Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1841-01-14

icds db0M 10 carry 10 he PmtW Fre' .htSS
Susonna drops The pot Of Gopers on The carpet
and they break into fj'y pieces Oh dear
Oh dear
Mrs PLIERS. Why Susanna, awkward
nasty Iiule slut-what have you done: KICK
the pieces into the back parlor, and shit The
folding doors, tlIl you can get The dust pan
and throw them into the yard. What an
awful racket Jenny Is making Gracious
suds what Is 10 pay?
Mss Susanna s0bbing. Dear me, ma-
YOU needn't say y-nOthng-t me about
usinp vulgar lunnuage. On dear--'ear -
! Ms JMers. Get out, qnck-lhere's a
| gentleman coming IN. Coup stairs and wash
| ylur face and put on another collar; yon look
/ like fright. Eudocis, my love, sill ut the pl-
| nno. ~ a careless attitude and put
! Eri Mss Susanna. shutting The folding doors
! Ias from, parior door is hrorn icide Opcn.-
| Enter Jenny, one side Of her nose quite blark
rih coal dust, uShering ia male indiCidndi !
| Jenny. Here's Mr Moonshlne.
Mrs Viiers. Good morning, Mr. Minshum
II am overjuycd to see you.
II Mss Eudocid A happy New Year to you
/ Mr. Mlnshuu. Old friends always come first
! on these occasions.
II .N .H,shum. Good morning, ladies', good
morning the compliments ot the season u
! YOU how have you been since last New
/ Years? Your house was handlcst aud so J
| came here first Lucky To find you alone
! Perhaps, Miss EuducIa, you VIII favor me
! with song, since you are already ut the IN
! strument-thc shue winch you ATTEMPT to
! sing last New Years. Let inc see, it was
! something about "roses.'
! Miss Euiocia. On yes, sir. "She wore n
wreath of roses" Sings, "She rore a rreaih
! of"- Ting II ting, ing ting. Door bell
rings agdinl
II .ur .iiinsh,en. How very unfortunate -
! Perhaps you will do me the kindness to 60
on with the song ncXt New Years. Good
morning, ladies'. Era .Hr .Minshum
II Mrs TWtrs. Hateful person that Old IN.
| shum is lie has been here once n year
these ten years. Door opens; enter tiro gen
| ticmcn ,cih uery naroW SWailoW taited coats
and grey pantaloOnS, tightly strdPrei ove,
French boo
Miss Euuvtia. [rhispsrs 10 her MOTHER
Ma, here are those SDnhs whom ] met al
New Brighton last summer. Good morning
Mr. Smith. My mother, Dir Smith. Mr. Smith
my mother.
\ Mrs FILTERS. How do you do Mcssrs Smith
Happy to see you both, gentlemen. Always
happy to see my daughters friends. .1sidel
iIltpN lUOk IKE lliG elulilNSS kNIiIS Nul III lNO
Il Mr. II. Smith. sitting on chair, ana
Miss Nlcrs. Me and my brother said 10 on,
another 'twas very early 10 begin calls, bu
| consIdeIln that-that-
Il .lE G.. Smith. Yes, mem, consIderin thai
! the weather was less delicious than suspic ,ous
|, and the outward world appeared to US ns il
| did to llamlet-you'vo heard Hamlet acted
at the Bowery, mem, persume--us it did to
! Hamlet, pcsuirrous concatenalon Of the
| vapors, we
4 .Mr p. Smith. laughing oJStnppouSly
! DO stop, George, you'il be ihe drath ot me
| he does make me laugh SO, Miss Vlllers, by
The good things he says What do you think
! he SAID when we were down TO New Bright
on, the same time as you were there =?
Il Mss Eudocia. Indeed can form no con.
| lecture. Whit wns 1t ?
H Mr. II. Smith. Why he said, speaking oi
| the pleasures of New Brighton,soys he 10 Inc
Peter
There are moments in life we can nevc
\ forget
That brighten and brighten as time fade
II away"
iIa ha he he he very good for one 81
young-wasn' II marin.
Mss Eiuiocia. smiiingl Very good in
deed. Quite pun, and pretty quotation
Whose lines are those, Mr. Smith?
Il yHr G.. Smith. Pcrclvai's mem, the grea
dramatic poet, who lived in the august age q
English literature.
Mr. II. Smith. Speaking of literature, Mis-
Vllers, only think Of my slipping down o
rhe ice twice already, tins morning. 1t wa
iunny-ha ho be he he
Mrs VHlers. lie he ! he
Mis- Emdocia. He he lie
Miss SusaaHa. lla ha ha
.Er e.. Smith. lIo! no no ba ! ha ha
.krP. Smith. lie he and George sat
sucb capital thing, aud 50 original. Wher
4 sing out, says he, Peter think you won
decline Iscreqm, this morning ice cream, yol
know Mrs Euiers, ice cream; la la hrs
rate, wasn't a;
.Er5 U!hrs, And do yor never say WITTY
things as We, as your other:
. NJ q Smith On,yc s,.nem,P Peter makes lo'
VI prime Jokvs, but he's 50 modest, lie al"ay
..bs 'em II on me.
.Hr. p. Smith. On, Psliaw. George; don
talk so--you make me blush; but It's get
= ing rather late. Guess we'd better be Jog
gng.
!. \ 'h G.. Smith We'll, as we've got on
= HhlluICu anu my iul't Nblls W lIdht, "
may as well pay our dcCoinS.
Miss Eudocid. .lSide 10 her mother. NJ
'e does lie mean that he wishes for some re
"a frcshmcnt
a Mrs. THrS. .4side. Ask him, NJ
" dear.
Mss Euiocia. Gentleman, will you n,
! take some cake and wine?
: .NSSrs. Smith, ThInk you, with pleasure
:. 7Hey go 10 he side taJic and jill tico w6
i glasses Wont you JInc Us, ladies?
i Ladics No, thank YOU.
Il .Hssrs .Smh. Then here's your goo
It health. Many returns Of the season !;
+ They set dori The glasses and b,gin 10 CO
c itco large Piee's Of cake. Enter Susanna.
y Ms tWrs. My youngest dlugh,e
IS Mcssrs Snn,h-Alessfs Srl,I. my younge,
rs daughter. 7h,y Io,r; .Nsa .Susgnna curt
Sns .MesSJs .Sa,dh hiring tt.l moidhs il,
Of cdke, can't sPeak, So u.y tsw 0gam on
ereuni
} Mss Susanna. What QUEER e % re- w
Is are they, Doshy: Are lury d.mJ: Nnl
menagcre did those monkeys come irDm;
nil Miss Eudocid. Poh they're not m1ukeJ
a they're etks IN a retail snop.
Mrs TMtrS. That accounts tor the nee
% racy of their quotation from Hamlet. Eud