Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1844-09-20

.c,or,ty of sneech. Her eyes followed me in as
enlistment, and returned and relieved my en-
harrossment by putting load on my conscience
told her had been trying to relieve the tootIi-
ache by the temporary use OF tobacco Whlle' Iu'
to tell never had an achhG rang III my ho"0
went home mortified.
Cvndou forenoon-Frend A. invited mysei
and wife TO take seat with him to hear the cele-
hrated Mr.. -- preach conducted by heIghoot
A 70 his new. Mouth, as usual, full OF tobacco
and, horror of horrors! found the pew elegantly
rarneted with white and green-tWo or three ma
hogony crckets, and nat stanu-'u' ~ ~.
ne services commenced every peal on the organ
was answered by an internal appeal from my
n,outh for liberation from its commensurate the
limo was impossible | thought of using my hat
cor n snit-box-hen, of turning one of the crckets
over, but could do nothing unpercelved. took
out my handkerchief, but found, IN the plehltuue
Of her oficiousness, that my wife had placed one
of her white cambrcks IN my pocket lnStcaG Vi
nv bandanna. BY the time the preacher had
manned his text, my cheeks had reached their ut
most tension, and must spit or de-
arose. seized my hat and made for the door,
NV wfe-confound these women, how they do9
one about! -imagining me unWen, (She m9n'
have known better(-got up and followed me out
Arc YOU unwell, Olivern said she, as the dooi
closed after us. answered her by putting out lux
- ewes of an unlucly dog with flood OF expressed
essence of Cavendish Il WISH, said she, Mr.
4 had spit-box in his pew SO do H. W.
footed it home in moody silence. was sorry my
wife had lost the sermon, but how could help it
These women are so affectionate, confound them
lno, don't mean so. But she might have KNOW
what allied me and kept her seat
Tobacco! tobacco! The deeds of that da
are not told vet After the conclusion of the ser
vices, along came farmer Ploughshare. lie ha
seen me 90 out of chl'rch, and stopped at the c
pen window where l sat. Sick to-day, Mr.
Rather unwell,' answered ]; and there was al
other lie to place to the account of tobacco. wv
had powerful preaching, Mil; sorry you ha
to 90 OUT My wife asked him in, and in he CANT
she might know he would, but women must be s
Dolite But she was the sufferer by it. CompI
ments over | gave him my chair at the open vii
dow. Down he sat, and fumbng in his pocket
he drew forth formidable plug OF tobacco, al
commenced untwistng it, Then you use toba
co, said |. "A leetle occasionally said he,
he deposited from three to four inches in h
cheek mentally pitied those who use more.
6 A neat fence that of yourn,' as flood after flo
bespattered newly painted white fence near t
window. Yes, said |, but like darker colo
{ So do !, , answered Ploughshare, and yaller su
my notion. 1t don't show dirt And he moiste
ed my carpet with his favorite color. Good. tn
wife will ask him in again, guess. We VIC
now summoned to dinner. Farmer Ploughsha
seated himself | saw his long fingers in the pa
ticular position in which tobacco cheWer kno
how to put his digits when about to unlade.
drew them across his mouth; trembed for
consequences should he throw such a load up
the hearth or floor. But he had no intention tn
to waste his quid, and-sbockng to relate--dep
tied it beside his plate, on my wfe's damask clio
This was too much plead sickness and arc
There was no lie in the assertion now; was sl
retired from the table. but my departure did I
discomposc Farmer Ploughshare, who was
conscious of having done wrong | returned
season to see him replace his quid in his mou
to undergo second mastication, and the bell
portunely ringing, called him away before
could use his plate for spit boX-for SUCH
persuaded, would have been his next motion.
went up stairs, and throwing myself on the b
fell asleep. Dreams of humiliation, floods ami
harrassed me. | thought | was burning.
smoking like cigar | then thought the Me
mac had burst its banks and was about to overt
me with its waters | could not escape--the
ter had reached my cEin-I tasted it; it was
tobacco Juice coughed and screamed, and
waking, found had been to sleep with quio
my mouth. My wife entered at the mome
threw the filthy weed away HUI, if were
| would not use that vile stuff any more
Il WON'T said !. Neither fig nor twist, pig
nor Cavendish, has passed my lips since, nor {
shall they again.