The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1842-01-01

and proiltS, ana all me appurtenanceS lnere
unto belongings"
Makafee-H faith, Sampson, my dear
fellow, as you seem to have happy mack
at trading upon suppositious capital, sup
pose you do suppose me case. Not that
| feel in any wise interested. lmppossi-
BILE. But merely by way of entertaining
yourself and me after your own taste; for
after all, as weeey sStibus non est dis
putandem,-or, if you prefer it, nil dispu-
tandem. Now will you be pleased to
show your cause of actio l, and proceed
with your argument, friend Slitt?'
Slitt-Wal, | rather chocolate shall,
if you'll gin me chance. So, as Twas a
sayin', "touching the premises" suppose
they are i'll the possession of the present
occupant.
Makafee-Yes, doubtless; but who
may that be2
Slitt-Why | suppose, for aught |
kneow tew the contrary, the owner.
Max Aye, mys fine fellow, but the
name, the name?-Can you not suppose
me that2
Slitt-Yes, sarlam. can suppose it
might be Sampson Slit: but then i, aint,-
is it?
Mak-Pshaw! you're wag. Come,
either file your mar, or confess judgment,
with a stay.
Slitt-Wal, if it's confessin' you're at,
Pm free to confess that
Mak-Whal2
Slitt-That that spring-house is a part
| of the freehold.
Confound the fool and the
spring-house too. Why do you stop
there2 Go on,-the property
Slitt-Ye s, confess like to confcund
fools.-'StopF Why you said confess
with s,ay-so | confessed, and then
stand, as you advised, to know your furlh-
er pleasure,-'Go on the property2' Wal,
confess that is jest what I'd like to do
the slickest of anything in natur.
Mak-Poh! Poh! fellow, to whom
does the property belong? Do you under
stand? say?
Slitt-Wal, Squire Makalee, dew say
you are abeout the hardest man at cross
examining that dew kneow. Now il
it's sayin' you're at, deow suppose
may safely say, understand it dooes ap-
pear as though you have all along ben a
workin' and wrigglin' yourself into my
good graces; to get me, suppose, say
| confess understand that property be-
longs tew-a-the rich widow
Mak-Who, sir2
Slitt-No, Squire, not QUITE beg
parding for interruptin' you-not the
widow 'Whoosir:' but the wealthy wild,
ow Wiggler, treasure herself, precious
one, to man who wants a Saring wife
Mak-[ruJ6ing his hands briskly] J.
Rich, eh?-w wealthy, you dog, eh?-is shei
: There, that'll do-as we say, you may
90 down. bla' me; he mus
give me a taste of her history. say my
dear, straightforward, frank, open-heart
ed friend Of Delilah, if you love me, dis.
course me now freely of this fair rclct's
character. disposition, size, age, proper
tons, SC. sc.
Slitt-See there -now-talk of the divi
sion of labor. had an idea you'll were
going to do your share of the talking; bu
it's queer if you haint upset that view o.
theisubject.
Wal, the'widow Wiggler is abeout YOU
size and age, and a beauty. Her DISPOSE
ton does honor to the Wigglers,-ant
they dew say, she's regular teelotale
for man that wants to grow rich by sa
vin',-that is economy, Squire; for sh'
has two gals hired to her at three shil'
lings a week, to wash and cook and do
chores; and she pays half the wages O.
one in the tip ends of candles, and hal
the others in scraps and cold victuals.-
And for wIggling herself into the secrets
of every family in the whul neighborhood
(the very wife for lawyer,) there ain
one that's no touch to her. Tolher day
as was passing, she says, says she
'Wal, Sampy Slit, how dew you dew2-
what's the noos2'
Don't know, mann. says ]. Have yot
hearn any2
'Why not much,' says she-'but Nancy
Simpson tell'd me the other day, tina
Mrs. Badpay settles with her gals at +;
lcuy week, with promise to remember
themfor the balance, in her rill.
don't know mann, says !, but dare
say they'll remember HER, whether she
will or no. Pm tell'd you manage things
in considerable fix better with your gals
that between candle-ends and cole
scraps, you do driving trade, and cash
business at that.
'Laux! Samp Slit, you always was &
fool'-and off she fung.-Why Squire
Makafee, did you never hear the tale she
tells of you2
Mak-[witA some alarm -No,-bles'
me! Sampson, my dear fellow, what il
iR
Slitt--Why she says; that Mr.. SANDER
well told her, that three years ago, yo,
commenced the practice Of your PROBES
sion, in an adjoining state, as poor as I
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