Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1845-03-27
MISCELLANEOUS.

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MRS. CAUDLE'S CURTAIN Lee
~ 'aso TURE.
.Mr. Caudle has lent fee pounds to a. friend
"You ought to be very rich Mr.. eau
die. | wonder who'd lend you FIVE
pounds! But SO it is; wife may.
work and may slase' Ha, dear! the
many things that mighthave been done
with FIVE pounds! AS if people pick
ed up money in the street! But you al
ways were fool Mr. Caudle! I've
wanted black satin gown these three
years, and Eve pounds would have pref
ty well bought it. But it is no matter
how I go-not at al. Every body
says ! don't dress as becomes your
wife-and know it: but what's that
to you, Caudle' Nothing. Oh no'
you canhave fine feeling for every bo-
dy but those belonging to you. | wish
people knew you as do-that's all. /
You like to be called liberel- land your
family pays for it.
"All the girls want bonnets, and
when they're to get 'em | can't tell
HALF FIVE pounds would have bought
'em-but now they mus go without
OF course they belong to you; and any
body but your flesh and blood Mr.. eau
Bile.
"The man called for the water rate,
to-day; but should like to know how
people are to to pay taxes who throw
away 5pounds to every fellow that asks
them.
"Perhaps you don't know that Jack,
this morning, knocked his shuttle cock
through his bed room window. l was.
3 going to send for glazier TO mend it;
but after you lent the FIVE pounds l
was sure we couldn't afford it. Oh no!
the window must be as it is: and pretty
weather for dear child TO sleep with
a broken window. He's got cold
already on his lungs, and | shouldn't
at all wonder if that window settled
him-if the dear boy dies, his death
will be upon his fathers head; for Pm
sure we can't now pay for mending
windows. We might though, and do
a good many more things, if people
didn't throw away their five pounds.
"Next Tuesday, the fire insurance
is due. l should like to know how
it's to be paid. Why it can't be paid
at all. The five pounds would just
have done it-and now insurance is
out of the question. And there never
were so many fires as there are now
shall never close my eyes all night
but what's that to you, so people call
you liberal, Mr.. Caudle? Your wife
and children burnt alive in their beds
AS all Of US TO certainty shall be,
for the insurance mast drop. And af
Ter we've insured for so many year
But howl should like TO know, al
people to insure who make ducks an
brakes of their FIVE ro-nl-sse-
-ffI~tiid think we might go to Ma
gate this summer. There's poor lit
Caroline, Pm sure she wants the Sc;
But no, dear ereature she must ste
at home-all of US must stop at hon
shell 60 into a consumption, thee
no doubt of that; yes-dear littlr ang
-i',e made up my mind 10 lose BE-
aow. The child might hive been say
d,but people can't save their chlldre
and throw away their five POUNDS
too.
81 wonder where poor little Cheru
is! While you were lending that nv
pounds the dog ran out Of the shop
You know never let it 90 INTO the
street, for fear it should be bit by some
mad dog, and come home and bite all
the children. 1t wouldn't now at all
astonish me if the animal was to come
back with the hydrophobia, and give it
TO all the family. However,, what's
your family to you, SO you can play the
liberal creature with FIVE poundss
A. "Do.you hear the shutter, now it's
banging to and fro' Yes-I know
what it wants as well as you, it wants |
fastening. Twas to send for the black
smith to-day. But now IFS out of the !
question: noso it must bang of nights,
since you've thrown away FIVE pounds. /
"Well things have come to pretty |
pass! This is the first night i ever
made my supper of roast beef without
pickles. But who is TO afford pickles
when folks are always lending FIVE
pounds
"Ah! there's the SCOT falling down
the chimney. If hate the smell of a.
ny thing, t'sthe smell of scot. And
you know il; but what are my feelings
to you! Sweep the chimney. Yes
It's all very fine 10 say sweep the CHM
ney! but how are chimneys to be
swept-how are they to be paid for by |,
people who dom: take care Of their FIVE
pounds'
"Do you hear the mice running about