The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1839-06-18
MISCELLANY
From the Boston Book.
L AS JOE B RU G T..
BY II. II. WELL

BY II. II. WELD.
sBless men exclaimed Mr. Joseph Bruce,-o
perhaps we should rather say Joe Bruce, for a
he was noble, easy fellow, nobody thought o
allowing him more than halt of his name or o
any thing else which belonged TO him. Il Sc
by the paper that Hawk and HAPPY have as
signed. ] meant 10 nave secured my debt yes
terday! He left his coffee half drank stumble,
over the threshold and went almost at a run L
the counting room OF Hawk and Harry. One
half that speed the day before would have save,
his debt as it was, he was Just in season to pi
on his name at the bottom of a dozen and hal
preferred ones, to receive ten per cent. He wen
back to his unfinished breakfast with what ap
petite he might.
why didEyou neglect this so long, Mr. Bruce?
said his helpmate AMI comforter.
q mean to have attended to it. yesterday, m.
DEAR
you meant! Tha, is always your way, Mr. b
You carelessy neglect your business to the last
moment, and then put yourself in a haste and
heat for nothing my dear!'
Really Mrs Bruce'-
But Mrs Bruce did not allow him chanc
to defen d himself. On she went, in most ap
proved conjueal manner to berate him on hi
careessness and inattention.
Really, Mrs Bruce'-
And it was really Mrs Bruce, but few of The
feminine, and none of the masculine gender
could have kept pace with her. Certainly, Ea
sy Joe could not. The catter of cotton mil
would not have been n circumstance TO the din
she raised. Easy Joe pulled cigar case out o
his pocket-capped his feet on the fender-&
1t almost seemed that the smoke rendered his
ears impervious to fthe bleatings of that gentle
lamb, his spouse, placid was his connte
nance, as the vapor escaped in graceful volumes
from his mouth. People overshoot the mark
sometimes: Mrs Bruce did. Had she spared
her Grafton, the mornings loss would have in
duced her husband to have been punctua to his
business, tor one day at least AS it was, he
took the same sort Of pride in neglecting it un
der her lecture, that the Grand Nation took so
long in refusing TO pay the claims of our citi-
zens.
Breeze away, Mrs Bruce"
Breeze away, sir! Breeze away! / wish
could impart one title of my energy to you, MI
Bruce sprang TO his feet and crash! came an
elegant mantle clock down upon the hearth.
There, Mr. Bruce That clock has stood there
three months without fastening; a single screw
would have saved; bull
sWell, / meant to'-
You meant! Mr. Bruce You meant won't pay
the damage, nor Hawk and IIarpy's note! You
meant indeed! s..l-
Bruce seized his hat and cloak. In few
minutes he was OIL Change. Nobody could
read in his face any traces Of his late matritno-
NAL breeze, and nobody would suspect from his
countenance that Hawk and Harry failed in his
debt. Easy Joe Bruce!
well Mr. Bruce, they've routed him.
sWho?'
sour friend Check. Pingree was chosen pre- s.
ident of tho -Bank. this morning one
vote would have stopped him.
sflow dusedly unlncky. meant to have been
present to vote for Check myself .
sNev CIR mind, Bruce said another "You are
a lucky man. The news of the great fire in
Speederville has just reached town by express
and l congratulate you that you was fully lnsur-
cd
Insured my policy expired last week.
meant to have got it renewed this morning.
Joe posted home in no very happy humor-
When an easy man is fairly up, he is the most
uneasy and unreasonable man in creation.
'Mrs Bruce, by staying at home TO hear you
scold have lost thousands. meant to have
got insured this morning. did mott Speeder-
Vile is burned down and am beggar.'
'Why did you not do it yesterday, MIR Bruce?
Il was thinking of Hawk and Happy .5u
thinking Why did you secure your
self?" a
Il meant to, but
'But-me no butts.
You are in excellent spirts, Mrs Druce'
"Vastly fine, madam. We are beggars -
Mrs Bruce sat down, and clapped her feet on
the fender after her husbands manner III the
morning.
We are beggars, madam Bruce rePeateu'
Very good will take my guitar, ana you
shall shoulder the hree children. we VIII play
under MIR Hawks window first and then under
Mr. Harpy's, andthen beg our way to Speeder-
vile, to play to the ashes of what was once your
factory-which YOU meant to have insured.--I
should like begging of all things
you abominable woman, shall go mad
DO not beseech you, Mr. Bruce? They put
mad beggars in Bediam.' rt.
Bruce sprang for for the door. His wife inter-
cepted him. Here, Joseph, is paper | meant