Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1851-03-27
hear him far off by their continued tinkling

hear him far off by their continued tinkling
as they fall.'
Only listen to that, Mr.. Smith said
Aunt Quimby aside to her portegee-' do
moi believe there is such man in the world
as that Hester Hazy with his diamond coat,
that he's telling all this rigmaroe about.
II sounds like one of Mother Goose tales. )
Il rather think there is such man said
MIR. Smith.
Nonsense, MIR. Smith-why you're a
greater goose than l supposed
Mr.. Smith assented by meek bow.
Dinner was now announced. The gentle
men conducted the ladies', and Aunt Quimby
led Mr.. Smith: but she could not prevail on
him TO take a seat beside her, near the head
OF the table, and directly opposite to the
Baron and his party. He humbly insisted
on finding place for himself very low down,
and seemed glad TO get into the neighbor.
hood of Captain Cheston, who presided at
the foot.
The Blake Bentley party all leveled their
glasses at Aunt Quimby; but the old lady
stood fire amazingly well, being busily en-
gagged in preparing her silk gown against the
chance Of injury from any possible accident,
tucking napkin into her belt, plnning q
pocket handkerchief across the body of her
dress, turning up her cuffs, and tying back
the strings of her cap to save the ribbon
from grease spots.
The dinner was profuse. excellent, and
handsomely arranged: and for a while most
of the company were too earnestly occupied
in satisfying their npperites 10 engage much
in conversation. Aunt Quimby sen, waiter
to Captain Cheston to desire him to take care
of roor Mr.. Smith which message the wal
ter thought it unnecessary 10 deliver.
Mrs. Blake Bentley and her daughter
Matilda sat one on each side of the Baron,
and showed more assidui;y in helping him
than is customary from ladies' to gentlemen.
Also their solicitude in anticipating his
wants was work of supererogaIion, for the
Baron could evidently lake excellent care Of
himself, and was unre miting in bis applica-
tions to every one round him for every thing
within their reach, and loud and incessant
in his calls to the walters for clean plates
and clean glasses.
When the dessert was set on, and the flow
OF soul was succeeding to the feast which,
whether of reason or not, had been duly
honored, Mis-. Quimby found leisure to look
round, and resume her colloquy.
| Il believe, madam your name is Bentley,
said she to the lofty looking parsonage di-
rectly opposite.
/ l am Mrs. Blake Bentley was the reply
with an imperous stare that was intended to
! frown down all further attempts at conversa-
ton. But Aunt Qumby did not comprehend
repulsion, and had never been silenced in her
life so she proceeded
Il remember your husband very WE'LL
lie was son Of old Benny Bentley up second
street, that used to keep the sign Of Adam
and Eve, hut afterwards changed il to be the
Liberty Tree. His wife was BIake-that
was the way your husband came by his
name. Her father was an upholster, and
she worked at the trade before she was mar
RED. She made two holsters and three
pillows for me at different times though
| Pm not quite sure it was not two pillows
and three holsters. He had a brother, Billy
Blake, that was a painter; so he must have
been your husbands uncle.'
Excuse me said Mrs. Blake BentIey-
Il don't understand what you are talking
about. But I'm very sure there were never
any artist people in the family
ooh Billy Blake was painter and glazier
both RESUMED Mrs. Quimby-' remember
him as well as if he was my own brother.
We always sent for him TO mend our broken
windows. can see him now-comng with
his glass box and putty. Poor fellow-he
was employed to put new coat of paint on
Christ Church steeple, which we though,
would be good job for him but The scaffoId
gave way and he fell down and broke his leg
We lived right opposite, and saw him tuNble
It's mercy he wasn't killed right out. He
was carried home on a hand-barrow.
remember the afternoon as well as if it were
yesterday. We had a pot-pie for dinner
that day land happened to have on new
calico gown, green ground with yello "
sprig iE it. have some Of the pieces now
in patch work
Mrs. Blake Bentley gave Mrs. Quimby a
look of unqualified disdain, and Then turning
to the Baron whispered him to say some
thing that might stop the mouth of that
aboIninable old woman. And by way OF
beginning she observed aloud Baron, what
very fine plums these are
'Yes said the Baron helping himself
to them profusely-' and apropos to plums
one day when happened TO be dining with
the king of Prussia, there were some very
fine peaches at table we were sitting, you
know, triAing over the desserts) and the king
said 10 me- KIingenberg, my dear fellow,
let's try which of us can break the large
looking glass by shooting peach-stone at
it
Dear me what king interrupted
Mrs. Quimby-' and now ] look at You
again, sir, There, just now, with your head
tur ned to the light there's something in
your face that puts me in mind of Jacob
Stimbol. our Dutch young man that used TO
live with us and help 10 do the work. Mr..
Quimby bought hin, at the wharf ont of a