Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1851-08-29

How JENKINS ACCOUNTED FOR IT,
jenkins had been to a c~onvivial party-a
gentleman's party, ard had been so pleased
with the company, or the quality of the punch,
he had become oblivious not only of he
fight OF time but to the fact that he had
promised his better half to be home at ten
o'clock But jenkins was 'going,'-not
exactly straight, ~perhaps-but going he was
toward home, too-dcluding himself with
the idea that lie was whistling jeanette
and J%eanott,' very crcdjtably, when the clock
struck twelve.
by Ju-Judasr exclaimed jenkins; with
a biccup, what will Mrs. jenkins say to this (?
. and the thought of what she would say, con-
siderably sobercd the ordinarily discreet Mr..
jenkins.
In process Of time, however, he found his
house, his night-key, and after a patient
search the key hoIe-the prolonged search
ing for which induced Mrs. Jenkins (who
was sitting up in her night clothes, and sway
ing backward and forward in her rocking
chair to believe that there was a regiment
OF cats trying to get in at a door, and won
derng what on earth had taken her spouse.
But Jenkins at last stood before the bat
terry which he had been dreading to face,
looking like the forlorn hope of a storming
party. .
My dear where have YOU been eiac-
ulated Mrs. Jenkins-It is too bad Here
have been sitting and waiting for you till |
am so nervous that everything in the room
seems to be going aPoundI'
jenkins had thus far exhibited a p~eniten-
tial countenance but as the lady's words
fell upon his ear, Jenkins eve might have
been seen to twinkle with an idea, and a raw
ofhope. Assuming an air Of deep solicitude,
he replied
Pray don't alarm (hic) yourself, Mrs
jenkins, about the things (hic) going round
1t Is just so (hic) where / have been and
you may depend upon il, is all in the chic,
atmosphere
Mrs. jenkins took a surprised but depre,
ciating survey Of her lord, and retired to rest
but to this day, a slight %allusion to the at
mosphere,' is sure to bring jenkins home a
a reasonable hour.
BLARNEV-,A Bright mornin' 10 YOU,
fair face Mistress Murphy. We'll a gooc
mornin, john Och Mistress Muir
ply, whinevep I see a rail shiny Irisl
mornin' like this, il puts me in mind o
the ould country, and Of The time whir
lived with yer lather-rest his soul;
dacenter man niver drew breath, and sor
~ a poor creature aiver passed his doc
without . bit OF a sup. "Troth he wa.
John Mistress Murphy j; pulling a AasE
out OF his pocket; would you thrust mt
for half a pint till ! 90 down till the wharf
and may the devil fly away with tht
root Of my jacket, but III pay ye befor
the sun goes TO bod,-'Burn the dhrap
John, till We pay the half pint We got YES
terday. Mistress Murphy'-emphatical
ly-'l knew yer mother, and she was al
ould hod carrier, 'un' YET father was
dirty washer woman, and | seed hin
hauled with six roarin' big bulls to tn,
gallows you ould Ugly
John sloped in double quick time, anc
apewter beer mug ratified ~wrathfully a
cross the pavement.
MIRTH AND WTT.--Mirth. should b,
the embroidery Of the conversation, no
the web and wit the ornament of tn,
mihd' not Inc furniture.
AN ACCOMMODATING D~RUGClST.--A
druggist was aroused by MS night-bell'-
Herose. went down to bis shop, and serv.
ed a customer with a dose OF salts. Up
on returning to bed his wife grumbled
What profit do you get out OF that pen.
nyP" a ha'penny'" - nd for that sin.
gle ha'penny you will lie awake a Ions
time" Never mind" answered the good.
naiuIed druggist, the dose of sal S viii
keep the n who tlkes it awake much
longer"