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

YET rlaHlngoS property, dloeit i1eh iSho-
rant the history have to speak Of
Peter FIamngo gave dinner. should
say he rather presided at dinner given to
him; for there was no dish upon the table
that might not have bothe above 1t the
banner of the noble house from which it
emana,ed. Believe Flamingo, and the
banquet was no other than a collection of
offerings made to him by The English no.
biIIi,y: he could have pointed out the rep
resenlatves Of the peerage, from the noble
who came to cut Threats with William the
Conqueror, at Hastings, TO the last baron
ennobled for cutting the throats Of his con-
stituents at Westminster. How Flamngo's
guess,-benevoIently picked on, by him
from the very mob of tradesmcn-wonder-
ed at the banquet; how they praised their
host for his high connections; and how
they hated him!
Tie dinner passed off with excessive
cordially The wine, every drop of It
from the cellars of the peerage, made, ut
all events, passing call at the hearts Of
the drinkers, ere it mounted into tier
heads; and all was sincerity and noisy
happiness.
seen such magnificent pine.appesl Flam-
lingo drops his eye proudly yet lovingly
upon the fruit, and says, with soft voice,
so moduIated that not one man shall lose
one sylyble-'Ha! my dear Duke of Did
dleton-he is, indeed, friend; all-all
from his own gracious pinery!
Bless my heart! Well, YOU are luck
man! cries Brown.
was there ever such a duke in the
world" exclaimed Johnson.
It's shame TO put knife into 'em,
remarks Field, directing his looks, sharp
ened to a very keen edge, towards the
crown Of the ducai gift,
Pooh! pooh! what are pines grown for,
if not TO he ea,en7 cries Flamngc, hand
ling his knife, looking full at the pines,
but only looking at them.
Don't cut the dukes gift-it's a shame!
l wouldn't touch bit of it, says Robin
son; but theresa couple Of little ones,
there, that
We'll, ifyou prefer lhem-lhey're not
so large; but their favor is deliclous!-
They we're sent by-yes, I think by him
by Sir Harry Bargate, a baronet OF the
last batchi will you venture? And with
out waiting for reply, Flamingo cuts into
very, very small pieces the smallest pine.
And still all proceeds with increasing
felicity. The bottle goes round and round,
and at length the heads of the drinkers be-
gin obediently to follow it The laug h
increases-the shout swells-and all Is
boisterous merrment.
Brown jumps to his legs. ITS no use
he cries; l. We fought against it long enough:
must have a cut at the duke So say
ing, Brown sezes the largest pine, and,
with furious precipltancy, strikes his
knife into it; Flamingo's blood running
cold to his very toes.
And 80 must II screams Field; and
the third knife enters the dukes third
pine.
And I, too shouts Robinson rising to
commit execution; but Flamingo, restored
by The third attack to something like con-
seriousness, snatches up the pine, and
Robinson, missing his mark, falls sprawl
ing on the table.
The charm of the night is broken;
Flamingo looks sulky; and the guests,
little sobered by sense of their attack
upon the dukes gifts, depart.
I'VE were wrong says Brown, TO de-
molish those pines; for if Flamingo had
had to buy 'em, what would they have
costl'
Il wonder what's the market-price nowP
SAYS Johnson-'let's ask And as he
spoke, he turned into celebrated fruit
er's. Whats the price of, those pines"
Three guineas each, SIR answered the
tradesman.
They're very small said Johnson
Have you none bigger!'
Yes, four-very large; five guineas
EACH But can't show them now; :or
the fact is, they're out on hire for night
to my neighbour, Mr. Flamingo!
And so, the Duke Of Diddleton was
the shop-keepcr; and so Flamngo paid
fifteen guineas (he saved one pne) for
lie. cert1inly if there be any means of test
ing the value of lies, not worth half the
money.
This little banquet took place on the
llih of August, 1862. With much Mel
ancholy did Peter Flamingo rise on the
18th. His bile, however, was blown away
by the Park guns, for they announced the
birth of Queen Charot,e's first-born, the
Prince OF Wales.
The 'rudiments of an angel were be-
gun in George the Fourth. Did Peter
FIamingo rejoice at the birth of Prince
of Walesl think so, Blu, certain | am
his heart leapt up at the fine prospect for
feathers,
ain The Yorkshireman Of Jan. IA, 1913. is
the report of meeting Of 1.-THE Stockton Mo-
chanics' Institute" William Bailey, Esq, in the
chair The Chairman, in introducing the Prince
of Wales and Princess Royal, sald-"Reverence
in the son the future man, and in the prince the
future king. Destroyed not in either royal scion