Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1845-04-24

or Iaud'e has remained do,cn stairs til past one
10TH friend
"a pretty time Of night to come to bed, Mr.
Caudle. Ugh! AS cold, too, as any ice.
Enough TO give any woman her death, Pm
sure. What! shouldn't have locked up the
Goals, indeed? If hadn't, l've no doubt the
fellow would have staid all night Its all very
well Tor You, Mr.. Caudle TO bring people
nome ; but wish you'd think first what's for
supper. That beautiful leg of pork would
nave served for our dinner ,o-morrow-and
1850 $40 s-~e. I ean,i keep the house upon
me money, aad wont pretend 10 do il, if
| you bring mob Of people every pighl TO
clear the cupboard.
VI wonder who'll be so ready TO give YOU
supper when you want one; for want one
you VIII, unless you change your plans.
DON'T tell me! know Pm right You'll
hrs' DC eaten NJ, and then you'll be laughed
a. ! Know the world. No, indeed, Mr..
Ca"die, don't think i'll Of every body don't
say that But can't see leg Of pork eaten
up IN THAT way, without asking myself what
us ali to end in if such things go on. And
'heh ne must have pickles, too! Couldn't be
content with my cabbage--no Mr.. Caudle, |
won't let you go to sleep. IFS very well for
you 10 say lei you go to sleep, after you've
kept me awake till this time JVhy did I
keep awake How do YOU suppose | could
GO to sleep, when knew that man was be-
low drinking up your substance i'm brandy
and-water for he couldn't be content upon
decent, wholesome gin! Upon nv word.
you ought to be rich man, Mr.. Caudle. You
have such very fine friends wonder who
gives you brandy when you go out?
'No, indeed, he couldn't be content with
my picked cabbage-and should like 10
Know who makes better-but he must have
walnnts. And you, too, like fool-now.
don't you think to stop me, Mr.. CaudIe
poor woman may be ,ramped TO death. and
never say word--you, too, like fool,-I
wonder who'd do il for you--to insist upon
the girl going out for picked wanuts. And
III such night too! With snow upon the
ground! Yes; YOU'RE man of fine feelings.
you are, Mr.. Caudle! but the world doesn,t
know you as ! know you-fine feelings. in
deed! TO send the poor girl out, when / told
you, and told your friend, too--a pretty brute
he is, Pm sure-that the poor girl had got
cold and chilblains on her toes But know
what will be the end Of that; she'll be laid
up, and we shall have a nice doctors bill
And you'll pay it, can tell you-for won't
sh ynm were out Of the world!-Oh!
yes. that's all very easy--l'm sure might
"''. It, ION swear In that dreadful way ,
Amt you afraid that the bed will omen and
swallow YOU? And don't swing about in
that way! That will do no good. THAT
won't bring back the leg of portland The
brandy you've poured down both of your
throats. Oh know it! Pm sure Of il. I
only recollected it when I'd got into bed
and II 1t hadn't been so cold, you'd have seen
me down stairs again, can tell you--I reco)-
iec'ed II, pretty two hours Eve passed. that
l lett the Key III the cupboard-and knew il
i could see by the manner Of Won. when
you came INTO the room; ] know you've got
at The other boule. However. there's one
comfort; you told me 10 send for the best
orandy--he uery besi---for your other friend,
VINO called last Wednesday. Hal ha Il
was Brtlsh--the cheapest Brlish-and nice
ana Ill hope the pair ofyou will be ,o-nor-
! row.
"There's only the bare bone OF the leg of
pork--but you'll get nothing else for dinner.
can tell you. lbs dreadful thing that the
poor children should go wlhout--but if they
nave such father, they, poor things, must
suffer for It,
"Neariy whole leg of pork and pint of
brandy A leg of-leg-ieg-pn,-''
And mumbIng the sylabes, says Mr. Cau-
dies Ms, she went to sleep.-Punch.