Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1853-01-22

FAMILY GOVERNMENTAL DOMESTIC SCENE;
OR,
A SUNDAY MORNING AT MIR. JONES'.
1ims-The Bredijhsi- Hour.

Mr. Jones. Want some pudding, Mery'
Mary. Yes.
Mr. J. Then hold your plato.
Mary. There's enough. | don't want
bushel.
Joe. I wish could ever have some pep
per in season. It's always clean over to the
side of the table.
Ellen. Marin, make Ben set that way.
cont git to my plate.
Mrs. J. DO, Ben, let her have chance
there's forever fuss. Docs Anne want
some tea?
Anne. Ish-tthrowing her knife on the
1oor)
Mrs. J. There, Charley, pick up sissy's
knife.
Charley. You, Tom; you're the nearest
10 it.
Tom. won't. Do il yourself
Mrs. Jones looks very sorrowiul, and
picks it up herself)
Kate. May go to meeting to-day, marin
Mary went last Sunday.
Mary. Pm going again to-day. l told
Fanny Brown, would, and she is going to
call for the. So shut up your noise.
Kate. Mind your business. That's al
ways the way. l never can 90 anywhere
but what you'll up and say you're going.
Mrs. j. Why, my child, you han't got
anything to wear but your blue dress, and
it's to cold to wear that
Kate. can wear my black one.
Mrs. j. 'Tisn't fit.
Kate. Yes It's. My cape'l cover the
waist up.
Mrs. J. Wen, hnve your own way.
Mr.. J. Let her go, mother. Ill stay nt
home aud tnke care of the baby.
Mrs. J. shan't 20 unless you do.
MIR. J. Well, we'll both stay. Pass your
dsh-pot of butter this way.
Charley. Give me as big piece of pie
as you do Nell, marin.
Mrs. J. Hold your tongue or you shnn'i
have any. II you've got done breakfast,
Mary, take Kate's dress aud darn that hole
in the skirt; and you, Ellen, put nul-iron
on the stove. Toms handkerchief ain't
ironed.
(They all get up from the table. Exit
Mr. j..
Mrs. J. Mary, want you to enquire of
Mrs. Eastman il her husband takes butter
should like TO send some over. Now do
remember il.
Mary. will. Mayn't wear your gloves
to-day? I've torn mine.
Mrs. J. Yes, if you'll find 'em. I'll war
rant they're lost. | haven't seen them since
last Sunday.
Exit Mary--enter Fanny Brown.)
Mrs. j. Good morning, Fanny. How's
your marin?
Fanny. Quite well, thank you. Mary
has not gone, has she /?
Mrs. J. No; she amt ready. Sit down.
Got quite flusty shawl--new, of course.
Well can't afford TO get Mary one this fall.
Enter Mnry.)
Mary. Hulio, Fanny; you've got along
zoe. What! new shawl' Well, marm
Gays j shall have one next week.
Mrs. j. guess not-your old one'll do.
Have you done what told you?
Mary. Yes; and she's ready to 90 to
meeting.this blessed minute, and | haven't
eoinbed my hair. BY the way, Fanny, did
you see Sarah Emerson's collar last Sunday
Fanny. No; she sat directly behind me,
and did not see her at all.
Mary. So she sat behind me two pews !;
but somebody told mo to notice it, and
turned round.
(lere the door burst open, and in rush
Joe, Charley, Kate, and Ellen.l
Kate. Marin! Marin Joe got that mouse
out of the buttermilk and throw'd il at me,
and daubed my dress all over.
Joe. Well, she struck me with a stick
that had nail in il, and tore my jacket right
on there, she did.
Kate. didn't neither.
Joe. Didn't she, Ellen?
Ellen. don't know; didn't see her.
Charley. Oh now you've fibbed, Nell
cause you said you wished il had stuck
down in his throat to pay him for pinching
you.
Mrs J.. never did see such pack Of
good-for-notliing young ones in my life
You shnn't one OF you go to meeting.
(llere scream is heard and they run for
tbe cellar door; Anne had fallen down stairs. J
Mrs. J. Darling little thing-did she fall
and hurt her? Who had the imprudence to
leave TINT door open?
Children oil Mt once. Why, when we
come up she was down cellar, aud had pas
fiddle TO plny in the cream pot, and-
(En,er Mr.. J.)
MIR. J. Boys, who broke my rake -hondIe !?
Ellen. Joe broke it yesterday. lilo was
chasing me and hit il agin the fence.
Joe. didn't neither. didn't know
twas broken
Charley. What liar You told me of
il yesterday.
Joe. The first knew, went out to the
barn, and it laid in the wood-house.
MIR. J. That's the way everything goes.
Enter Tom, with Sabbath. School book
torn shockiugy.)
Tom. See there, Pa, my books all torn
20 pieces. What shall do ?
Mr.. J. Who did this, children?
KITE. Joe aud Charles. was looking
TO the pictures, and Joe came aud grabbed il,
and they ripped il a-goiug.
Joe. It's no such thing. never touched
IT,
Mr., J. ! shall settle with you before you
so to he'd.
Mary. Where's my hair-comb, Ellen P
see you have il.
Ellen. It's out doors OH the well-curb.-
] see Charles have it,
Kate. Ben dropped il into the WE'LL
He -
MIR. J. Shut up yonr noise; don't let me
hear any more such stuff
\. EXIT Mary.)
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