Democratic banner., 1845-02-15

white CaihOr:cs IN my pOcKet instead
of my bandanna. Here was a di-
lemma. BY the time the preacher
had named his text, my cheeks had
reached their utmost tension and
must spit or die.
l arose seized my hat. and made
for the door. My wife--confoud
these women. how they dog one a
bout! imagining me unweli, she might
have known better got up and fol-
lowed me out. Are YOU unwell. o.
iverf' said she, as the door closed af-
ter rs. answered. her by putting
out the eyes OF an unlucky dog with
a flood of expressed essense of cav
endish. 81 WISH said she. Mr.. A,
had spitbox in his pew so do l.
We footed it home in moody silence.
| was sorry my wife had lost the ser
mon, but how could lhelpi,? These
women are so af1ec,ionate, confound
them; no, no don't mean so. But
she might have known wha, allied
me, and kept her seat:
Tobacco! Oh tobacco! But the
deeds Of that day are not told yet
After the conclusion of the services
along came ploughsi,are. He had
seen me go out of church and stepped
at the open window where | sat.
Sick to day, Mr."
Rather unwell, answered |. and
there was another lie TO place TO the
account of tobacco.
I'VE had powerful preaching, Mr..
-; sorry you had to 60 out
My wife asked him in, and in he
came; she might know he would. but
women must be polite. But she was
the sufferer by il. Compliments O.
yer, | gave him my chair 1t the open
window. Down he SAT, and fumb
ling in his pockets. he drew forth a
formidable plug oil tobacco. and com
menced untwisting it. Then you
use tobacco said /. A lettIe occa,
sionaliy,' said he as he deposit
ed from three or four inches in his
cheek. mentally pity those using
"A neat fence that of yourn.'
rs flood after food despatched a
newly painted white fence near the
window. yes said /, butt like a
darker color so do H. answered
ploughshare. sand yellow suits my
notion. 1t don't show dirt And he
moistened my carpet with his favor
lie color. Good, thought |. wife will
ask him in again | guess. We were
now summoned to dinner. Farmer
Plough.hnre seated himself. saw
his long fingers in that particular
position il which . tobacco chewer
knows how TO put his digits when a.
bout 10 urlnde. He drew them a.
cross his mouth; trembled for the
consequences, should he throw such
q load upon the hearth or the hoor.--
Bul he had no intention thus 10 waste
his guild, and shocking to r~elate--de-
po,itod it beside his plate on my
wiie's damask cloth.
This was too much. lplead sick
ness and rose. There was no lie in
the assertion now--l was SICK. ! re-
tired from tie table, but my depart.
ure did not discomPose farmer
Ploughshnre, who was Unconscious o.
having dote wrong, | returned il
season to see him replace his quid IT
his mouth to undergo a second masti
cation, and the church bell oppor
timely ringing, called him away be
fore he could use his plate for a spit
box tor such, am persuaded. woulc
have been his next motion. | wen
up stairs, and throwing myself on tn
bed, fell asleep. Dreams of inunda
ton, foods and FIRE. harrassed me-
| thought | was burning and smok
ing like n cigar. then thought tn
Merrimack had burst its banks ant
was abou, to overflow me with it
waters. could not escape; the wa
ter had reached my chin tasted II
it was like tobacco Juice. cough
cd and screamed, and awakening
found had been to sleep with a qui,
in my mouth. My wife entered a
the moment ! threw away the filth.
weed--'Huz, If | were you, woui'
rot use that stuff any more
Il won't said l.. Neither fig no
twist, pig-tail or ca~vendish, have PAL
sed my lips since, nor ever shall the
again.
"Jemima! marin, VIVA. dye thin
Sal told Ned Boobies last nigh
when hs was sparkin heri"
shut up child-what are you tall
ing about2"
"No, bu, | hearn her., did. Sh
told Ned Boobies she kinder felt
"Hush you little rascal! Hush {