The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1844-10-18

| III SIoChI!blH anu NOW, lnONgut |
what is to be done TO let my spirits
sink was the worst way possible; to pu
my hand in my bosom, and look UP t
heaven was not much better. The SUI
breaks out when we least expect him,
said |, while the heavy autumnaI cloud.
were sinking down over the town. re
solved TO do my utmost to gain some more
comfortable prospects for the future than
my stay with the country pastor afforded
me, and at last fixed upon seeking EN-.
PIoyment as a copyist.
Then spent many days in fnilless en-.
deavOrs to find ears that we've noI deaf to
my applications, and then in the breast
burdening toll of copying out the empty
productions of empty heads. My din.
ners became more and more economical
but my hopes continued to rise until an
evening, from which, in my calendar,
date new era with cross. My land
lord had just left me to my medilalions
with the comfortable observation, as a
text, that tomorrow | must pay down my
quarters rent, unless | preferred quite
French politenoss , making another tour
of discovery about the streets.
1t was an indescrbabIy cold Novem-
bor's evening, and had just returned from
visiting house of sickness, where | had,
perhaps imprudentIy, emplied my purse,
when | was greeted with this amiable sal.
utation.
| trimmed my sleepy, dim-bnrning
lamp with my fingers, and then looked
about my lille dingy chamber for plans
of money-making.
'Diogenes was WOrSe accommodated,
| sighed, as | pulled my lame table away
from the window, for the wind and rain
seemed unwilling to stay outside. At the
same moment, my glance fell upon a
cheertulIy glowing fire IN an opposite
kitchen. 90 cooks you have glorious
lot among mortals' thought |, while
with some secret pleasure watched the
well nourished dame, who stood like an
empress amid the pots and stew-pans,
surrounded with the glory of the fire, and
swaylng the tongs as sceptIe over her
glowing dominions.
On higher floor had view through
the window, covered with no envious
blind, of a gaily illuminated chamber,
where numerous family were assembled
around a tea.table. | was stiff in every
limb with cold and damp, and how emp
ly that part of my animal economy, which
may be styled the magazine, was that
evening, | will not say; but-'Mercilul
Heaven = thought | If that pretty mai.
den, who is just now reaching cup of
tea 10 the stout gentleman upon the sofa,
who seems too heavily replenished to rise
from his seat, would but put out her fair
hand little further this way, and could
with a thousand thankful kisses
how foolish The fat gentleman takes
the cup, and dips his bun in the tea so
dcliberately-'tis enough to make one
cry And now that pretty maiden is ca
ressing him wonder if he is her pa
pa, or her uncle; or perhaps, envable
mortal but no, that cannot be; he is
at least forty years older than she
'1Hat must be his wife surely; that cl-
derby lady who sits beside him on the So
ia, and to whom the fair maiden Just now
offers platter of cakes. But TO whom
does she offer them now! One ear and
a part OF a shoulder is all that projects be-
You'd the rim of the window. How lone
he keeps the gentle girl waiting his plea.
sure but 1t must be lady-no gentle.
man would behave so Or il NAV be her
brother. All see his great fist thrust in.
to the biscui-basket,'a rude lout! but,
perhaps, he was hungry. Now she turns
to the two little girls, her sisters, mos,
likely, and gives them all that Mr.. One
ear has left behind. As for herself, she
seems to take no more of the tea than |
90, except lis fragrance. But what a
movement suddenly takes place in the
room! The old gentleman starts up from
the sofa; the one-eared gentleman rush.
es forward, and gives the gentle maiden
rude shock IA dromedary as he is y thai
lmpels her against the tea-table. ant
makes the old lady, who was Just rising
from the sofa, sit down again. The chill
dren skip about and clap their hands; the
door opens; in comes young officer
the maiden throws herself into his arms
Aha there | have it dashed to my
wlndow-shutters, so that it cracked; ant
sat down, wet with the rain, and with
trembling knees upon my stool.
what had to do staring through tho
window This comes of curiosity y
Eight days before, this family had re-
turned from the country into the fine
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