Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1851-07-31

you look sadly I'll. You canno
breathe the air of this dreadful cell.
'.Oh speak not ofme, dearest Ed
ward" said the devoted woman. Z"
can endure anything for your sake
Haste. Edward, and all will be well,
land she aided with trembling hanC
to disguise the proud form oil lher hus'
band in females garb. as
"FareWell, my love, my preser
ver," whispered the husband in the
ear of the disguised wife, as the Of
ficer sternly reminded the supposed
lady that the time already allotted to
her visit had expired.
Farewell, we shall meet again. y
responded the wife; and the husband
passed out unsuspected, and escaped
the enemies of his life.
They did meet agaia--the wife and
husband-but only as the dead may
meet in the awful communings OF
another world. Affection had borne
up her exhausted spirit, until the last
great purpose OF her exerlious were
accomplished, in the safety Of her
husband--and when the bell tolled
on the morrow, and the prisoners
cell was opened, the guards found,
wrapped in the habiliments Of their
destined victim, the pale but beautiful
corpse of the devoted wife.
DIR. Jobnson's Padding
Last summer made an excursion
to Scotland, with a view of compile
ting my series Of views, and went
over the same grounds described by
the learned tourists, DR.. Johnson and
Boswell. am in the habit Of taking
very long walks on these occasions,
and perceiving storm threaten, |
made the best OF nv way TO small
building. | arrived in time at neat
little inn, and was received by
respectable looking man and his wife,
who did all in their power TO make
me comfortable. After eating some
excellent fried mutton chops, and
drinking quart OF ale, | asked the
landlord to sit down and partake Of
a bowl OF whisky punch. | found
him, as the Scotch generally are,
very intelligent, and full of anec-
dotes, Of which the following may
serve as specimen:-
"Sir," said the landlord, "this inn
was formely kept by Andrew Nc
Gregor. a relation of mine, and these
hard bottom chairs in which we are
now sitting, were years ago filled by
the great tourists, DIR. johnson and
Boswell, travelling like the lion and
jackall. Boswell generally preceded
the Doctor in search Of food. Being
much pleased with the cooks
Of the house. he followed his nose
into the larder, where he saw a fine
leg of mutton; he ordered il 10 be
roasted with the utmost expedition,
and gave particular orders for a nice
pudding. "Now," said he, snake
the best oil pudding" EIated with
his good luck, he Immediately went
out in search Of his friend, and saw
the giant of learning slowly advan-
CHG on pony.
"My dear sir" said Boswell, almost
out of breath with ioy and good |
news, al have jus! bespoke, in a COM
Portable and clean inn here, deli
cious leg of fmutton; it is now getting
ready, and | flatter we shall make
an excellent meal"
Johnson looked pleased-"and Il
hope" said he, "you have bespoke a
"Sir, you'll have your favorite pud-
ding" said the other.
Johnson got off the pony, the poor
relieved Of the giant, smelt
his way to the stable. Boswell ush-
cred the Doctor into the house, and |
lett him to prepare for a delicious
treat. Johnson felt his coat rather
damp from the mist Of the mountains,
went into the kitchen, and threw
his upper garment on a chair before
the fire. He sat on a hob near a little
boy who was very busy attending 10 |
some meat. Johnson occasionally |
peeped from behind his coat, while |
the boy kept basting the mutton. |
Johnson, moreover did notlike in the
least the appearance OF his head,
when he shifted the basiing ladle from
one hand, for the other was never
idle, and the Doctor thought at the
same time he saw something fall on
the meat, upon which he determined
to eat no mutton on that day. The
dinner being announced, Boswell ex-
"My dear Doctor, here comes the
mutton-what a picture-done to
turn and looks SO beautifully brown"
The Doctor filtered. After a |
short grace, Boswell said
81 suppose have 10 carve, as
usual. What part shall help you
tot"
The Doctor replied-"My dear
boy, did not like TO tell you bolore,
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