Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1845-07-03

| III Il Houhcy UOnuCt, DCooHiihp the ucB-
gar of halfpenny pieces Such were now
and then my thoughts, but warded them
off with a gay philosophy that said
pooh, pooh, let's be merry
However, my situation had this advan.
tnge. as | was carried to all parts Of
London, and Travelled many portions of the
country, learned the history of several
Of my acquaintences. 1, is true learned
ii by Snalches. but yet sufficiently we'll to
piece out history. Hence, one day
while my master was exhibiting his won
ders.-the d'omedary and mysef-at Ty-
bnrn Turnpike,I hehe'd among the crowd,
leaning upon the arm of a stalwart-looking
lradesman, dear Mrs ramp, the cardmak-
er's widow. But there was such happi-
ness in her face-such beartiness in her
laughter as my wearer, the monkey, APP
preached and dotted his bonnet TO her,
that was convinced that her shattered
heart had been newly cemented by sec.
ond marriage. Her face seemed shining
in the serene light of a honeymoon. 1t
is true, she stood upon the death-pace Of
Clickly Abram-Gor, alas! the highway
man was really hapged--nevertheess, it
was plain she was not haunted by the reA
membrance Of that unfortunate event.
Yes-there was no doubt of the fact-she
was married. The tone IN which heard
her say, Come, love, or Becky will scold
us for spelling dinner rang with welded
bliss. And Becky--the faithful sympa.
thising Becky-stil kept her place, and
doubtless still guarded The secrets of her
mistress.
|, was on one Of these pilgramages, that
my owner-ns usual seeking the hospltali-
ty of stable for my wearer and the bigger
beast-put up at The Crown at. What
was my establishment, shall | say, too, my
de!ight--to find that albeit the hosiery
bore the name of Julius Curlwell, it was
Curlweli's wife who ruled the house, and
more especially ruled the individual mas
ter thereof And who, think ye, reader,
was Mrs Curlwell! No other than the for
mer Mrs Pillow, housekeeper to the Earl
of BIushrose. Every movement of her
tongue seemed to blister the hapless Ju.
Illus, he WINGED and trembled yet answer
ed not. When my master, with a bland
politeness that really exalted his calling,
asked Mr. Curlwell to grant the shelter Of
his stable at the lowest possible price, Curl
well replied not. but looked appealngly to
his wife; whereupon Mrs CurlwelI ex-
claimed, Beasts! I'll have no more beasts
than the law compels me TO have IN ney
place. Havn't | beast enough in you, you
lazy animal'-she exclaimed TO Julius,
who had not the courage to venture neg
alive. Sweet, most sweet to me, was it 10
know that Julius Curlwell, the plague and
prosecutor Of Patty Butler, was sentenced
for life to the excoriating voice Of paint
ed shrew-for her cheeks were red as rud-
de-together with an occasional visitation
from rolling pin or candlestick. Hymen
had terribly avenged the wrongs Of the
feaher-dresset.
Repulsed from the Crown, the show.
man wandered 10 vlllage-the village of
MansieId-some three miles off. Here
we exhibited, evidently to the very great
admiration Of the rustic natives and TO the
special delight Of their children. 1t was
plain that we had fame enough among
them but equally plain that we had no
hafpence. My master had touch Of the
philosopher and the phiIanthropist in his
composition; nevertheless, he could not as
he said, keep his beasts for nothing and
was therefore about to leave Mansfield
with some disgust a, the little tangible pat-
ronage he had received from its inhabitA
ants when an incident occurred that alto
gether Modified him, sending him in good
humor to an opposite ale-house.
The dromedary was showing his PAGES
and the monkey in his most winning way
holding his cap to the crowd that laughed
loudly at his antic poiteness, yet never
theess dropped no copper to him,-when
LADY stepped from cottage. The mon-
key-well educated beggar-immedateIy
approached her, and held forth his cap
with most beseeching air. The lady
there seemed to be sweet benignity in
her eyes, though her face was stained and
disfgured by dsease-smiled, and then
i knew not how it was-I felt certain
had seen her somewhere before, though
where | could not well remember. Look
ing graciously, ptingIy at the poor monk
ey, she dropped shilling in his cap,
and with new smile passed on.
well, that's what call a lady--a real
lady down to the stockings said my mas
ter.
'You may say lady chlmed in the
master Of the ale-house, who was summing
himself in his doorway, and gratui'ously
enjoying the performances of the beasts.
You may say lady
Lives hercabout, I srppose' said my
master.
up at the great house, said the land
lord.
Give Us a mug of ale, and I'll drink
her health, and wish there was more like
her. cried my master, dropping himself
on a bench, that he might at leisure enjoy
his tipplc.
That's an angel, turned to womon,'
said the taps,er, bringing the ale; and
more than thai, she's real countess
mayhap you've heard of her, for she made