The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1846-05-09

brought me this skillet, | was gladder
than if he had brought me the best silk
gown in st. Louis-and told him SO;
for it does me more good than fifty dres-
ses could.v n ~ 3t
assented to all my hostess said: but,
after all, it was a tedious hour, this wait.
ing for the bread to bake, while all 9TH
err supper operations were suspended.
My hostess, after giving the adadgers"
three successive thumps pronounced
them done, TO my very great satIsfac-
ton, as the boiling coffee, sending off
its tempting fumes, was cause sufficient
for hungry traveller to be somewhat
impatient. But, as all things must
come to an end, so the baking did; and
my hopes revived, as saw the skillet
receiving thorough, fresh ablution.--
Large slices of bacon were now placed
in the skillet, and the frying process
commenced in good earnest; which,
over hot fire, was soon ended, and
my supper pronounced ready.
Never did hungry Spartan come to
his dish of soup with keener relIsh.--
Fatigue and waiting had given me the
true Spartan seasoning; and ! gave
good evidence of the skill of the cook,
If partaking largely of each Of the three
compotents of my supper (cofee, bread
and bacon,) could prove it, each was
good of its kind. NY hostess enter
tanned me while eating, with. panther
stories, tales of Indians, and with in
stances of Western female heroism;
none OF which will repeat on this oc'
casion.
Again seated at the fire after supper,
the skillet, already become notorious,
continued to attract my attention. Wa
ter was heated, and the dishes were
washed in it. And again water was
warmed, and the children washed in it;
face hands and feet. Water was again
warmed, and my hostess thoroughly
washed her own feet in the same YES
sell; and all without an apology! Next
morning, as you may well imagine, !
rode away before breakfast.-E Western
Continent. 3" w. Y.
BRolLEp MAcKERE1.-The following
good story about member ofCongress
from Ohio. at his daily dinner, we cut
from the New York Mirror:
i The venerable Gen. H-was for
several consecutive years. returned to
Congress, and as the hotels and board.
ing houses at Washington city in these
days, were all pretty much on a par,
the members were in the same rooms.
The table of General HIS boarding
house, (which was kept by widow
lady who had two daughters,) was reg
ularly furnished with stereotyped din
ners, and at one end Of the breakfast
table there always appeared broiled
mackerel. Gen. H, whose seat
was near the fish, had gazed so fire.
quently upon it, (for it was never touch
ed by the cook) that he knew it s'all by
heart"
Now, if the distinguished represen.
ta,ive had one peculiar virtue, it was an
affectionate desire to make every per-
son and every creature around him
happy.
We'll, in the course oftime, Congress
adjourned, and Gen. H. paid his bill TO
the lady and got ready to start for home.
The stage stood at the door, and then
the old gentleman showed the goodness
of his heart. He took the widow by
the hand and pressing it bade her fare
well, then kissing the daughters, said
he would like to see them in Ohio and
furnish them with good husbands BIC;
} but even this was not all. The black
; boys who stood along the wall were not
forgotten, and grinned when he handed
each silver dollar; and as he passed
around, the table was not yet "cleared
off," he saw his old friend the mackerel.
The tears came into his eyes, and rails
ing it by the tail with his thumb and
finger, parted with it saying, swell,
| good bye, my old boy. good bye! you
and | have served long campaign to-
gether but (wiping his eye( ! suppose
we shall Inject again next winter-good
bye." The old gentleman rapidly left
the house, and jumping into the stage,
ratified off, and fortunately for his ears,
the widow never saw him again.
II CLERIcAL JoKE.-A correspondent
i ola contemporary says that the origin
: of difficulty which resulted at Lost in