Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1853-11-04

E I" 1 say, hop around, stir your stumpt
; don't you understand me, because if yo1
I don't only say so-don't stand there grin
MIN like q cat over q fish kittle Con
, sarn you, see you don't understand m
at all, why don't you up and say SOP"
: Monsieur?"
"I-say, want dinner"
. "Dinna ?"
?, "Yes, dinna-I want good dinna, bes
dinna you've got-here I am, the gassoor
starin' me in the eyes, two shillin's wortl
Of French in my hand (book,) } can't speal
a word of the blasted language, this fellel
can't talk Chocktaw nor American, pock-
ct full of money, and I'm starving tt
death Call this country"
"Gassoon? hold on a spell, 1 see you
don't understand me, you orter said So
right of, you see but hold on, here it is,
no that amt it-lord what book, ea-a-nt
find anything you want; here's the French
way in the for'ard part, and the English
way back here in the end of the hull book
take feller three-e-e weeks to find the
English meaning for the French. Yester.
day mornin' l went into q coffee (cafe y
as they call their grocers here, to get a
drink, l axed the feller for horn Of old
red eye it was just half past seven, wien
I a1ed, and not on-till quarter before Eve
that afternoon, did l find out here in this
book, that he hadn't got any!'
"Ah, here you are, gassoon.'
"Oui, monsieur"
"Soups, soups good guess, I'll 60 some
soup, what's he say for soup; here it is,
no it aint."
go 600" says the gassoon, getting a
faint idea of what the hoosier was after.
"Sou'p-pot'oshe ! (potageD y monsieur !"
"Potash Blast your picture, do you
calkelate l want to eat potash! Potash
you darn'd skunk; faint no use in talk
ing. But hold Oh, when I was over here
in England they had nice fish, round
they called 'em turbots; I guess fish amt
skeerse no whar where they have got water
guess I'll have turbot; some fish gas
soon, tout fish,"
"Fee-ish ?"
"Fee-ish? yes, fee-ish, turbot."
"Tur-bot, feeish ." echoes the bewilder-
"Well, rot you, 60 ahead and get the
6sh-get anything, plainly Of it, anything,
but your Internal frog messes, ca-a-ant 60
the frogs no how. Go, stir around, bring
on the fish"
Fee-ish ?"
"Feeishy Yes, thunder and saw logs,
are you goin' to hang around here all day,
and let feller drop right down here in
his boots :"
"O-o-o-ow says the waiter, more light
breaking in upon him. "Oui, oui, mon
sieur. And away he runs, presently re-
turns, and with bow and grin, presents
"Monsieur-tierbot"
The hoosier pushes his rocky mountain
back to the very precipice Of his head,
spreads his eyes and jumps up! He takes
hold of she tier-1Ot, gingerly as though it
was live lobster he looks at the waiter,
then at the tier.Lot!
"Well, if this Amt the darndest 60 yet;
D fish ash for fish, tur-bot!
Tsier-Jot, sui, monsieur ="
81 asked this whelp for fish, and
blast his buttons he goes and
brings me q nasty bootjach! In less than
ten minuts, this feller would have sprinkled
q little flour, grease and stuff over thi
boot jack, and gin it to me to eat! Blast
these Frenchmen, rot sich q country as
this, feller with pocket full of money
might starve to death in his boots, afore
he'd git mouthful to eat"
Hoosier rushed out, and the last seen
Or heard of him he was yelling at an En-
glishman,
"Say, look a-here, mister, where the
luce is them bull yards, (Boulevards) they
talk about I'm bound to skeer up some.
hing to eat"
Longfellow says: Ahl this beautiful
world. l know not what to think of it.
Sometimes all is gladness and sunshine
md heaven itself is not far of. And
hen it changes suddenly, and is dark and
,orrowful, and the clouds shut out the sky.
In the lives of the saddest of US, there are
br;oht days like this when We feel as if