The Rutland County herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1852-1855, 1854-04-07
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pathetic cord acting like bell.pull Up.
on The 'Jaculaiory organs. which forces
them 10 say no, chorus around sung
out unisoac and with precision our
drilled and paid choruscs at the Opera
have never attained yet No, We don't
want any Mr.. Jerome Green. an ea-
~. good-nainred gentleman. who was IN
town for the holidays, was resting in an
arm chair, making use, howevef. Of on.
ly its two hinder legs. his own feet be-
ing propped upon the window-sill. aud
sung out with the res, No, | don't
want any The little fellow, who had
an intelligent but melancholy face. was
just going 10 Withdraw himself from the
gorgeously decorated room, when Mr.
Green, happening 10 turn his face To the
door, caught sigh, Of a muddy little foot
quite blue with the pincbing cold
that is TO say, that part Of il which
was not black with incrusiations
recollecting that he had actually been
annoyed during the past week by the
want OF a match in his bedroom, cried /:
Halo J ! do want some matches. though
little shaver; how do YOU sell them 2
Eighteen-pence Dozen was the
ready reply; and they don't smell
Don't they ? said Mr.. Green, and
thought TO himself that is more than
can say of you, my young friend ! but
he kept the thought to himself, being
rather eccentric, and not wishing to hurt
the match boys feelings
All this time Mr.. Green had held the
bundle of boxes pensively in his hand,
as if he thought TO get their intrinsic
value by weighing them. Eighteen
pence dozen, and they don't SMELL
repeated the boy, blowing his little chill
ed hands. Still Mr.. Green did not
speak, for his mind was far away in some
hypothetical match factory, calculating
the imaginary wages some one must get
for making matches TO sell at eighteen
pence dozen, and not smell.
Warranted to keep and burn freely
broke in the boy, who put his best foot
forward, beginning to think his chance
of a sale growing slim.
But do not want Dozen our gem
teman said rousing himself ! am sure
half the quantity is enough to Sc, me on
fire dozen times. Give me couple
boxes--here is sixpence for you ! and
rendering the boy a shilling, asked for
the change.
The boys countenance, which had be-
gun 10 brighten, fell again he had no
change, he had not sold any thing that
morning.
Never mind said Mr. Green you
can bring ii 10 me tomorrow you will
find me here at about this hour. What
is your name 2
The boy told him Peter, departing
joyfully with professions of prompliiude;
and Mr. Green got up to saunter away,
when his friend Smart, who had been a
silent spectator Of the scene, left off con-
templa,ing his boot-tips, and called after
him; say. Jerry, what made you give
that boy shilling for two boxes? They
are dear enough at sixpence.'
Il gave him only sixpence,' replied
our easy friend he is TO bring the
change tomorrow.
Surely you do not expect to see that
boy agains'
| positively do was the quiet re-
ply.
I'll bet you hat you don't
Done = and done" followed in quick
succession and the friends parted.
We were standing that afternoon at
| the corner Of y street, with the same
feelings of forlornness that take hold of
some unfortunate overland pilgrim TO
| California when he comes to rapid
stream, the Mormons in possession of
the ferry, the fare asked FIVE dollars,
and the gentleman having spent his last
effigy of our glorious eagle done in gold
at the ferry Of the day previous or with
the feelings Of very young man at a
/ party. who stands in knot of other very
Young men, and is dying to go up to that
splendid girl Miss Peacock only Miss
Peacock sits st the other end Of the
room, and the very young man would
I have to traverse a bowling desert 10 get
/ 10 her, which he dare not do for his life
There we stood, staring across impassa-
bic Broadway, with a number Of other
/ individuals. whsse breasts we're filled
with the same wishes which agiiaied our
own. We all wanted TO cross Broad
way and accumulate as little mud aud
break as few ribs as possible. On The
other shore stood our counterparls, lift
ing their umbrellas 10 heaven, and pre-
scniing true picture Of life they would
/ give any thing to stand where We stood,
and We as eagerly desired to be where
they we're. All IN vain kipp 4 Brown
Broadway and 18Th street, Tompkins
square and Union square, (namcs Of
Omnibus lines in New York; al rolled
by like The roaring and relcnless waves
Of the sra coming up TO scatter in dif-
frrent directions upon the shore. of up.
io~n, and rolling do~n sgain to bee re-
united ia the bosom Of South ferry. The
loser end Of Broadsay.io~ari. the bag.
But there Is a sudden laIl, and every
[ body books al his or her neislbor. a. L
TO ,ay Nos thea = Every body does
/ IL, everybody gets across. hid NE lay