American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1846-09-23
HE DISGUISED LOVER.
A SKETCH FROM LIFE.


1y friend Tom has natural affection for
or rather dirt has a natural affection for
h. 1t is to him what gold was to Midas;
atever he touches turns to dirt. No matter
y white the cravat-no matter how imma-
lite the vest, the moment that it comes
hin the sphere Of Toms influence, its white
Is is gone; il is immaculate no longer
2gs, sweeps, and lamplghters, never pass him
bout leaving unequvocal marks Of their
ssence. Once, and only once, | saw him
1ss the street without encountering the
heels of a carriage. | opened my mouth to
zpgratulate him, and before | could utter the
5 prd, it was filled with mud. The careless
Pckhoad lay at my feet, full length i'll the
tier. At my earnest solicitation, he once
released suit of precisely mud color. 1t
IS capital idea. He crossed the street three
hes; he walked half mile, and returned, in
pearances, at least, unscathed. The thing
as unprecedented, True, he was welcomed
the affoctionate caresses of a dog that had
en- enjoying the GOODNESS of a neighboring
rse-pond; true, he received a sh0wer-bath
Jm the wheels of an omnibus. But 20 plaster
! nd on Toms new coat, was to "gild refined
Ild-to paint the lily" Tom will be a neat
an yet, | said, as | witnessed the success of
} plan,
4 In about half an hour, it was my fate to
eet gentleman with seven stripes OF green
| int on his back--it was my friend Tom, he
d been leaning OIL some newly painted win
bw blinds.
His shoeblack declares that he can't see no
be in backing his boots when they never re-.
| ain black, and his washorwoman, with a very
roper regard for her own reputation, has been
5mpeled to discard him, not from any ill-will,
|ut as she declared with uplifted hands, 'if any
ne should ask me if washed Mr.. Smiths
othes what could ] tell them3'
But there were very few things in this
Porld with which Tom could have more easily
dispensed, than the services of his washerwo-
nan,
Having no other amusement, one morning,
strolled over to Toms rooms. AS | assembled
he stairs, heard his voice in very decided
one.-'But it must be done, and SO there is an
md to it,
Really was the reply, anything within
he limits possibility, but, to'make coat in
en- hours-l will promise any thing in the
world, but really think will be unable to
,ertorm'
IF double your price would be any object
aid Tom.
Certainly, sir, if you insist upon it; GER
ainly. will put every man in my shop up
IN it; it shall be done in time. Good morn
ng, sir
The door opened, and the fellow with shears
md measures passed out. What could Tom be
Icing with tailor
Just the man | wanted to see,' he exclaim-
ID. ! require your advice upon very impor-
INT affair, which of these cravats do you think
most becomng'' and he spread before me some
lalf dozen, of every hue and fashion.
'Now what in the name of all that is won
derful does this mean, Tom? A fancy ball, is
IT, You have chosen an excellent disguise
your nearest friends will never know you.-
But you cannot support the character, if you
had taken that Of chimney-sweep, now; but
that would have been too natural Tell me
truly, Tom, what does all this mean?'
"Why, the fact is, Frank passing hand
through his hair, redolent of macassar, 4 have
think shall be, a little more
neat in future. You, doubtless remember the
good advice you gave me sometime since; II
has had an excellent effect, | assure you"
Now it so happened, that ofall the good adj
vice had ever given Tom, this was the very
first instance in which he had seen fit to folio"
it. So could not attribute the metamorpho
sis of my friend to my eloquence. Who but
woman ever changed sloven to fop,
Pray, where are you going this evening,
continued, that you must have new coat Sc
Suddenly
Going? nowhere, in particular. ! had, in
deed, some idea of calling on my old hiend
Mr.. Murray; no harm in that, hope.'
bpran In Hoch ,,no,, no
'YoIr old friend, Mr.. Murray;-and his youn:
neice, Miss Julia, has no share in your visit,
suppose? heard that she arrived last nigh
in town.
Now, upon my word, Frank, you mistak