Liberty advocate. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1835-1866, 1838-03-03


n sander and human natur. But here 4
;, deacon Flint'S," said he: 81 have but on,
. clock left, and guess will sell it to him.
e AT the gate of most comfortable look
ing farmhouse stood deacon Flint, a res
n pectable old man, who had understood thu
! value oftime better than most of his neigh
! : bors, if one might Judge from the appear
d ance Of every thing about him. After the
t usual salutMion, an invitation to aaliqht,
r was accepted by Mr.. Slick, who said I,
wished TO take leave of Mrs. Flint befoN
he left Colchester.
We hardly entered the house, before the
clock-maker pointed to the view from the
window,and addressing himself to me, said
"lf was TO tel! them in Connecticut
that there was such farm as this away
down east here in Nova Scotia, they
wouldn't believe newly there amt such
a location in all New England. The dea
con has hundred acres Of dyke"-
Seventy" said the deacon; "only Sc.
venty."
swell seventy; but here is your fine deep
bottom, why could run aramrodinto it'>-
"lnterval, we call it" said the deacon,
who, though evidently pleased at this eu-
logium, seemed to wish the experiment of
the ramrod to be tried at the right place.
"Well, interval, if you please, Though
professor Eleazer Comstock, in his work
on Ohio, calls them bottoms,) is just as
good as dyke. Then there is that water
privilege, worth 5000 or 1900 dollars,
twice as good as what Governor Cass paid
$4,000 dollars for. wonder, deacon, you
don't put up carding mill on it; the same
works would carry turning-lathe, shin
gle-machine, circular-saw, grind bark,
and"-
"Too DID," said the deacon, "too old for
all those speculations."
! "Oldw repeated the clock-maker-"not
you: why you are worth half dozen of
the young men we see nowadays: you
are young enough to have"-
Here he said something in lower tone
of voice, which did not distinctly hear,
but whatever it was, the deacon was plea
sed; he smiled, and said he did not think of
such things now.
"But your beasts, dear me, your beasts
must be put in and have some feed" saying
which he went out to order them TO be ia
ken to the stable.
As the old gentleman closed the door
after him, Mr.. Slick drew near to me, and
said in an under tone
"That is what call soft Sa,cder.' An
Englishman would pass that man as a
sheep passes a hog in pasture, without
looking at him; or" said he, looking rather
archly, 'if he was mounted on pretty
smart horse, | guess he'd trot away, If he
co',' Now tind"--
mere h'7 soft SaDdeT' was cut short by
the entrance orn-s. Flint.
'Jist come to say go~A hive. Mrs Flint ,,
"What, have you sold all :; Nv clocLs ~
ayes, and very low, too, for me~.y i
scarce, and wish to close the concarn-S'
no, am wrong in saying all, FOR have
list one left. Neighbor Steel's wife asked
to have the refusal oft, but guess won't
sell it. | had but two of them, this one,
and the Teller of it, that | sold Governor
Lincoln; General Greene, the Secretary
of State for Maine, said he'd give me SO
dollars for this here one: it has compost
ton wheels and patent axles--it is beau
tiful article; real first chop, no mistake;
genuine superine; but | guess I'll take 1t
back. And besides, Squire Hawk might
think kinder hard, that | did not give him
the Offer" I'll
"Dear me-" said Mrs. Flint, 81 should
like to see it--where is ltY" Ed.
at is in chest Of mine, over the way
at Tom Tapes store; guess ne can ship
it on to Eastport." $3.50, -.
"That's a good man." said Mrs. Flint,
'siist let's look at it."
Mr.. Slick, willing to oblige, yielded TO
these entreaties; and soon produced the
clock--a gaudy, highly vanished trumPe-
ry looking affair. He placed It on the
chimney-piece, where its beauties were
pointed out, and duly appreciated by Mrs
Flint, whose admiration was about ending
in proposal, when Mr.. Flint returned
from giving directions about the horses.
The deacon praised the clock--he thought
it handsome one; but the deacon was a
prudent man. He had watch--he was
sorry, but he had no occasion for CLOCK
81 guess you're in the wrong iurrow,
this time, deacon; it amt for sale," said
Mr.. Slick; sand if it was, reckon neigh
Dor Steol's wife would have 1t, Tor she
gives me no peace about it."
Mrs. Flint said that Mr.. Steel had enough
to do, poor man, to pay his interest, with
out buying clocks for his wife,, ~
'It's no concarn Of mine," said mr.
Slick; "as long as he pays me what he has
to do; but guess don't want to sell It
and besides, it comes too high; that clock
can't be made in Rhode Island under iorty
dollars Why, it amt possible" sald the
clock maker, in apparent surprise, looking
at his watch, "why, as Pm alive 1t Is iour