The Arkansas banner., 1843-10-07

gave pious cough, as much as to say ssl do :" as, indeed she did, nearly every night in the week.
 "A good discourse, ma'am ''' asked Mir. Bevan, addressing the lady.
 The lady raised- her eyes i'll pious man. ner, and answered, "Yes.,' She i1a,i been much comiorted by some good, strong, pep pery doctrine, which satisfactorily disposed of all her friends and acquaintances, and quite settled their business. Her bonnet, too, had far outshone every bonnet in the congregation so she was tranquil on all accounts.
 . ssWhat course of lectures are you attend- ing now, ma'am }" said Martins friend, turn ing again to Mrs. Brick.
 "The Philosophy of the Soul--on We'd nesdays.n
 s'On Mondays in
 ssrho Philosophy of Crime"
 ''On Fridaysi"
 ss'The Philosophy of vegetabIes.'
 ssYou have forgotten Thursdays---the Phi losophy of Government, my dear," observed the third lady.
 ssNo,'' said Mrs. Brick. ssT'hat's Tuesdays.~
 'sSo it is p cried the lady. sThe Philo- sophy of Matter on Thursdays, of course"
 ~ lou see, Mir. Chuzzlewit, our ladies are fully employed,' said Mir. Bevan.
 ''lndeed you have reason to say so," an- swered Martin. "Bctween these very grave pursuits abroad, md family duties at home, their tune must be pretty well engrossed."
 Martin stopped here, for he saw that the ladies regarded him with no very great favor, though what he had done to deserve the dis dainful expression that appeared in their faces he was at loss to divine. But on their going up stairs to their bcd-rooms-which they very soon did--Mr Bevan informed him that domestic drudgery was fur beneath the exalted range of these Philosophers, and that the chances were hundred to one that neither of the three could perform the easiest woman's work for herself, or make the sinl- plest article of dress for any of her children.
 'sThough whether they might not be better employed with even such blunt instruments as knitting-ncedlcs, than with these edge tools," he said, s.is another question; but can answer for one thing-shey don't often cut themselves. Dcvotions and lectures arc our balls and concerts. They go to these places of resort, as an escape from inonotony look at each others clothes; and come home again."
 "When you say home, do you mean house like this i''
 s.Very often. But l sec you arc tired to death, and will wish you good night. We will discuss your projects in the morning. You cannot but feel already that it is useless staying here, with any hope of advancing them. You will have to go iarthcr.'
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 "WelI, hope not But sufficient for the day, you know-Good nightp'
 They shook hands heartily, and separated. As soon as Martin was left alone, the excite ment of novelty and change which had s,,s- taincd him through all the fatigues of the day, departed; and he felt so thoroughly de- jectcd and worn out, that he even lacked the energy to crawl up stairs to bed.
 In twelve or fifteen hours, how great 8 change had fallen on his hopes and sanguine plans! New and strange as he was to the ground on which he stood, and the air he breathed, he could not-rccalling all that he had crowded into that one day--but entertain strong misyiving that his enterprise was doomed. Rash and ill-considered as it had often looked on ship-board, but had never seemed on shore, t wore dismal aspect now that frightened him. Whatever thoughts he called up to his aid, they came upon him ill depressing and discouraging shapes, and gave him no relief. Even the diamonds on his finger sparkled with the brightness of tears, and had no ray of hope in all their brilliant lustrc.
 He continued to sit in gloomy rlmiAation by the stove-unmindful of the boarders who dropped in one by one from their stores and counting or the ncighboring bar rooms, and after taking long pulls from n great white water-jug upon the sidebosrti, and lingering with kind of hideous fasci- nation near the brass spittoons, lounged hea- vily to bed--until at length Mark Tapley came and shook him by the arm, supposing him asleep.
 ssMark ?. he cried, starting.
 sAll right, sir" said that cheerful follower, snuiIing with his fingers the candle he bore ssIt ain't very large bed, yourn, sir; and a man as wasn't thirsty might drink, afore breakfast, all the water you've got to wash in, and afterwards eat the towel. But you'll sleep without rocking tonight, sir"
 ssI feel as if the house were on the sea, , said Martin, staggering when he rose ssand am utterly wretched." ''I'm as jolly as sandboy, myself, sir,' said Mark. ssBut, Lord, have reason to be ought to have been born here; that's my opinion. Take care how you go''--for they were now ascending the stairs. ''You recol. lect the gentleman aboard the Screw us had the very small trunk, sir? Y | ssThe yalise Yes" "Well, sir, there's been delivery of cleal clothes from the wash tonight, and they'r l put outside the bedroom doors here. , you take notice as we go up, what yer, few shirts there are, and what many fronts you'll penetrate the mystery of his packing' } But Martin was too weary and dcspondcn to take heed of anything, so had no interes in this discovery. Mir. Tapley, nothin l dashed by his indifference, conducted him { ]. the top of the house, and into the bedzchana r Der prepared for his reception; which was