Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1853-09-08

No, my dear, interrupted the husband
! con'd not really; ] make it point of
conscience never to praise his poery.-
How eau | 2
And then continued Mrs Baker. eoing
oil on another track, he likes YOU should
consult hlm about your business some.
times
ID 'e' he, dear can mind nv own bu-
siness, thanking him all the same
You promised him, some time arc that
you would let ham have some gratis of sur
golden pippn, and YOU have not done so
rue, dad, my dear and / forgot IL
Wen, that was careless and neglectfol and
am sorry Tor livery. Why did Won mo-,
'eli me OF that at once, instead of talking
parcel OF stuff about poeuyl Well. 1t is
not too late yet and | will send up the
gratis tomorrow ;--no, IN 20 up this after.
noon aud do II myself-he is a sad hand al,
gardening, though he thinks himself so
clever. am sorry erro, i before
would do anything really useful for uncle
sampson bat as to llauefug HIM mo.
cont do %, u lie cuts me off for 1T"
Now, lu explanation Of this little domes-
tic dialogue, we may as well inform our
readers that when Sampson Smith left of
business, he soon found his time TO haup
Learlly on his hands aud 1t happened one
winters day-Soon after the death Of his
wiie-that be sat by his fire, IN very dis.
consollic mood, wondering how he should
employ himself nnul dinner time At length
be- tell INTO sort OF dozIug reyerie, from
which hc was reused by the entrance of
Mary the housemapd. with a double handful
Of books, IA snowy bindings.
Please, SIR, there's man at the door
wants to know II you want any books.
sampson Smith was not reading man.
When a shoemaker he bad been wont to
make II his boast that he had never, since
he lef school, read through any book thick
er than bis thumb, aud that he never knew
good come Of a learned shoemaker Since
hl. refinement indeed bee bad SO far over.
come his pgeludices as to take a weekly pa.
per, ani manage, by dint oil great exerdou,
To- get through the contents of one num-.
Der by tie time the next arrived But this
was all; SD 81 the ptesumptuous inquiry,
D1you want ans books, slrt he turned
sharp., round
Bot IS no can resist Che DEGREES Of Giel
JIst rs Sampson Smith Was on the pout
of uueung a sweeping dcuuucll,lon a-lius.
all books and booksellers of every rank and
degree, BE, eye caush, the glider OF gdt
edges and bright purple bindings.
Now, Sampson had often seen purple
bindings aud gilt edges before without al-
mirauon, or the least wish 10 the world TO
cultivate acquaintance with them Bat al
tbs moment, from whatever cause, be
seemed positively bewilicred with the sishi;
aud before hls mad had recovered Us cqnl-
poise. a duodecimo was iu his baud, sad
he was gancng over the title page and pre-
face
poem Tile Farmers Boy. by I'M
Bioomhc.d-a shoemaker, positively Well
bless me never met with poems los
shoemaker befare-siily fellow, though
waste oitme-died poor, I'll be bound 90
Mary how much Is this book p
Ffy cents, sir. Alliaese are hly cent
apiece.
There then, pay Ca Tins don't wan
auy more; and, Mary-'
You needn't (h,s senses were return
mg) bring books IA another tine
Alas t1e Rubicnu WIS passed and
from Lat day forth Simpson Smuh Wa-
changed man. new ambition spran.
npin hs soul. lie, too, would be poe,
Why NOT.
'll let them see, 'said be to himself 'th4
Robert Bloomfield Is not the only shoem4k
cr who could wrte poetry. Bloomfield, lu
deed = lie never more complained OF wau
Of employment
Wei but, uncle Why don't you Pubils
your poetry ? asked has nephew
Want bit, nephew; wait bit har
some more thoughts IN my head yet go
shall see some DAY. | don't want MONEY
Tim, or else--ah! there's no telling nh
could be made Of money, Tim, or OF "a
poetry Way there's Walter Scott, Il.
fine Scotch poet; Tread IN the paper I'll
other day ihas he sola lluo blI Of
poem for-ah lhausand pounds or mon
/ WAY, my money in the stocks is nothing
, what my poetry will bring n when At Is III
shcd All the better for YOU some d
r Tmolhy.'
t Thus was ia the early days OF Sampson
2 poeticA career; and at the date OF "uf ST
b ~. ms ideas of the value Of ms uerar
y property were sui more magnificent. II
E never mud taken the wares TO market.
5 Now Mrs, Baker was quite light n ie
4 ing her husband that uncle Sampson ~
1 not vastly pleased wHh his neglect i
had long had a suspicion that Timothy
j. invlncihe to the sweet sounds he was IA
a to pour into his ears, aud now he was su
- of It.
d II Is reasonable 60 suppose that the iaih
e of mischief was al the bottom of II; at
\ events, it did 50 happen that on the We
II day he had given occasion for Mrs. Bake
gentle lecture, when Sampson reach
j. home, cha6ng sorey at his nephew's rou
e message, he found that visitor, who IN d
Y form announced herself as Mrs Griffin, b
E been waiting his arrival.
t. Mrs. Griffin was litle fat body, viii
| queer sort of face that looked always
is the poiu, either Of laughing or crying
which 1t might be was a difficult matter
k decide. In the same manner her 70
te seemed duly regulated to sink into S
an rowlul whine, or 10 rise into an ecsil
all rapture, as the case might demand /
il age might be on the shady side OF iorty,a
d. her hablimenls denoted a middle class
lady.
ed We are sorry we cannot tell you mo
ed kind reader, than that Mrs. Griffin
Il II -, Aaan G., Ia