Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1843-06-02

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nasseh looked ut the spread table with malicious
lcering glances and when the Commissioner invi-
ted him to approach, the answer ofShylock might
be read on his face.
Eyes, to smell pork, to eat of the habitalon
which your prophet the Naznrene coniured the
devil INTO; j will buy with you, sell with YOU
talk with you, walk with you, and so following
but | will not eat with you, drink with you, nor
pray with you"
Baron Benny was less conscientious, for he ate
more beef steak than was delicate, and praied in
very foolish manner about it, as was his custom.
The Commissioner in that evenliul hour, en-
trely beed his nature for besides offering his
Port and MADEIRA IN the most unreserved manner,
IT so happened that he drew from his cellar Lis
century old Malaga, and after The dejeuner was
over, he opened to his snitors the way in which
his daughters hand was to be decided, in speech
that no one would ever have supposed him capa
BILE OF making. He explained to the rivals that the
hand OF Alberline woutl he bestowed on him who
chose the casket containing her picture.
AS the clock struck Twelve, the door of the Sa-
loon was thrown open, and IN the centre OF il
appeared table covered with rich tapestry, on
which stood three small caskets
One covered with shining gold had on the COW
or IA crown OF sparkling ducals, in the middle OF
which stood these words
"Who chooses me shall have more than his
hearts desire"
The second casket was of very delicately
wrought silver, aud on the cover surrounded with
inscriptions in strange languages, stood these
words:
"Who chooses me receives more ihnn he
hopes"
The third coske,, of neatly carved ivory, bore
the inscription:
"Who chooses me, has all imagined bliss"
Albertine seated herself in chair behind the
table, the Commissioner stood at her side, while
Manasseh and the Goldsmith retired to the back OF
the apartment.
II was decided by lot that the Secretary should
have the first choice, and Benny and Lelsen were
10 retire 10 the allle room.
The Secretary stepped ihoughiully up 10 the
table, contemplated the Baskets anxiousy, and
read the inscription over and over again. He
felt himself irresislbly attracted the beau
tiiully floulished silver ornaments which appear
ed on the silver casket. "Powers of Justice"
cried he, "what fair writing, how beautifully
the Arabic character is here mingled with the
Roman who chooses me receives far more than
he hopes Have ever yet hoped that Miss AL.
berthe BoswinkeI would favor me with her wor-
thy hand? Did not fall into despair-did not
in the pond here indeed is comfort, this is my
happiness Commissioner Miss Al5ertine,-
choose the silver casket!"
Albertine rose and reached the Secretary a lit
lie key, with which he Immediately opened the
casket. But what was his alarm, when he found
not Alberne's miniature, but small book bound
in parchment, containing nothing but blank
leaves scroll with this inscription upon it:
Choose a object for your love,
And fortune will proptious prove,
And certain blessings send.
Where Learning Ignorance cxpels,
And Wisdom with her iavore dwes
His Bliss can never end"
"Powers of JUSTICE" stainmered the Secretary,
4" a book no, not q book-bound paper instead OF
the picture; all hope destroyed; oh, slnilten Sec
retary-it is all over with you all over, away to
the Frog pond"
Tusmann was about to hasten away, hut the
Goldsmith crossed his path and said, "Tusmann,
be not troubled no treasure can be more yalua-
BILE to you than the one you have found. The
scroll has already drawn your attention to it. BE
so kind as TO put the hook that you took from the
caske into your pocket" Tusmanu complied
with The request.
"Now think of some book" proceeded the
Goldsmith, (which at this moment yoa would
like TO have by you."
"Aas" cried The Secretary. ain though,less,
unchristian manner, threw the short Plan OF Pc.
litical Wisdom of ThOmasius into the Frog Pond"
STRAW the boob from your pocket" said the
Goldsmith.
Tusrnann did as requested aud behold the
book was nothing else but Thomasus's plan.
" Tia, what is this ?" cried The Secretary, almost
out OF his wits, sob mighty powers" my dear
Thomasins saved from the cruel vengeance OF g-
norant frogs, who have never learned manners
from it,
"Silence," interrupted the Goldsmith, "put the
book again into your pocket" Tusmann did so.
| Now think of some work." continued the
! Goldsmith, (which you have, perhaps, sought
for in vain for long lime, aud which you cannot
fHd in any library"
,''r mowers" said the Secretary, sadly,
ru.Hua ferH l5 ""'nsemeni, visit The Opera,
.r. UaFa uia1.I, 90 .-r n'"s to perfect
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