Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1851-06-27
From the N. o. Delta.
From the N. q. Delta.
One Glass Too Much; 0r,-The ygIfs's Night Cap.

From the n. O. Delta.
One class Too Much: Or,-The yVife's Night Cap.
BY INK v0oDS.n
Mr. who doesn't live more than a mile from
the post Office in this city, met some Northern
friends with Southern principles" the other evening"
and in extending to them the Inequalities OF the
Saloons and Marble Halls,n imbibing spiritual
consolation they journeyed that when he left them
at their hotel at the midnight hour, he felt decided
ly felt, that he had "a brick in his hat" Now, he
has wife, an amiable. accomplished, and beautiful
lady, who loves him devotedly, and finds but one
fault with him. That is his too frequent visit to the
palaces where these bricks obtained.
After leaving his friends, Mr. - paused a mo-
ment took his bearings, and having shaped course,
on the principle that continual angles meet, made
sail for home. In due course of time he arrived
there. and not very much astonished but rather
frightened to find his worthy lady sitting up for him.
She always does. She smiled when he came in
That also she always does.
sHow are you dear E o. she said-styou staid out
so late that feared you had been taken sick"
I" Hic-aint sick wife; b-but don't you th-think
rm-rm little flight o.
GA gerry little perhaps my dear-but that is
nothing-you have SO many friends, you say, you
must join them in glass once in a while!"
I Wife you're too good-th-the truth is, I'm id
d-drunk ~
'sOh, no indeed my dear-Tm sure that even
another glass wouldn't hurt you. Now suppose you
take glass of Scotch ale with me, just as ght
cap, dear !"
''You are too kind my d-dear, by half know
I'm d-drunk!''
"Oh no-only julep too much, love--thats all!''
eyes juleps-McMasters makes such stiff uns!''
"Well-take glass of ale at any rate-it can't
hurt you, dear l want one before retire."
The lady fastened to open bottle, and as she
placed two tumblers before her the sdeboard she
put in one very powerful emetic. Filling the
glass with the foaming ale, she handed one to her
husband.
Suspicion came cloudily upon his mind. She
never before had been so kind when he was drunk.
He looked at the glass,-raised it to his hps,then
hesitated.
dear, w-won't you just taste mine, to make it
sweet-sweeter 2" said he.
Certainly, love!' replied the lady, taking
mouthful, which she was careful not to swallow.
Suspicion vanished, and so did the ale, emetic and
all, down the throat of the satisfied husband. After
splitting out the taste, the lady finished her glass;
but seemed in nc hurry to retire. She fixed foot
tub OF water before easy chair, if she intended
to battle her beautiful little feet But small as were
those feet there not water enough in the tub to
cover them. The husband began to feel and he
wanted to retire.
'Wat only few minutes DEAR" said his loving
spouse; g want to read the news in this afternoons
Delta. found it in my pocket"
A few minutes more elapsed, and then--and then,
on ye gods and Dan O. the lake, what time The
husband was placed in the easy chair. He began to
understand why the tub was there; he soon learned
what allied him. Suhce 1T to say, that when he
from that chair the brick had left his hat 1t
been there since He says he'll never drink another
julep; he can't bear Scotch ale, but he is death on
lemonade! He loves his wife better than ever
Reader, this is truthful story Profit by its moral
''NoT WORTH WHILE. Some months ago a coun-
try gentleman, who sometimes acts in an editorial
capacity for newspaper in -, present at rail-
road festival in thriving village in New England
where, among motley crowd of people, fifty or six
ty editors and attaches of the press were gathered
At the ball. which succeeded the regular exercises of
the occasion, the person to whom we have alluded
and to whom like the hero of Lambs unlucky farce
shall call H." invited two or three gentlemen
of the corps editorial to go with him to the refresh
ment room in the rear of the mammoth tent where
the ball was held, and " take drink The gentle
men, of whom Boston Editor, accompanied
the hospitable and generous Mr.. H. to the bar with
an alacrty quite worthy of the profession in the dr
est times and places Champagne being agreed up
on, at the instance of Mr. H the thing to be put
down by the power of the press" the gentleman
walked up to the barkeeper while the guests stood
modestly in the Presently Mr.. H. turned round
with disappointed air, and said It's no go, gen.
tlemen !; | asked him for some champagne-a glass
for each us-but he says he won't sell less'n
bottle! | don't stand the swindle, gentemen--would
you2 And he walked off thoughtfully like man
who had suddenly escaped great calamity
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