Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1856-11-12
Gboiet MisttlIanp,
From the New York Sunday Times
A BIT OF HORROR.
CHAPTER I.

In our path we remember being much
impressed by story we heard in little
ale house in England. We were then
travelling over the earth with a dis
turbed wing, like Mr.. Noah's dove, to
beguile the anguish attendant on The loss
of our third or fourth wife, we don't re-
member exactly which, and who had
eloped with a New Jersey clam mer-
chant in huge way of business. What
made the blow lighter for us, she had
lately turned uncommon pious, and was
never happy without she had whole
pile of parsons about her. The doctor
says that this accounts for her fall and
fight from my domestic Eden, for ii is a
matter of theological demonstration that
the serpent of old was an abolition par
son. and preached somewhere in Brook
lyn. Sole wearied, for our boots were
tight, We strayed into one of those vii
lage taveIns seen nowhere except in
England, ard now and then in dear old
Connecticut, land of the nasal twang
and PUMPKIN pies. 1t was graced by a
large portrait, almost worthy the brush
of Whitley, of hunter, dressed in Lin
coin Green, and it was called the Green
Man. Entering, we called for the Eng
lishman's magma chartsr, "Hale," for we
make il practice, wherever we are, to
accommodate ourselves 10 the nation al
taste-we consequently ordered binds
nests in China, frogs in France, vermi-
celli in Italy, omelets in Spain, sour
krout in Hoboken and Germany, and
were we to visit Feejee, should unhesi-
tatingly order a fine man steak, rare,
without any compunction of conscience
or heavings of the diaphragm.
"Ere's yer hale" said a jolly speci-
men Of the English breed.
''Thank you," we replied, hiding our
New Jersey accent as much as possible.
A call from another end of the room
took our Boniface away. and taking out
our cigar case, bought in Broadway, we
lit weed, and whistling inaudibly,
Yankee Doodle" we opened our eyes
wide, and resolved to look around US
At the next table sat a group of FIVE gen.
tiemen of most unmistakeable marked
appearance. We came at once to the
conclusion that they were either mem.
bers of the swell mob, or else distin-
guished authors. Let us describe them !:
Three were men of about lhirty-one
might be five years more. and the other
was much older. The one Immediately
opposite had a most peculiar face. 1t
was somewhat swarthy, with deep, harsh
lines in his face, as though they had
been scored with sharp knife, like
cracking on the skin of a leg of pork; his
full lips were ever moving. although firm
ly eompressed-while his eye roamed
about like hungry lion, seeking what
it might devour, or like a police mans
lantern, drawing its bulI's-eye glance
right upon some dark spot in the worlds
countenance; his hair, which was dark
brown, was long, and hung down, like
half cultivated lions name he had no
collar, but wore a military stock. buck
led behind, with bright full satin front,
on which ascruci6ed a large pin, which
though genuine stone, was of so vulgar
q pattern that it looked as though it had
been bought of the original Jacobs of
Chatham street. The very sight of it
sent me half across the Atlantic His
vest was gorgeous His coat had vel
vet collar-and bis trowsprs were closely
strapped over shiny leather boots he
had two large rings on one hand, and
two rings on the other; his forehead was
small, but excellently formed, and his
head was SO jauntily hung on his shoul-
der, that it seemed as if it could be oc-