Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1847-04-30
a YENTRfLoQUIST TREATING HIS
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There happened to be only four bedrooms
In the house the best of course was occupied
bv Miss Madonna, the second by Plumplee,
the third by Mr.. Beagle, and the fourth by
the servant; but that in which Mr.. Beagle
slept was double bedded room, and Valen-
tine had. therefore, to make his selection be-
tween the snare bed and the sofa. Of course
the former was preferred, and as the prefer
ence seemed highly satisfactory to Mr.. Beagle
himself, they passed the remainder of the eve
ming very pleasantly together, and in due time
retiredu
Valentine, on having his bed pointed out to
him, darted between the sheets in the space OF
a minute; for as MIR. Jonas Beagle facetously
observed, he had but to shake himself and eV-
~ thing came off, when, as ne did not by any
means feel drowsy at the time, he fancled that
he might as well amuse his companion Tor an
hour or so as not He therefore turned the
thing seriously over in his mind, while MIR.
Beagle was quietly undressing. being anxious
for that gentleman to extinguisfl the light, be-
fore he commenced operations.
Now for a beautiful nights rest observed
Mr. Jonas Beagle to himself, as he put out
the light with tranquil mind, and turned in
with great degree OF comfort.
New !-mewr cried Valentine softly,
throwing his voice under the bed of MIR. Bea-
gle.
Hish !-confcund that cal cried Mr.. Bea:
gle. I'VE must have you out at all events,
my LADY, And Mr.. Beagel at once slipped
out of bed, and having opened the door, cried
hish again, emphatically, and threw his
breeches towards the spot as an order of her
going, when Mr.. Valentine repeated the cry
and made it appear to proceed from the stairs.
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closed the door and very carefully CROPPED his
way into bed.
New NEW NEW - cried Valentine,
just as Mr.. Beagle had again comfortably COM
posed himself.
What? are you still here, madam inquired
that gentleman in highly sarcastic tone. Il
thought you had been turned out, madam
Do you hear this witch of a cat " he contn-
ued, addressing Mr.. Valentine, with the view
OF comforting upon him the honorable Office of
Tyler for the time being but Valentine replied
with deep, heavy snore, and began to new
again with additional emphasis.
We'll, don't have treat every day, it s
true; but if this isn't one, why Pm out in my
reckoning, that's all observed Mr. Jonas Bea-
gle, slipping again out of bed Il don't like
much to handle you, my lady, but if did, Id
of course give you physic and he hished !!
again with consummate violence and continu-
ed to 'hish p until Valentine scratched the
bcdpost sharply, feat which inspired Mr.
Beagle with the conviction Of its being the dis
turber of his peace in the act Of decamping
then he threw the pillow very energe:ically
towards the door, which he closed and then
returned to his bed in triumph. The moment
however, he had comfortably tucked himself
up again, he missed the pillow he had CONVEX.
ted into an instrument of vengeance, and as
that was an article without which he could
not even hope to go to sleep, be had of course
to turn out again and fetch it.
How many more times, WONDER he OBJ
served to himself, shall have to get out o.
this blessed bed tonight? Exercise is certain
ly comfort, and very conductive to health
= but such exercise as thiswhy, where have
you got " he added, addressing the pillow
which, for all the sweeping actions of his feet
he was for some time unable to find Oh
here you are, sir, are you " and he picked uI
the object OF his search and gave it severa
blows, when shaving reinstated himself be-
tween the sheets, he exclaimed in a subdue5
tone, we'll let's try again
Now Mr.. Jonas Beagle was a man who
prided himself especially upon the evennes'
of his temper. His boast was that nothing
could put him in a passion.
He did, however, feel, when he violently
smoe the pillow, that the little ebulition par
took somewhat of the nature of passion, AM
just commenced approaching himself for hav
ing INDUCED in that little ebution, when Val
entine cried meyow Pit meyown
liallor exclaimed MIR. Jones Beagle, her
again.
New = cried Valentine in somewhat high
er key.
What, another come to contribute to tn
harmony of the EVENING"
Meyow !i-meyow cried Valentine in
Key still higher
o We'll, how many more of you? inquire
Mr.. Beagle. You will be able to get up
second concert by and bye and Valentine be
gan to spit and swear with great felicity.
Swear away, you beautiesr cried MI
Beagle, as he listened to this voley of felin
oaths; only wish was not so much afrai
OF you for your sakes. At it again? We
this is blessing Don't you hear those cats
he cried, anxious not to have all the fun him
self; but Valentine commenced snoring yer
loudly.
"Well, this is particularly pleasant
continued, as he sat up in bed. Don't yo
hear? What comfort it is to be able to see
soundlyr which remarkable observation wa
fact that the splitting and swearing BEGAN
more and more desperate. What's to be done
My breeches are right in the midst of them al
| can't get out now; they'd tear the very fes
off my legs-and that fellow there sleeps Xix
tep.-Hallo! Do you mean to say that yo
don't hear these cats, how they're going it
Valentine certainly meant no such thing, fC
the whole time that he was not meyowin
and splitting, he was diligently occupied
snoring. which had very good effect, an
served to fill up the intervals exceedingl
well.
At length the patience of MIR. Jonas Beagl
began to evaporate--for the hostile ANNA
continued to battle, apparently with greet de:
peration. He therefore threw pillow wit
great violence into the bed of his companion
and shouted so loudly that Valentine, feeln
it would be perfect nonsense for him to pr
tend to be asleep any longer, began to yaw
very naturally, and cried. Whot's there'
Ills II shouted Mr.. Jonas Beagle. Don
you hear these witches of cats ::
Hishp cried Valentine, Why there a
two of themr
'Twor said Mr.. Beagle, more like tw
and twenty. Pve turned out dozen mysel
There's swarm, whole colony of them her
and | know no more about striking hgl
than a FOOL
Oh never mind,' said Valentine, let's e
TO sleep, they'll be quiet bye and bye
It's all very fine 10 say, let's 90 to slee
but who's to do it, cried Beagle, emphaticall
Blast the cats | wish there want cat III
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