The Woodstock age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1844-1845, 1845-04-24

7 N " iva oSci VOL uueS III 20 10
If you're the best sailor as ever swum-th,
-honestest, joyialest, goodlookingest young
man as ever yon the wink of a wirluou,
young voman-vot does all your goodness,
go for With the world, if you don't wear
voich?
Jack Lipscomb, with increasing gravity,
saved the back ofhis hand across hi: chin
and looking upon the floor, seemed as if
the in;errogalve of the Jew had awak-
70 ened dormant feeling Of vanity-had, in
a moment, solved to his entire satisfaction
great social mystery. Il don't know if
you ar'nt right said Jack, after a pause.
AS the world goes--for it's made of
vanity, Jack-a mans nothin without a
yolch.'
, There may be something in it, agreed
f the sailor
I'm an old man, my tear friend, and
know the world With all It's crooked bits and
nasty blots, and talk 10 you, Jack, like
my own flesh and blood
Come, ayast theren exclaimed Jack,
suddenly; none o'thal--l am a christian,
and loves pork
10 be sure, Wy not!' answered the Jew,
IN no way Disconnected: he then returned
to the charge i talk to you as I'd talk
to my own son, and if it vos the last words
had to speak, I'd say, Jack Lipscomb,
doJus'lce to yourself and get a votch.'
Advice is plentiful as sprats,' said the
sailor. ANY fool can say, get a watch;
but he isn't such fool, who shows how
it's to be done.
My tear friend, said the Jew, wait a
minute. Shadrach then unlocked draw
err, and taking from it large metal watch,
exposed 1t, with a light laugh, to the sail
Tor.
It's a big I'm, said Jack Lipscomb,
graveIy.
It's beauty exclaimed the Jew; but
you hasn't seen half, Jack, look here
Sh drach then wound up the watch, and
the picture of a ship fixed in the diaI-pIate
was set in motion, rocking very regularly
over grass-green pillows, under which was
written the Iegand-'Such is Gtt.'
She carries a good deal of canvas for
such sea, said the sailor, glaAcing at
the toy with purely professional eye.
TO be sure-vonts nothn," answered
the Jew, casting his cleaning looks in the
weather-beaten face of the doomed pur-
chaser.
'llumph wonder how long them stnd-
dingsa booms would stand in a trouth Of
the sea like that? They'd snap like clay
pides; ifthey wouldn't, I'm
Never mind, my tear friend cried the
Jew quickly, 'siXpenes will paint it cut
Veil. vot do you say to that, Jack? asked
Shadrach, row holding the watch to the
sailors eyes, now Withdrawing it, and
now turning it in his hand, as though he
held magic mirror to dazzle and con-
found the lockers senses, 'Vot do you say
to that, Jack!'
Jack spoke to the Jews understanding
a whole volume; albeit he really uttered
not word For he slowly wiped his lips
with the cuff of his jacket, The while he
gazed at the cronometer; again he wiped
away, what to the Jew seemed the water
rising to the sailors mouth, brought thi,h-
er by strong desire of making that watch
his own.
For six pound with them feathers
and here the Jew threw an affected look
of contempt upon myself and companions
PROSTATE At his feet, the yoch shall be
your'n.'
IS it gold?' asked Jack.
'Vot, vell!' exclaimed the Jew, and he
two indignant steps towards the
drawer, as if about to corsign the watch
forever to its keeplng-then paused, and
looking sorrow fully up into the fee of
Jack Lpscomb, asked him. most pathe,-
ic tones, 'vot he thought of him!
NO offence, hope said Jack Lips
comb, deierentialy.
AS i! I'd sell my best friend any thing
but the very best gold. Ha! Mr. Lipscomb,
you don't know memo, YOU don't; you've
cut me clean to the heart; hut to show you
bears no malice, lll take all the money
you have for the yotch---'
Without the feathers" asked the sailor.
mo, my tear friend, with the feathers;
hough they're of no use to me--quite
1one, still, for principle, my tear friend [
must have the feathers
Jack turned his tobacco in his mouth,
ooked at the watch, as the cameleon fixes
fly, ere, with its long thread of a tongue
le consigns it to his jaws,-then, throwing
orh his right hand, seized the tlmepiece,
Imost Immediately emptying his pocket of
our pounds, fifteen shllIings.
You've bargain, MIR Lipscomb,y you've
veil, bless my heart, don't go,'-said
he Jew, as the knocker smote the street
oor,-'it's only an old acquaintance of
our'n, my daughter Miriam
Saying this the Jew Quilted the chamber
nd in two minutes from his departure,
liriam, more than plump Jewess, with
ast black eyes,a profuslon of black hair
a very net for sailors hears), large rosy
FPS showing every one her brilliant white
ccth, and her massive face polished over
With smiles, swan into the room.
Poor Jack Lipscomb
This may be proper place to observe
hat sentimental affection had, for three
ast voyages, grown up between Jack