Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1847-01-22
NEW SER1ES,--.No. 30
which were brought in hot and hot, between two

plates. and smelt very nice,
As it rained after dinner, and they couldnt
! 90 out walking on the beach, and Mrs Pipchin's
constitution required rest after chops, they went
away with Berry otherwise Berinthia) to the
Dungeon an empty room looking out upon
: chalk wall and water-butt, and made CHASTITY
; by ragged Fireplace without any stove in it.
! Enlivened by company. however. this was the
r best place after all for Berry played with them
there. and seemed to enjoy game at romps "a
much as they did !; until Mrs. Pipchin knocking
angrilv at the wall, like the Cock Lane Ghost
revived they left Off and Berry told them stories
l in whisper till twilight
. For tea, there was plenty Of milk and water,
2 and bread and butter. with little black teapot
for Mrs. Ptchn and Berry, and buttered toast
$ unlimited for Mr'. Pipchin. which was brought
5 in, hot and hot, like the chops. Though Mrs.
Pipchin got very greasy outside. over this dish.
it didn't seem to Intricate her, internally, ut all {.
= for she was fierce as ever, and the hard grey
r eye knew no softcnng.
: After tea, Berry brought out a little work-box,
with the Royal Pavilion on the lid, and fell to
working busily while Mrs. ppchin, having put
: on her spcctacles and opened great volume
bound in gre N baize, began to al And when
ever Mrs. Ppchin caught herself falling forward
t into the fire. and woke up, she tiliiped Master
Bitherstone on the nose for nodding too.
, At last it was the childrcn's bed time. and af-
ter prayers they went to bed. A. little Miss
Pankey was afraid of sleeping alone in the dark.
Mrs. Pipchin always made point of driving
J her up stairs herself, like a sheep and it was
cheerful to hear Miss Pankey moaning long af-
terwerd. in the least eligible chamber, and Mrs
t Pipchin now and then going in to shake her.
AT about half past nine O'Clock the odor of a
: warm sweet-brcad (Mrs. Pipchin's constitution
would Mt 90 to sleep without sweet-bread) de-
d versified the prevailing fragrance of the house.
t Mrs. Wckam said was Il smell of building
n and slumber fell upon the Castle shortly after.
e The breakfast next morning was like the tea
Il over night, except that Mrs. Pipchn took her
: roll instead of toast. and seemed little more
= irate when it over. Master Bitherstone
# read aloud TO the rest pedigree from Genesis,
= (udiciously selected by Mrs. Pipchin.) getting
l. over the names with the ease and cearness OF a
it person tumbling up the tread-mill. That done,
l. Miss Pankev was borne away to be shampooed;
V and Master Bifhcrstone to have something else
h done TO him with salt water, from which he al
V ways returned very blue and detected Paul
10 and Florence went ont in the meantime on the
e beach with Wicknm--who was constantly in
l. tcars-and at abou, noon Mrs. pipchn presided
ID over some early reapings. 1t being part Of
1t Mrs. PlpchnS system not to encouraged childs
mind to develop and expand itself like young
n flowers. but TO open it by force like an oyster,
10 the moral of these lessons usually Of a vio-
I'd lent and stunning character the hero--a naugh-
IL Is boy--scliom. in the miliest catastrophe,
rs being finished off by any thing less thln lion,
o. or bear.
in Such was life at Mrs. Pipchns. On Satur-
o. day. Mr.. Dombcy came down and Florence
er and Paul would 90 to his hotel, and have tea
a. They passed the whole of Sunday with him,
In and generally rode out before dinner and on
he these occasions Mr.. Dombey seemed to grow,
rot like Falstats ASSISTANTS, and instead of being
on on man in buckram. to become a dozen. Sum
II day evening was the most melancholy evening
TO in the week for Mrs. Ppchin always made a
it point OF being partit ularly cross on Sunday
nights. Miss Pankey was generally brought
e: back from an aunt's at Rotendean in deep dis
III tress; and Mast h BthcrStone, whose relatives
c. were all in India, and who was required to sit,
" between the services in an erect position. with
" his head against the paror wall, neither NOV
Sc ing hand nor foot, suffered so acutey in his
he y1ung spirits, that he asked Florence. on Sum
re day night, if she could give him any idea of the
,r way back to Bengal
er But it was generally said that Mrs. Pipchin
,r was woman of system with children and no
ed doubt she was. Certainly the wild ones went
H. home tame enough, after soiourning for few
CHI months beneath her hospable roof. 1t was
Ne generally said, too, that it was highly credab!e
ed for Mrs. Ppchin to have devoted herself to this
Fl. way of life, and to have made such a sacrifice
ps of her feelings. and such resolute stand
in against her troubles, when Mr.. Pipchn broke
his heart in the Peruvian mines.
III At this exemplary old lady, Paul would sit
rs staring in his little arm chair By the fire for any
IL length of time. He never seemed to know
a, what WEAKNESS was, when he was looking fix
no eddy at Mrs. Pipchin. He was not fond of her
Ne he was not afraid of her ; but in those old moods
Nh of his. she seemed to have some crotesque at
NJ traction for him. There he would sit. looking
mi Il her, and warming his hands, and looking at
T. ler, until ne sometimes quite confounded Mrs.
Is Pjpchin, ogrcSs she WIS. Once she asked
ad him, when they were alone, what he think
ID ing about
ell 'Iou,' said Paul without the least reserve.
nd And what are you thinking about me ? asked
lie. Mrs. Ppchin.
IN Il am thinking how Old you must be- said
all Paul.
nm You must Mt say such things as that young
RS. gentleman, returned the dame. That IL never
". do
RS. why not ]? asked Paul
ed Because it's not polite said Mrs. Pipchin,
nd snappishly.
ills Not polite ? said Paul.
If NO
ISIS It's not polite said Paul nnocentlv, to ca,
Mt, all the mutton-chops and toast. Wickam says
tie 'Wickam,' retorted Mrs. Pipchin. coloring
L. is wicked impudent, bod-faced hussv.'
,if What's that ? inquired Paul.
Never you mind Sir retorted Mrs Pipchin
NV Remcml er the story of the little boy that was
gored TO death by mad bull for asking ques-
cd tons
ny If the bull was mad said Paul how did
he know that the boy had asked questions No
body can go and whisper secrets to a mad bull
do Mt believe that story.
h. You do MT believe it, Sir !! repeated Mrs.
rad Ppchin, amazed
No. said Paul.
IN Not if it should happen to have been a tame
bull, you little lnide ? said Mrs, Pipchin.
ad As Paul had not considered the subject in
ne that light, and had founded his conclusions on
N the alleged lunacy of the BULL he allowed him
lth self To be put down for the present. But he sat
nd turning it over in his mind, with such an obvious
intention of fixing Mrs, Pipchin presently, that
OF even that hardy old lady deemed it prudent to
s., retreat until he should have forgotten the sub
III, Ject.
ed From that time Mrs, Pipchin appeared to
'r) have something of the odd kind of attrac-
FL, ton toward Paul as Paul had toward her. She
IRE would make him move his chair To her side of
'at the fire. instead of sitting opposite; and there
er, he would remain in a nook between Mrs. Pin.
re- chin and the fender, with all the ioht or his IN,