The Sierra citizen., 1854-02-25
The Concert.

The concert commenced overture on
the organ. GLOW solemn y exclaimed
Miss J'mima WINS, glancing, perhaps
unconsclOusly, at the gentleman with the
whiskers. Mr.. Samuel Wilkins, who had
been muttering apart for some time past,
as if he were holding confidential con-
versation with the gilt knob of the dress
cane, breathed very hard = breathing
vengeance, perhaps. but said nothing
"The soldier tried,' Miss Somebody in
white satin. "Ancore p cried Miss
J'mima Ivans' friend. "Ancore!" shouted
the gentleman in the plaid waistcoat imme-
diately, hammering the table with a stout
bottle. Miss J'mima Ivinss friends
young man eyed the man behind the waist
coat from head to foot, and cast look of
interrogative contempt towards Mr..
Samuel Wilkins. Comic song, accom-
panied by the organ. Miss NINA Wins
was convulsed with laughter-so was the
man with the whiskers. Everything the
ladies did the plaid waistcoat and whiskers
did, by way Of expressing unity of senti-
ment and congeniality of soul; and Miss
J;mima Wins, and Miss J'mima Ivinss
y
in inverse proportion.
Now, if the matter had ended here, the
little party might soon have recovered
their former equanimity, but Mr. Samuel
Wilkins and his friend began to throw
looks of defiance upon the waistcoat and
whiskers. And the waistcoat and whiskers.
by way Of intimating the slight degree in
which they were affected by the looks
aforesaid, bestowed glances of increased
admiration upon Miss J'mima Wins and
friend. The concert and vaudeville con-
cluded, they promenaded the gardens
The waistcoat and whiskers did the same:
and made divers remarks complimentary
to the ankles of Miss J'mima Wins and
friend in an audible tone At length. not
satisfied with these numerous atroc tiles
they actually came up and asked Miss
J'mima Twins and Miss J'mima WINS
friend to dance, without taking any more
notice of Mr.. Samuel Wilkins and Miss
J'mima WINS friends young man, than if
they was nobody
what do you mean by that, scoundrel 2"
exclaimed Mr.. Samuel Wilkins, grasping
the gilt-knobbed dress-cane firmly in his
right hand. whats the matter with you,
you little humbug ?' replied the whiskers.
"How dare you insult me and my friend ?"
inquired the friends young man. "You
and your friend be hanged" responded the
waistcoat. "Take that" exclaimed Mr..
Samuel Wilkins. The ferrule of the gilt
knobbed dress-cane was visible for an
instant, and then the light of the yarie-
gated lamps shone brightly upon it as it
whirled into the air, cane and all. "Give
it him." said the waistcoat "Horfcer!'
screamed the ladies. 1t was too late
Miss J'mima Iyins' beau and the friends
young man lay gasping on the gravel, and
the waistcoat and whiskers were seen no
more.
| Miss J'mima Wins and friend being
conscious that the affray was in no slight
degree attributable to themselves, Of course
went into Mysteries forthwith; declared
themselves the most injured of women.
exclaimed in incoherent rawlings that they
had been suspected -wrongfully suspected
oh that they should ever have lived to,
see the day, and so forth; suffered q
relapse every time they opened their eyes
and saw their unfortunate little admirers,
and were carried to their respective abodes
in hackney coach in state of insensi-
bility, compounded Of shrub, sherry and
excitement. Sketches by Boz.