The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1841-05-04
WHOLE NO. 64S.

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could laugh only AT the sunshine because il seems
smiling at me, and smile from anything that
can smile, always sets me laughing. | laugh to
see people look like so many Lord Glums and la
dy Lackadaisicals. Why, if | only look at you,
must laugh for you have pulled out your face
into such an enormous length, such an elonga-
,ion OF forehead and nose and chin, that-ha
ha ha you are perfect caricature of your
self"
81 hope you may never have the same cause
for long face.n
~ have, shall look at myself in my glass,
and laugh al myself as now do at you. How
many Cruikshanks there are in the world, If
they did but know their own genius Such
twisting and jerking, and winking and stretch
ing and lengthening,-all such capital carica-
tures.n
of view"
"a most profound observation that. WHY,
yes, you are as solid as-lead. My dear fellow,
do tell me, were you ever guilty of the sin Of
laughing7"
Not very lately" replied poor Blythe, with
a sorrowful smile.
Were you never SO lucky as TO be made
Tool OF, and obliged 10 laugh at yourself2"
. j am afraid | should not have found the
jest. Nobody sees the wit of which they are the
sport"
Don't they III experiment on that some
day soon. A good thought; bu, suppose am
mo-" said the poor reverend with sigh, ''my
time IS not OF much valuen
:" In fit Of humility, ha2 But thought you
were in haste to see Lord Wycherly %
The reverend shook his head
Then you have seen him %
"No.n
"Written to him again %
Not again ! did so few months back; but
that is all over. heard that he was about TO ap-
point a Secretary; il was forlorn hope, but
asked his lordship for the post. ! did it only be-
cause would leave nothing undone, not that
had any hope-lherefore had | no right to be
disappointed"
"Then you have not heard from his lordshp
this morning"
"Non
My dearfellow, | congratulate you. have
but now left his lordship. and he assured me that
he had Just despatched your appointment. My
dear fellow, wish yoy jou with all my heart"
The Reverend Benjamin Blythe clasped his
hands together in such an emotion Of joyful
thanktulness, as to make Mr.. Winkler start.
The blood rushed from his heart TO his face, in
crimson tide, leaving the treasure-house of hopes
and feelings vacant tenement, and then rushed
back again 10 make the citadel of life rock, and
reel, and throb with its overpowering fulness.
None but those who have lived long upon hope
deferred, lived upon medicine rather than food,
can tell what our hero experienced. Bright vi
sions OF happiness trooped before his eyes; his
children rosy with health and joyousness, his
wife smiling with contentment, his household
hearth the centre Of comfort, his board plente-
ousy spread, something for his brethren the poor,
the means Of education for his little ones, the
thousand things that he knew they wanted, and
then for himself-O, he was to be unspeakably
happy in beholding their happiness!
.'My dear fellow" said Mr.. Winkler, "you
look like nything but philosopher. If you had
only been on the stage, that attitude and those
eyes would have made your fortune--quite
stamped you as a frst-rate tragedian; but now
that it is over, pray go in at once, and thank
Lord Wycherly for your new preferment. What
fortunate thing that should have happened to
have met with you"
Had not better go home and consult his
lordship's letter. and then could tell my wife
and the children"
by no means. 1t would delay you too long,
and make you seem Indifferent to your good
fortune. 1t will be quite time enough when you
have seen his lordship. | think it an exceed
ingly lucky thing that met with you-he would
have thought you so tardy. Pray go at once
Ha!ha! ha can't for my life help laughing TO
see you look SO amazed. Now go. left his
lordshiP quite dsengaged Wonderful that |
| should happen to jump with you exactly at the
door. But bark you, Blythe, you must not men
ton who told you of your appointment his
lordship mig INT think il offciousness in me-"
| Certainly" said Blythe ''certainly not"
"And will You just be so good" continued
Mr.. Wrinkle, as he hastily took from his pocket
book one of those envelopes that fashion has
made almost universal in our own most polished
DAYS, and wrote what seemed TO be memoran-
dun within. "Just be so good as to give my
lord that little memorandum it contains some
information essential TO him to know. You
must say nothing about it; il will explain itself;
He will perfectly understand it. And don'tmen-
ton my name at all, Blythe: know he would
think me very ofiicious fellow. Ha ha ha !!
wish you joy! What lucky fellow you are !
IIa ha ha Goodbye; good bye"
The Reverend Benjamin Blythe walked up
that lofty fight of steps without perfectly know
ing whether he accomplished the ascent on his
head or his heels. His brain was in perfect
bewilderment; his limbs trembed, his knees
shook his tongue Glove to the roof of his mouth
Had some sudden misfortune befaIlen him, he
could not have felt more PROSTATE in mind And
it was true, because he had been in training for
sorrow. Grief upon grief had logged his very
footsteps, as step by step he had advanced in
the dark road of adversely, and its gooms had
gathered more and more heavily; but his eyes
were now well used to the murky pathway and
when instead OF denser darkness, the beams of
prosperity shone on his path, he was well nigh
blinded by the unaccustomed light.
But pass we before our hero up those formal
steps, through that stately hail. along those spa
cious corridors, over long suite Of rooms, into
the very presence of the peer Here all was
stern, stiff, severe propriety the chairs looked
as if they were never designed TO be sat upon,
the floors never meant TO be trod upon, the ser
wants as if they were never TO be spoken to-
every thing as if, could il have uttered words,
it would have said, .Sacrilege to to touch me ~
The solemn quiet of lofty dignity pervaded
the whole mansion. No hurry, no hustle no
flying here and hurrying there. Silence seemed
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