Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1845-03-01

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Trotty stood aghast. lad his legs
shook under him. liz med to have
starved a garrison Of ii, lundroc men
with his own hand.
who eats triper said Mr.. Filler,
warmly, who cats tripc9'
Trctty made miserable bow.
You do, do your said Mr.. Filler
Then IN tell you something. You
snatch your tripc, my friend, out of
the mouths of widows and orphans
Il hope not, SIR said Trotty faint
ly. I'd sooner die Of want!'
divide the amount of t,ipe before
mentioned, Alderman said Mr.. Filler,
by the estimated number Of existing
widows and orphans, and the result
will be one penny weight of tripe to
each. Not grain is left for that man.
Consequently, he's a robber.'
Trotty was so shocked that it gave
him no concern to see the. Alderman
finish the tripe himself. II was a re-
lief 10 get rid of it any how.
'And what do you say?' asked The
Alderman, loosely, of the redface
gentleman in the blue coat, You
have heard friend Filler. What do
you sag"
What's it possible 10 say returned
the gentleman. 'Whatis to be said.
Who can take an interest in fellow
like this meaning Trotty, Sin degen-
crate times as these? Look at him.
Whatan object! The good old tines
the grand old times! Those were the
times for a bold pcasantry, and all that
sort of thing. Those were the tines
for every sort Of thing, in fact. There's
nothing nowadays. 'Ahr sighed the
red faced old gentleman. the good
old timcs-the good old timcsl'
The gentlemen didn't specify what
particular times he alluded to; nor didhc
sly whether he objected to the present
times, from disintercsted conscious.
ness that they had done nothing very
remarkable in producing himself.
The good old times-thc good old
times repeated the getlcman. what
times they were! They were the only
times. Its OF No use talking about any
other times. or rising hat the poo-
pie are in these times. You don't call
these, times, do you. don't. Look in
to Struts Costumes, and see what
Porter used TO be, in any Of the good
old English reigns.'
lie hadn't, in his very best circum-
stances, shirt to his back, or stock
ing TO his foot; and there was scarcely
II vegetable in all England, for him to
put into his MOUTH said Mr.. Filler. 81
can prove il, by tables
But still the red-faccd gentleman cx-
tolled the good old times, the grand old
times, the great old times. No matter
what any body else said, he still went
turningroand and round in one sci form
OF words concerning them, as n poor
squirrel turns and turns in its revolving
cage, touching the mechanism and
tri & Of which it has probably quite as
distinct perceptions as ever this red
faced gentleman had of his deceased
Millennium.
1t is possible that poor old Trotty's
faith in these very vague Old Times
was not entirely destroyed, for he felt
vague enough at that moment. One
thing however, was plain TO him, in the
midst OF his distress; 70 wit, that how
ever these gentlemen might differ in
details, his misgivings Of that moining,
and olmany other mornings,wcre well
founded. No, no. We can't go right,
or do right though Trotty. in despair.
There's no good in US. We arc all
very pooro
Bat Trotty had fathers heart with.
in him, which had somehow got into
his breast IL spite Of this decree; and
lie could not bear that Meg, in the
blush of her brief JOY, should have her
fortune read by these wise gentlemen.
Sod help her, thought poor Trotty.
She will haow it soon enough
lie anxiously signed, therefore, TO
the young smith, to take her away
But he was so busy. TALKING 10 her soft
ly at little distance, that he only be-
came conscious OF ihis desire simuIta-
neousIy with Aldcrman Cute. Now,
the Alderman had not yet had his say,
but he was philosopher, too-prac.
teal and, as be had no idea Of losing
any part ofbis audience, he cried 'StopP
Now you kaow, said the Alderman,