Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1847-11-04
Your obedient serv;
A Funny Family.

oh, mother, said beautiful Rose Ma
ryburn on Tuesday evening last, mir Ru-
bycheck did squeeze my hand so iunnily
when he left me at the door to night, and
he says you must give me liberty 10 60 to
the hall Tomorrow night
We'll, Rosy, love-, answered the old
lady, as she pulled her spectacles on the
bridge Of her nose, and drew her chair
closer to the fire, Il have no objection to
your going; but you must have new
dress, you know, and where OH earth, my
child, are you to get it,
No, mother, don't want a new dress:
| can wear my white muslin frock over
my white satin pellicoa,. and I'll borrow
cousin Jula's paste ornaments, and get
Frizzies to 60 up my hair
you had better stay at home, and read
that interesting account of the burning
Of John Ru,lcdge, in Fox's Book of Mar.
,yrs, remarked Roses uncle with groan,
as he sat toasting his equity fee, by the
| fire.
Or ask Mr. Rubychcek 10 give his
money 10 buy Bibles for the poor heather
in the Sandwich Highlands suggested
Roses aunt, who spent forty dollars last
week on white poodle dog.
Then suppose, I'm to be coopcd up
in this dull house all the winter! It's a
shame daclare it is' replied Miss Rose
Maryburn in perspective, while her little
pouling lips sweIlcd until the blood al
most burst through its rose-leaf case
ment.
"A dull house, indeed, said her sharp
featured amt; Il am sure have quite n
plenty 20 amuse you. Ism, there WATTS
Hymns, Esops Fables, the piano, the
chcssmen--'
Yes, inrerposed the uncle, and now
you talk about chessmen, the ivory elc-
plant got his leg broken the other night,
aud the cooks niger baby chawed the
bishops nose off III cutting its cursed HI
tie grinders. Things are never taken
care of in this cursed old Tower of Ba-
bel
Brother Joshua, you are in most am
liable mood tonight remarked The aunt,
with sneer, while she wiiggIed about in
her chair, as though The seat bad been
stuffed with fish hooks and large Spanish
flies.
'Amiabe, yes-remarkaLly amlable!-
So amlable that | wish some one would
sci you to knitting soup with four steel
rasps, or that tongue Of yours was stuck
Xix a spiggLt or screw bolt, into some
,igh, place or other, where you couldn't
wag it,
A knock is heard at the door, and Rose $
father enters. The appearance of this
important parsonage of course, puts an
end to the aflectionate conversation that
passed between the uncle and aunt; and
Rose, drawing a char TO the fire for her
father, throws her arms about his neck.
Come, come, muttercd Mr. Mayburn,
none of your whcedIng-bless your soul
you shall have any thing you want, pro.
vided /, don't cost money
Father, may 60 10 the ball tomorrow
nigmP
Who's going to take You there"
why, MIR Rnbycheek-the yonng
clerk that gets two thon' and dolaIs year
for keeping books
Bad young mnn-wears goatee on
his chm, said her father.
'And hat turned up at the sides, like
the irons of a High Dutch skate, remark
cd uncle joshua
And big cameo bresi.pn, with three
figures dancing that Elsller catchoker,
(cachucha) as naked as the day they were
born, lnterposed The aunt IN The usual del
icaIe manner.
HAS young Rnbycheek hook nose7'
in,erroga,ted her father, with profound
pucker of his lips.
No, father, answered Rose, his nose
is beautiful aquiline.
'Aquiline! worse and worse. A con-
firmcd hoe k, decidedly. Rose, my love, |
am sorry TO disoblige yon; but when you
have lived as long as your daddy, you'll
find that ell with hooked noses are not
to be trusted. There's your aunt there,
she hung her affections on man with
hooked nose, and so soon as he had hook
ed all her property, he ran away
There's
But my dear father, interrupted Rose
your nose is hooked, and I'm sure its a
handsome oae
is my nose hookedl Here have been