The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1854-05-10
Jonathan Ahead;
Or, Love AND SrRATAoE EN-.

me Y said Jonathan Dobkins as he sat on
the cornfeld fence, meditating the course Of
true love, that was running-just as Mr..
Shakespeare said it did-rather roughly. II
Suke Peabody has taken a shine 10 that
gawky. long-shanked, siammerin.' shy crit
ter. Gussett, just because he's city felcr.
she aint the gal Itook her for that's sariin.
No. its the o. folks, darn their ugly picters.
Old Mrs. Peabody was most a dreadful hi.
falum critter fall Of stuck mp notions. Aud
the old mans a regular soft-head, driven by
his wife, just as our old onc-eyed rooster is
driven about by our cantankerous five toed
Dorkin' hen. But if | don't spile his fun
my name amt Jonathan. | am going to
the city by the railroad next week, and when
| come back, I'll wake snakes that's all
The above soliloquy may serve 20 give the
reader some idea OF the land in the pleasant
rustic village where the speaker resided.
Mr.. Jonathan Dobkins was a young far
mer well to DO with the world, and looking
out for wife and bad been paying bis ad.
dresses to Miss Susan Peabody-one Mr..
Cornelius Gussett, who kept a dry goods
shop in Hanover street, Boston-suddenly
made his appearance in the field, and b gun
the cutting out game. Dazzlcd with the
prospect Of becoming gentleman's wife,
and pestcred with the importantly Of her as.
piring mamma. the village beauty began to
wayer, when her old lover determined on d
last and bold stroke 10 foil. his rival lie
went to the city and returned Of his busi-
ness he said nothing-not even TO a pumping
old maiden aunt who kept house for him. lie
went not ue'r Peabody's. tut lalorei in his
cornfeld, awaiting the result Of his machina-
tions.
The next day, Mr. Gnssett was seated with
the old folks and their daughter, in the best
room Of Peabody's mansion, chatting as
pleasant as possible. when the door opened,
and in rushed very dirty Irish woman
Is it there ye sit, Mr. Cornelius Gusset
Come out Of that before fetch yc, spalpeen
Is that what ye promised me before the
prastc, We hathen. ye nager Running away
from me and the childer-forsakin' yer law
ful welded wife and runnin' after the yankee
gals. ye in6del"
Woman, there must be some mistake
here stammered Gusset. taken all aback by
this charge.
DiyiI bit Of mistake, ye sarpint. o,
wirra, wirra, was it for the likes Of 70
sacked little Dennis Mccarthy. who loved
the very ground trod on, aud all bekase ye
promised to make lady Of me, We black dirty
thafe o. the world will ye cone on to the
railroad station, where left little Patrick.
bekase he was too sick with the small pox.
to come any further, or will ye wait till | drag
ye?
'Go-go along. 60 and I'll follow you
gasped Gussett He thought it best to tenn
porise.
i give you ten minutes, said the yirago;
il ye aint there, its me cousin. Mr.. Thaddy
Magrudery, will be after ye ye thafe :
And away went the unbdden guest.
Mr. Gussett was then engaged in STAN
merlng out a denial Of all knowledge of the
virago, when the parlor door again opened,
and little 5lack-eyed hatchet-faced woman,
in fashy silk gown, and cap Of many rib
bons perched on the top Of her head, invaded
the sancity Of the parlor.
Is he here ? she cried in a very decided
French accent. Then she added with q
scream. "Ab mon Dieu zare he is Traitre,
monster Vat for you runs away from me ?
Dis two tree years neyair see you-nevair,
and my heart broke very bad entirely
Who are you p cried Gussett. his eyes
starting out Of bis head. and shivering from
head to foot.
lie asks me who am. Oh, you are very
respectable old gentlehomme. you hear what
lie asks. Who am I-Pe1iac.' | am your
vifc y
Il never saw you before. so help me God,'
cried Gussett energetically.
Don't You swear" said old Mr. Peabody,
if you do, I'll kick you into fits. | won't
have any profane swearing IN my house.
oh, bless you. bless you. respectable old
gentleman; tell him he must come WIZ me
tell him l have spake to 70 constable-tell
him sobs interrupted her utterahce.
It's pesky bad business said the deacon
cha6ng with unwonted ire. 'Gussett you are
a rascal
Take care, Deacon Peabody, take care
sail the unfortunate shopkeeper
Il remarked that you was rascal. Gussett.
You have gone and married two wives, and
that eres fiat burglary, cf know anything
'baout the Revised Statoots.'
Two wife . shrieked the French woman.
Half dozen for ought know to the con-
traryn said the Deacon. Now you get out
Of my house 20 away to the station and
clear out to Boston | want nothin moro TO
do with YOU
But deacon. hear me-
Il don't want to hear you, you sarplnt,
cried the deacon. stopping his ears with his
hands. 'marryin' two wives and comm a
courtia' a third. Go long. clear out
Even Mrs Peabody, who was inclined TO
put in word for the culprit was silenced.-
Susan turned from him in despair-he fled
to the railroad depot hotly pursued by the
clamorous French woman.
That afternoon. as Miss Susan Peabody
was walking towards the village, she was
overtaken by Mr. Jonathan Dobkins. dress
ed in his best and driving his fast going
horse before his Sunday-go to meeting-gig
lie reiued up and aecosted her
Hello, Suke-get in and take rider
Don't keerif do Jonathan, replied the
young lady, accepting the proHered seat.
Il say, you.' said Jonathan, grinning,
that ere city feIlers turned out poorly, amt
he ?
It's dreadful. if its true. replied Susan.
You had a narrow escape, didn't ye, pur-
- .ho lovar Rut ha xUarnt mayer of