American Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1855-1860, 1855-06-07


II is tSo O'Clock ] snum
f+.l As sure as lin sinner,
Ths TINS to go has come. .ar
You ask Wits spiteful accents,
.s s. Ii fr'tlat old clock is right"
And wonder II IL ever .|
sparked on Sunday night!
i onc, two, three. sweet kisses, t..
Folr, i've, six, you hook ... ...
b. thinkng that you rob her,
tiivJ back thoss you took
lhen as for home you hurry, .
gov a From Tia fair ones sight, a'f
Don't you wish eaeh day was
ogy Sunday night?
SKETCHES by FANNY FERN-DIsHABILLE
MsDTATIoNs oh, that crueiiying going!
Oh tllat remorseless waiterl Why wW
lac always give an extra flourish before the
door Of one, t5tally inapprecialive of sci
entiic gongismY
''Ssreal,s, omelettes. broils and hashes;"
the whole thing is disgu5ting--at least.
when one has no appetite. E'will watch
my neiyhbors. What horribly ugly
man! what lantern jaws, what beak OF a
nose. What fright he must be asleep!
His vest is too short for him, and bis era
vat is fright. He calls his wife "dear, ;
too, every live minutes IA sure sign that
he boxes her ears in private. Now he un-
furIs the morning paper There is no sur
rguago Of n Nuns intellectually, than
his favorite newspaper. His is the---
--------.; just as IeEpe-U
See that lady opposite, examining her
plate, knife, fork and napkin, microscopic
ally; this egg is too sofI,' that too hard;
the omalstte TOO brown the coffee too
strong Well, j! is as good way as any,
lsuppose, of attracting attention 10 thatel-
cgint morning dress. What an artillery
OF coquetry may be played off with a little
white hand. See it now, cleaning amid
her dark curls; now supporting her. dim
pied chin; now playing with fork or nap
kin. ALL she has not angled in vain.-
Thars Is poor, silly moth of lawyer,
opposite, whose wings are already singed
in tbs flIme. He has sweetened that cup
Of ten five times already, to my knowl.
edge. .a..e.
Aud here are some new comers. Wha
atreat il is to see a fine looking, well.dress
eli, cheerful old lady! with sense enougl
to wear her own silver hair, instead Of SOM
unharmonizing frizette. furnished by tn
pcrruquier. BY her side is her son, sup
porting upon his arm his invalid wife
Whata contrast She, with that corpse
ike complexion, faded blue eyes attenuat
cd form, and hands so transparent, will
their blu9.veined tracery. lie, bold, bright
Muscular. full Of vitality as a gladiator
with lnxiriant, curly locks, white glitter
Ing tech. an the form Of Hercules
How lanyuilly the invalil leans her heat
upon her hand! Now she gances, shiver
ing. at an open door, and the nice old lad
motions servant to shut it, An egg
brought her, cup of tea, some toast sh
just tastes them. and sits back, as if un
equal IN the effort. Now she says queru
lously (poor thing) "tis so cold; allhoug
my impulse is, to throw open the window,
her husband, in compliance with her re
quest, goes to her room. and brings her
shawl. look to see him fold it tenderl
ground those poor. thin shoulders, but b.
tosses it over her, as carelessly AS il sh
were a clothes horse. All, he is no longe
handsome in my eyes, and when, tn
next morning, with gallant bow,he hand
me something which | requested Of th
waiter Ialmost(eel kereseniing the civil
ity--now the poor restless invalid throw
of the shawl, and says. ''lis so hot. an,
wishes to leave the table befor her party.
Her husband rises impatienlly. offers he
his arm, and they disappear. All, M
how very sad to have lived too long-lon:
eaough 10 weary those whom we love!
There is a group now; that clergyman
and his wife and child. Observe tn,
starch in hiscollar and conduct;--no,ic,
the clongation Of his face and coat-tail
how few and oracular are his words; hi
eyes when no. needed on his plate, ar,
east, beyond bis sinful fellow creatures. III
TO the ceiling, and he hands that omclett,
10 his wife as solcmnly as il he were Civ
ing tho right hand Of fellowship Oh
fudge! His wife looks pietistic, prim pin
ieathery; and his child is just what yo,
might expect; already at six years, a it'll
Pharisaca bigot.) See! she lays her tin,
hand on that little Joyous creature who i
skipping through the hall, full ofirrepress
lble life. and says with wire drawn so
lemnity that would be ridiculous. were
notsopitiful: 'Donfdance-itisw wicked-goo
people never dance Thelittle honest, ner
ryPuck addressed, tosses back her curl
andanswers, but lam not good, sissy
Dear lit1e fairy; God forbid your 'innc
cent glee should ever bc checked--you
merry laugh hushod. by distorted view
Of Him. who taught the lambs to skip an
the birds to sing. who draped the cart
not with sack CLOTH but with sapphi
blue. and emeral green, spangled vii
stars and embroidered with daisies.
,,-....,,,.. FANNY FERN.
Revenge Is common passion; tits 4
sin oftle uDinstructed. Theeayage deer
itnoble; but Christ sreligion which is I
sublime ciyilizer, emphaticaIlyf condem
it. Why? Because religion ever seeks
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