Madison Whig advocate. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1839-1841, 1840-03-14
CANTON. MISSISSIPPI, SATURDAY, MARCH a. $40

glass lumber about half full of waite r,
with three nice leetle white teeth a lying
IN the bottom of it. | couldn't help but
give leeile whistle when | saw them.
Think SEE |, its jisf as like as not that
Miss Miles wont pucker up her mouth and
smile, quite so much this morning as she
did yesterday any how. There were
two little china cups with the kivers ~
ing down by them; one was filled with
white stuff kinder like -four, only ruther
more gritty, and tother was filled with
something that looked like rose leaves
ground down to POWDER leetle chunk
OF cotton wool was stuck into it, but what
on arth il was for, couldn't make out
There were two or three silk cushions,
chuck full of pins, on the drawers, and
there was no eend to the leetie glass bot
ties all sprigged off with gold, a lying a
round on the mantle shelf, as well as on
the tables and the chest of drawers.
In.one corner of the room there stood
a great looking glass, swinging between
two leetle posts cut out of mahogany,
and right over it two silk frocks were
tumbled up together. | begun to finger
them leetle, for somehow felt curious
to know how the tarnel cunning critter
contrived to make herself looking so
plump and round. 1t did not want much
cyphering 10 find it out. The tops of
her frocks, both on 'em, where all stuff
fed full of something soft, that made
them stand out as nat'ral as life. had
mt but jist time to drop the frock ana set
it down again-looking as innocent as if
butter wouldn't melt in my mouth
when Miss Miles come back again. She'd
put on another frock, all ruffled off, and
some how or other, had fixed up her
hair so as to look rather more ship-shape !;
but she hadn't had time to put herself all
together, though her face did look a lee
tie whittier than it did when | frst wen,
in. There warnt a bit of hump on her
back, and she was nat'ral all the way
round! | felt rather uneasy, for, think
seq |, It is list as like as not she will ex-
pect me TO talk over a leete soft sodde r
with her as | did yesterday; but I'll be
darned if it don't make me sick to think
on it. | hitched about on my chair, and
looked at every thing in the room bat
her, then | took up my hat and began 10
balance it on my two fore fingers, and at
last seq |, ''wal, Miss Miles, | spose | may
as wei De a Jogging
''Don't be IN hurry" says she, try
ing to smile, but without opening her
lips bit, al hope you wont make stran-
gers of US"
| let my hat drop and picked it uF
agin.
"What book is that you've been read
ing" seq !, determined to say something
..Oh, that is the Countess of Blessing
toms new work" SEE she; it is charm
ing book. $40 you like her writings
Mr.. SIick?"
"Wal, don't know" seq |; 81 never
read any of her books, but 1t kinder
strikes me that she amt no great shakes
herself, any how"
''Oh you shouldn't be censorious, Mr.
Slick" SEE she. 'You know Mr.. Willis
visited her, and was delightcd.n
.Wal now" seq |, sit is my opinion
that Mr.. y. P Wills couldn't be over
hard TO please, if a woman only had a
title to her name, but wonder how on
arth he contrived to get so thick with the
quality over there in England. | rather
think | shall 90 over there one OF these
days and try my luck in his way, they
seem TO be so taken up with US Yankees,
but arter all if Teller has 10 60 over to
England to let them lords and editors
puff him afore any body will take notice
on him to hum, he'd better take to some
other bisiness. There amt a man IN all
this country that ever wrote more genu-
inc things than that chap did when he
was a little shaver in Yale College, and
nobody would believe a word ont till he
went off to England. Now it is my rale
opinion that he never wrote any thing
arter he went off, half so much to his
credit as he did afore, and when he came
here to York from about our parts list as
have come now, if he didn't deserve to
be treated well then, why he don't now
that's sartin. But used 10 know him
down east, and it is my opinion that he's
first rate hull hearted Teller, and a rale
genuine Poet TO boot! But | swanny
Miss Miles, | must be a going, you halni
no idea how much have got to do
With that got up and made a bow
She made curchy, and, seq She ''Mr
Slick, call again, we shall always be
glad to see you"
.sSartinly,n seq I, so made another
bow and cut stick down stairs into the
open street. But if Miss Miles ever
keIches me on her premises agin shell
ketch a weasel asleep, | guess. Thai
Count may marry her-what there Is
left on her-and 60 to grass for what
care.
From your loving Son,
JONATHAN SLICK.
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