, dear. Sir Slick
kissed him, asked him il he would 90 TO the
States along with him, told him all lbe little
| girls there would fall in love with him. for
| they didn't see such beautiful face once in
a month Of Sundays. Black eyes-let me
see, mammals eyes, too, and black hair also;
as am alive /; why you are mammals own
| boy, the very image of mamma Do be
seated, gentlemen, said Mrs Pugwash-
Sally, make a fire in the next room. She
ought 10 be proud Of you be continued. Well,
if live 10 return here, | must paint yonr
lace, and have il put on my clocks, and our
folks will buy the clocks for the sake Of the
face Did you ever see, said he, again adj
dressing me, such a likeness between one bu-
man being and another, as between this
beautiful little boy and his mother. ] am
sure you bave lad no supper, said Mrs Pug
wash TO me; you mus, he hungry ADD wea-
ry, tool will get you cup Of tea. am
sorry TO give you so much trouble, said |.
Not The least trouble in the world, she re-