Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1848-02-04

WHOLE NO. 177.
THE FALL OF THE R1omrn
Oh, the difficulty betsreen Dir. g. Mrs Hiekens

Or, the difficulty betsreen Dir. g. Mrs FY;cksns
Fred. FIickens was small man in s,a,rre
but remarkably stout He prided himself nm
on the broadness of his hack, and the beauty
of his legs In an evil hour he met with
Miss Augusta Sniff. The young lady wound
her charms around him, even as the spider
winds its web around the unsuspecting fly
There were many amorous c0oings -several
pieces OF poetry written, and then the parson
and gold ring concluded the matrimonial ar
rangement. Mr. and Mrs. Flickens were the
pinks of perfection in love for the first few
months of their marriage After this time,
however, Fllckens took to pork and politics,
and used 10 come home at n very late hour of
the night very much how come YOU So
Augusta said Mr. Flickens, night before
last, I'm home. I've been to political meet
ing, and | settled the affairs of the country
The war question-tget me my pipe, my dear, }
was fiery affair-then we went on the Will
mot Proviso-(and. dear, give me a plate with
some sardines) But if you had heard me
speak about England and America-(a little
red pepper and some mustard, love- yen would
have been astonlshed. Twas applauded 10 the
echo, and then
Yes,' said Mrs. F., as she threw herself on
the sofa. in theatrical attitude, and then
you got drunk, and you come home this way
every night. Oh, Fred it is cruel 10 trea: me
in this manner You'll be the death of me
| know you will p
Now, Augusta, said Mr. Flickens in an
authoritative tone, and al the same time punch
ln1 one of the prongS of the fork into his lip
= don't talk TO me in that style. Amt ]
struggling for the interests Of the country
don't combat with the opponents OF the Adj
ministration in the arena Of eIoquencc, and
who knows but that one of these days may
be walking up Pennsylvania Avenue in the
direction of the Capitol Now wouldn't YOU
be proud to see me in big blue cloth cloak,
lined inside with red velvet, walking arm in
arm with some one of the Senators Then to
hear the reporters speak of me in he newspa-
pers as the talented and distinguished gentle
man from
Yes said Mrs F., I wish you were in
the same place that you came 'front.' would
suit you better than this world
what place is that &" inquired Mr.. F., as
he caught the tail of sardine between his
teeth, and held up his fork like another Nep.
tune with trident in hand
Mrs. F. said nothing, but pointed down.
wards, and in SO doing let flower fall.
who gave you that flower" exclaimed
FlIckenS, IN voice OF thunder.
Mrs. F. whimpered, and placing her hand
kerchief before her eyes, replied-"Hc DON
go to political meetings-he comes home reg
ularly every night TO his poor old mother-ant
brings her fried oysters
who gave you that flower" again ex
claimed Flickens in the tones of Forrest wher
he asks Desdemona for the handkerchief tina
an Egyptian to his mother gave
That young neutrality-suspicious. tc
dinner-last Sunday replied Mrs. F., sobbinI
as if her heart would break.
Flckens said Damn Vowed that b
would burn up his portrait and drown hi
youngest child He cursed all the servants il
the house, and kicked his favorite dog, but fl
nally, after going to the sideboard, and taking
stiff horn of brandy, came to the conclusion
that he wouldn't go to any more political meet
ings at night, for fear of-catching cold.