The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1839-08-14
MISCELLANEOUS.
MATRIMONIAL HORNPIPE.

Gently published little work, entitled GEORGIA
SCENES" is well worth reading. The writer
| is on visit to Mr.. Slang. whose wife is the
mother Of child about eight months old. -
The child in the adjoining room begins 70
cry in the nurses arms. The nurse is a litile
niger about fourteen years old.
you, Rose, said Mrs. Slang, quiet that
child, Rose walked and sung to il but it
did not hush.
You. Rose, if you do no. quiet that child.
| lay III make you.
Il is tried, ma'am,' said Rose, an he
wouldn't ge, hushed!, Child cries louder.)
Fetch him here to me- you good-lor-no-
thing hussy you. What's the matter with
him 7 reaching her arm over 10 receive him.
i dun know, ma'm.'
nhun--nho--ma'am" (Mocking
and grinning at Rose.)
As Rose delivered the child she gave visi-
BILE signs Of lodging just rs the child left
her arms and that she might not be disap-
pointed Mrs. Slang gave her box, in which
there seemed to be no anger mixed at all, and
which Rose received as a matter Of course,
without even changing countenance under II.
Da den! said Mrs. Slang, come elong 9
muddy. (mother.) Did Massey Yosey (Rose,)
pague muddy thweeiy chilluns y (children.)
pressing the child to her bosom, and rock
ing IL backward and forward tenderly. Mud
dins will whippy ole Massey Yosey. All you
old uggy Yosey,' (knocking at Rose playful
lyl Da den; muddy did wippy bad Yosey.'
(Child continues crying.)
why what upon earth ails the child
Rose, you've hurt this child, somehow or
other 2
mo ma'am, cla' didn't was lis sitt'n
down dar in the rock'n chair long side O Miss
Nancy'a bureau, an want doin' nothn I all
to him, jis pIayin' wild him, and he jis begin
to cry herself when nobody want doin' no
thin I all to him, and nobody want in dar
nuther sept jis me and him. and was
notwithstanding and | expect you
hi his head against the bureau
let muddy see where ole bad Yosey
knocky heady gin de bureaus. Muddy will
see,' taking off the child's cap and finding no
thing. Child cries on.
Muddy's baby was hongry. Dat was
what als muddy's darling, thsweety ones.
Was che hongrey an nobody would giyy liity
darling any sing tall for eaiyr (loosing her
frock bosom.) No, nobody would GIN
tshweety ones any sing TO eat tall. (Offers
the breast to the child, who rejects it, rolls
over, kicks and screams worse than every
Hush! you little brat! | believe Its no.
thing in the world but crossness. Hush!
Shaking III hush! | tell you (ChilI cries
to the nepius mlird.)
Why, surely pin must stick the child.
Yes, . bad pin did ticky chilluns. Let mud
dy see where de uggy pin did ticky dear
prettous creter-examining. Why no, il
isn't pin. Why, what can be the matter
with the child II must have the cholic
surely. Rose, 60 bring me the paragoric
off the mantle piece. Yes, muddy's baby did
hab tolic. Dat is what did all mudd's pref
tous darling baby. pressing it to her bosom
and rocking il. Child cries on.)
Rose brought the paragoric, handed it,
lodged and got her expectations realized as
before.
d Now bring me the sugar and some water
Rose brought them, and delivered both
without the customary reward for at that in
slant the child being laid perfectly still on the
lap, hushcd.
The paregoric was administered, and the
child received it with only whimper now
and then. As soon as il received the medi-
cine the mother raised it up, and it began TO
cry.
why, Lord help my soul! what's the
matter with the child? What have you done
to him, you little hussy 2 (rising and walk
ing towards Rose.)
Ga, missis, ANT done nothin' I all
was jis settin' down da by Miss Nancy's
bu---'
You lie, you slut, (hitting her a passing
slap.) know you've hurt him. Hush my
baby, (singing The Coquette) don't you cry,
your sweetheart will come by'mby; da dc
day. (Child cries on.)
Lord help my soul and body what can
be the matter with my baby = tears come
into her eyes.) Something's the matter
with it; know it is Qaying the child on
her lap and feeling its arms to see il il finch
ed in any particular part.) But the child
cries less while she was feeling it than be-
fore.
Yes, dat was it; wanted liuy arm yub-
bed Mud will yub its sweet little arms
(Child begins crying)
/ What on earth can make my baby cry sol
rising and walking to the window. Stops at
the window and the child bushes.
Yes, dat was il, did want TO look out O
windys., See the pretty chickens. O-o-o-h;
Look at the beauty, rooster! Yonder's old
aunt Betty pickin' up chips. Yes, old aunt
Betty, pickin' up chips 70 bake bicky, (biscuit)
for good chilluns. Good aunt Betty TO- make
bicky TO sweet baby's supper" (Child be-
gins again.
Hoo-o-o! See windyr knocking at the
window child cries.
You, Rose, what have you done to this
child! You little hussy you, if you don't
tell me how you hurt him, III whip you as
long as can find YOU
Missis, cla''I never done no'hin' all
to him. | was jis setlen' down da by Miss
Nancy's bu'-