Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1845-04-03

didn't go amongst Heaven knows who,
drinking and smoking, and making
what yon think your jokes. | never
heard any good come to a man who
cared about Jokes. No respectable
! tradesman does. But ] know what
I'll do: iii scare away your Skylarks.
The house serves liquor after twelve
ola Saturday;-and if ! don't write to
the magistrates, and have the license
taken away, I'm not lying in this bed
this night. Yes, you may call me a
foolish woman; but no, Mr.. Caudle, mo;
it's you who are the foolish man: OF
worse than foolish man; you're a
wicked one. If you were to die to-
morrow-and people who goto pnbllc
houses do all they can to shorten then
lives-I should like to know who would
write upon your tombstone, "A tender
husband and an affectionate father.'-
E-I'd have nc such falsehoods told Of
you, | assure you.
"Going and spending your money.
and-nonesense! don't tell memo il
you were to ten times swear it,
wouldn't believe that you only spent
eighteen-pence. know better. Pm
not quite fool, Mr.. Caudle. Agreat
deal you could have foreighteen pence!
And all the club marrid men, and ia
| theirs of families. The more shame for
! 'em! Skylarks, indeed! They should
call themselves Vultures; for they can
only do as they do by robbing their in
nocent wives and children. Eighteen
pence week! And if it was only that
do you know what fiety-two eigh-
teen pences come to in year? Do
you ever think of that, and see the
gowns I wear? Pm sure ! can't out
ofthe house-money, buy myself pin
cushion; though I've wanted one these
six months. No-not so much as a
ball of cotton. But what do you care
so you can get your brandy-and-water:
There's the girls, too-the things
they want They're never dressed
like other peoples children. But it's
all the same to their father. Oh yes!
So he can go with his Skylarks they
may wear sack cloth for pinafores, and
packthread for carriers.
"You'd better not let that Mr. Pref
lyman come here, that's all, or, rather,
you'd better bring him once. Yes, l
should liketo see him. He wouldn't
forgetit. A man, who, may say,
lives and moves only in spittoon. A
man who has pipe in his mouth as
constant as his front teeth. A sort of
tavern king, with lot of fools, like
you, to laugh at what he thinks his
jokes, and give him consequence. No
Mr.. Caudle, no; it's no use for your
telling ma to go to sleep, for I won't.
Go to sleep indeed! Pm sure it's al
most time to get up. l hardly know
what's the use of going 10 bed at all
now.
"The Skylarks, indeed: | suppose
you'll be buying "Little Warbler"
| and at your time of life, be trying to
sing. She peacocks will sing next
A pretty name you'll get in the neigh
borhood; and, in a very little time, a
nice face you'll have. Your nose is
getting redder already; and you've just
one of the noses thatliquor always flies
to. You don't see it's red? Mo-
dare say not-but l see it; 1 see a
great many things you don't. And
SO you'll go on. In little time with
your brandy-and-w ater-don't tell me
that you only take two small glasses;
| know what mems two small glasses
are. In little time you'll have face
all over as if it was made of. red cur
rent jam. And l should like to know
who's 70 endure you then, won't,
and SO don't think it. Don't come to
me.
"Nice habits men learn at clubs! =
There's Joskins: he was adecent crea-
ture one, and now Pm told he's more
than once boxed his wife's ears. He's
a Skyiark, too. And suppose, some
day, you'll be trying 10 box my ears'
Don't attempt it, Mr Caudle; | say
don't attempt it. Yes its all very
well for you to say you don't mean it,
but only say again, don't attempt
it. You'd rue it till the day Of your
death, Mr.. Caudle.
"Going and sitting for four hours at
a tavern! What men, unless they had
their wives with them, can find to talk
about, / can't think. No good, Of
course.
"Eighteen-pence week-and drin-
king brandy -and-water, enough to
swim boat! And smoking like the
/ funnel ola steamship! And / can't
afford myself SO much as a piece Of
j tape! It's brutal, Mr.. Caudle. IT'S
ve-ye-ve-ry brutal.
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