Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1845-05-08

BAT which happily he had found whilst
d the watch-house, though being on certa
g occasions what is called close man.
Il did not then make known the discovery
$ To return to Patty in the watch-hous
5 She is now thrust into the den in whic
u hat-a-dozcn wretchcd creatures hav
been screaming and shouting, but is pei
mlt'cd a seat among the watchmen, who
: having his majesty's subjects to the il
lluence of their own impulses, good o
bad, sit at the hearth and drink porter, tn
while they admire myself and fellows.
4 say, Barney cries an old guardian
sticking at me his greasy hatband, AM
straddIlng about the floor, here's a thin!
to 20 courtin' in"
The shout excited by this magic toucl
of humcr was checked by violent knock.
ing at the watch-housc door. 1t was nc
sooner opened, than Luke Knucklc, Nh
Flamngo, the feather merchant, and
though not too wilingIy-Mr CurIweIl,
entered
Mr. FIamingo, seeing me, turned pale
at the dissertation, and trembling, asked
the Waterman how he dared to po!luc
his property.
The night-constable was now satisfied
-Patty's story was true, and if she would
only ask Mr. CurlweIl's pardon for having
accostcd him in the street, she might 90
about her business.
Never! exclaimed Patty, her face red
dening TO scarlet.
1t so happened that Curlwell-the
faithful valet of Lord Huntlogtopper-
had no intention TO appear again in the
watch-honsc, but had unhappily met his
acquaintance, the ieather-merchant, on
his way thilhcr, accompanied by Knuck-
lie, who had compelled him to return. Be-
ing brought. back he felt he was obliged
to appear the injured person.
Bless my soul!' said Flamingo, in
half whisper to the vaet--'and that
creature addressed you in the street.
How Mrs Flamingo's dccelved.in her.
this is the last bit of work she does for
US. Then turning to the night-constablc
he exclaimed ,--'il she won't ask the gen
ilemans pardon lock her up
Patty thought of her home-poor, strick-
en- creature, what home!-of the last
night she was to pass beneath a roof with
ler dead mother: and with this thought
n her face, her eyes, her voice, she
approached CurlwcIl, and in tone that
must have made him soul-sck, said
Il ask your pardon, sir,
The charge is dismissed, cried Nap
lightly, the night-constable,
CHAPTER VII.
FATTY RETURNS HOME.
When Mr. Flamingo had fairly crossed
he threshold ofthe round-house, he paus-
ID, and throwing as much solemnity as
ay in his power into his figure, voice and
asked of Patty, What she
hought would become Of herr
Poor girl! that thought was then busy
t her heart-that thought then bewider,
d her. she answered not word-but :
obbed bitterly.
See what it is to have fallen into the
ands ola Christian continued the (cath- /
r-mcrchant IF Mr. Curlwell had only {
rcssed his charge that worthy person I
eing too modest to listen to his praises :
ad walked quietly on-'what, what could !
ave saved you from oaNum and Bride t
,el' lfyou're not quite lost to shame
nd virtue, you'll pray for the good man. c
Pray for hlm!' cried Knnckle. well '
raster, if you don't make the flesh shake Il
pom ones bones-I tell you, as I've tod t
on before, it was the old fellow himself d
Tho insuted the chid-it was. I
Silence, sir-.silence! That shocking /
abt you have of speaking against your |
ettcrs will some day take you to Tyburn.
DON'T | know the gentleman well? A
nan with money in the bank! a man in
nc confidence of one ofmy best custom :,
rs A man with such latherly look
ears powder, and every thing respccta-
lie! 1t is likely, eh?' asked the feather
Merchant, with an invinciJe air. AS +
or you, and Flamingo turned to Patty y
-'as Christian, | hope you'll not want
read; but-not!-I owe ii to Mrs Flam-
ngo-l owe it to the viHuous young pco- q
lie about me--you never eat another !
rumb Of mine
Il did nothing, sir--I said no'hing-in- ,
l., Il ,, oh eiri Won don't kn0W