The national whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1847, 1847-07-31

sentiments on this question; being render
ed something gloomy by the engagement Of
a foreigner with whiskers (Mr. Towlinson
is whiskerless himself, who has been hired
to accompany the happy pair to Paris, and
who is busy packing the new chariot In
respect Of this parsonage, Mr.. Towlinson
admits, presently, that he never knew Of
any good that ever come Of foreigners; and
being charged by the ladies' with prejudice,
says, look at Bonaparte who was at the head
of 'enn, and see what he was always up to !.
Which the housemaid says is very true.
The pastry-co is hard at work in the
funeral room in Brook-street, and the very
tall young men are busy looking on. One
Of the very tall young men already smells
OF sherry, and his eyes have tendency to
become fixed in his head, and to stare al
objects without seeing them The very tall
young man is conscious of This failing in
himself; and informs his comrade that it's
his "exciseman. The very tall young man
would say excitement, bH his speech is
hazy.
The men who play the bells have got
scent of the marriage; and the marrow
bones and cleavers too; and a brass baud
too. The first are practising in back set
Element near Battlebridge the second put
themselves accommodation, through their
chief, with MIR. Towlinson, to whom they
offer terms to be bought off; and the third,
in the person Of an artful trombone. turks
and lodges round the corner, waiting for
some traitor tradesman to reveal the place
and hour Of breakfast, for bribe Expec-
iatlon and excitement extend further yet,
and take wider range. From Balls Pond,
Mr.. Peach brings Mrs. Perch to spend The
day with Mr., Dombey's servants, and ac-
company them surreplitiously, 10 see the
wedding. In,aMr.a Toot's Lodgings, MIR.
Toots attires himself as fine were al leas,
the Bridegroom: determined TO behold the
spectacle in splendor from a secret corner
Of the gallery, aud thi,her 10 convey the
Chicken: for il ia NJ ra Toot's desperate in
tent 70 point out Florence TO the Chicken,
than and there, and openly to say, sNow,
Chicken, / will not deceive you any longer;
the friend have sometimes mentioned to
you is myself; Miss Dombeyis the object
OF my passion; what are your opinions,
Chicken, in this state Of things, and what,
on the spot do you advise ?'' The so-much-
to-be-astonished Chicken, in the meanwhile
dips his beak into tankard Of strong beer,
in Mr.. Toot's kitchen, and pecks up two
pounds Of beefsteaks. Ia Princess's Place,
Miss Tox is up and doing for she too,
though in sore distress, is resolved to put
shilling in the hands of Mrs. Milf, and see
the ceremony which has cruel fascination
for her, from some lonely corner. The
quarters of the Wooded Mijshipman are all
alive for Captain Cutie, in his ankle-jacks
and with huge shirt collar, is seated at
his breakfast, listening TO Rob the Grinder
as he reads the marriage service to him be.
forehand, under orders, to the end that the
Captain may perfectly understand the So
lemnity he is about to witness: for which
purpose, the Captain gravely lays injunc-
tons on his chaplain, from time to time, to
1 @put about, "or 10 .overhaul that 'ere arti.
Gle again" or TO stick to his own duty, and
leave The Amens to him, The Captain: one
af.dshi6y koU- uflhdef,, VIM so ai i
satisfaction.
Besides all this, and much more, twenty
nursery maids in Mr.. Dombey's street alone,
have promised twenty families of little wo-
men, whose instructive interest in nuptials
dates from their ctadles, that they shall 20
and see the marriage. Truly, Mr. Sownds
the Beadle has good reason to feel himself
in Office, as he suns his portly figure on the
church steps, waiting for the marriage hour.
Truly, Mrs. Milf has cause to pounce on
an unlucky dwarf child, with giant baby,
who peeps in atthe porch, and drive her
forth with Indignation!
Cousin Feenix has come over from a.
broad, expressly TO attend the marriage
Cousin Feenix was man about town, forty
years ago: but he is still so juvenile in f.
CURE and in manner, and so well got up,
that strangers are amazed when they disco
yer latent wrinkles in his lordship's face,
and crows feet in his eyes; and first OBJ
serve him, not exactly certain when he
walks across room, of going quite straight
to where he wants to GO. But Cousin Fee
nix, getting up at half-past seven O'Clock or
so, is quite another thing from Cousin Fee
nix got up; and very dim, indeed, he looks,
while being shaved at Longs Hotel, in
Bond-street.
To be continued