Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1856-07-03
THE WEEKLY STAR.
A FREYcHMAN IN TROUBLE.

"Ah! mes friends; am de most misera
bic de man in de world 1 marry-oht
beauty woman IL furnish de house-I hire
de servants-l live comfort-yera nice for
tree month"; 60 Won day ~ give de les
song-l dine yitte my bubille-I come back
L knock at my door Of street-old woman, not
my footman open de docr-I say, why you
bere, madame She say, madam vera, vera
I'LL am sorry to profound-she be beauty
voman-I say, how she is De old madam
say, she be better now-fne boy / say Got
for dam! minde vat you say. All, bai not
tree month marry; 1 shall 90 kill her! L
rush up de stair-old madam stop me; she
says, you frighten my lady, and she die vel
den, have pity in my heart, for she was
to de room of de door-I open de door-I open
de room Of de door gently, and / open de cur
tain Of de bed gently, and I say, 'Ah, ha!
Madam Chsnson;' she look, but do not speak,
but make de sigh. i say, will You neyere no
more do so? She say, nevere,' 90 dam fne,
so magnifque-o she beauty woman. Veil,
sure 4 forgive, and L ask for TO see dc boy.
BY gar, be was nice, fat, chubby little fellow
L say, wish he was mine, he such nice little
fellow. She say, he must be yours; will
give him a you, and will nurse him for you
so kind. oh, she be beauty woman, Veil, L
live comforte; vera nice for seven or eight
years. 60 to de Park Bushy; de say m no
wanted till TO- morrow. All, bai L say, / shall
go home to my nap, 10 Madam Chanson; she
beauty woman; knock at de door; my foot
man open de door; he say, Sare, you
have dc sOupare2' 1 say No, 1 have de bis
cult and de vine on account de road will
go to my nap go up de stair, nice, com-
forte, to Madam CbansOn, for she he beauty
woman. L open de door chamber, and voJ L
see Won oder mans breeches on my chair
All, ha. got dam! got dam! say 1 draw
de curtain in much great rage de getil-
hOmme in de bed say, All! Monsieur Chan
son, how you do, Ssre? L am most glad TO
see you look so vel By gar, be war 80 polite
have de kindness TO hand me my breeches'
L say, 'Certainment, Monsieur and / reach
it him vitte bow. / 80 out of de room, as
gentilhomme ought TO do till he dress. / come
back; / knock at de door; he was very fne
man; be had de opera hat, de stocking silk,
and de dam britches sse first. He was a
gentilhomme magnifque-he was grand. i
could almost forgive Madam-she be beauty
woman, he was vera fine man. He say, you
will have de kindness, Monsieur Chanson, a
show me down dc starr / say, Certain
ment, Monsieur, and did make him de bow
L took de chandelle in my hand, and L show
him down to the door street. L open de street
of de door. He say, Monsieur Chsnson, good
bye, Sare.' 1 say, good bye, Monsieur
He say, bon soir, Monsieur / say, Bon
soir;' / wish / never you see no more and
oh my friend Monsieur Lincoln, dis vat grieye
me, to lose my friend. come to de room
L say, you come out Of de bed She cry, and
say, I never do SO no more She look in my
face witt so much pity-oh, den, she look more
beauty woman dan never, But put de steel
to my heart, and L say, 1 never forgive and
L make her 60 out OF de door Of de street, but
that was not the pOlitesSe; it was no de gentil
homme; l should have gone out Of my house
myself. She come again in dc morning, and
then L part from my beauty-bad vife-and
for dat, be now de man de most miserable in
de hole world"