Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1845-06-26

EE1mnmEs sn1f Ssxs.Hss @esa y.
voice of remonstrance, declare that he S
would have fair play; and then, twllted by
Mrs Gaptooh, who would call upon him to
be man, and not be made a fool o. by
brazen slut, he would VOW he'd rather
see her hanged than see another man have
her. Mrs Gaptoo,h would then declare
"she was too good for him, but he must
have his own way She had no spite n
ganst the wench for her imPndence;none
she couldn't feel spite for the poorest
thing in the word--it wasn't by no means
IN her nature; nevertheless, she'd 60 and
see her hanged with the greatest pleas
ure.' The reader may believe that, from
these broken sentences, could piece out
sufficient to make me tremble for Patty.
Days passed on, and from what | could
hear, the next day was appointed for the
trial of CIickIy Abram and his conledcr-
ate, as she was called, Patty Butler
Now it was the custom Of Mrs Trap VI
know not whether it be common win Inc
sex--to visit the treasures in her bureau
mt least once day. She would take up
and hang over, and nod at various odds
and ends Of silk, and ribbons, and lace;
and now and then sigh at an old tan, as
though it brought back to her the days
when she danced at Chester with Sir Mo-
hawk Brush. The remains of by-gone
frippery among which was placed seem
ed to tie poor Mrs Traply to the out
door world. There were laccs in that
bureau knitted up with the strings Of her
maiden heart There were pieces OF SILK
which reminded her of her lustrous youth
when Newgate was TO her fable;
gloomy dream; and nothing more. Then
would she sigh, and that sigh spoke OF
sad experience of hard Newgate stones
1t happened then that Mrs Traply, in
a mild, melancholy mood, took me, the
morning before the trial, from my dark a
biding-place. What she proposed with
me | knew not but she was about to car
ny me from the room, when she was ar
rested in her intent by the sound of her
husband. BY the soliend tones of his
voice, I conclude that he was about to in.
,roduco Ncwga,c visitors into his domes-
tic retreat. was right. The turnkey
showed into his room three ladies' and
gentleman and as they entered, Mrs
TrapIy at the same time curtseyed, and
flung me on the top of the bureau.
The male, and one of the female vlsl-
tors, Immediately recognized as Mr. and
Mrs Flamngo, under whose auspices, 1t
may be remembered | was dressed for
the Prince of WaIcs's cradle. They
were both of an age not to be spoken OF,
and this was their first visit to London
To them life had been tolerabIy long
walk upon lambs wool; and they knew
little OF misery in novels, which is gener-
ally hung with golden fringe at the end
Hence, in London, they were in per-
petual state of agitation, from the oh
iec,s of crime and wretchedness which
beset them. Every day they vowed they
would start for the Man-trap Park, their
to end their days, forgetfuI, if possible,
.ofthe horrors they had seen; and every
day Mr. and Mrs Flamingo prevailed upon
them to Ienglhen their visit; there was
something yet so beautilul-so interest
ing, they must behold, What would their
friends In Devonshire say, if they die not
know not if destiny had ordered it as
a reward or trials Of the virtues OF the
maiden Peachicks, that should be sent rs
frst-hoor dodgers TO the house of FIamn-
90; there, however, they were, and, I'M
der the potent persuasion of the feather
merchant, there they promised some time
to remain. |, was in vain that they pro-
tested that they had seen enough Of Lon
don; Mr. Flamingo knew better.
NO, no, cried the elder Miss Peach
ick. as she came tmidly into the room,
I've had quite enough of this dreadful
place! Dear me! Well, how any body
can live with bolts drawn upon them! !
And you mean to say, Mr. Flamiogo, that
all those men and women-the poor prls-
oners, Heaven bless 'em--that they've
all really done something wrong? They
don't look like it. There must be some
mistake
Most of 'em old hands, my lady, said
Traply.
Confirmed thieves and murderers,
observed Flamingo, gllbly.
1t can't be- cried Miss Leonora; its
lying in the face of goodness 10 believe
it,
And is that poor woman criminal
too" asked Miss Amelia, pointing at Mrs
Traply.
My wife, my lady, said the turnkey;
and then added, with grin, sometimes
criminal, for all that
'Ha! and the good woman helps you tc
lock the poor things up, suppose! And
you live here, Ell! Well, bless me! Ant
YOU never let the prisoners oat for airing!
They never take ride, poor lhlngs!
asked Miss Leonora Peachick, in the in,
nocence Of fifty.three and rustic life.
Never take a ride, my lady answered
Traply, that officer being nightly tlckle'
by the simplicity Of his guest; never ride
'cept when they 60 to be hanged
Don't talk IN that way my good man
it's impossible, cried Miss Amelia. why
you'll never tell me that they'll have til,
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