Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1857-10-09

We commend to those Of our readers
who have enjoyed the rich treat of seeing John
Owens, Burton, or the lamented Charley Burke,
in the part Of John Peter" the following
version Of
POOR PILLICODDY.
FOUNDED on the popular theatrical play OF that
name.
John Peter Pillicoddy was a scotsman and
florist in Southampton, England Within the
ship where he transacted his business, were
seeds, and roots and flowers, without number
over which Sarah. the smarte t of shop girls
presided with much dignity. Behind the shop
was garden, with no end Of plants and flower
pots and trumpery. Within this garden, Mr.
Pillicoddy. watering pot in hand, presented
himself one fine morning.
Past six O'Clock. L declare" be exclaimed,
looking at the clock through the open shop-dooi;
I'D no idea it was so late; I may say thought
it was earlier. Upon my life. l don know how
IT Is, but time passes So agreeably when one
happens To be married don { know whether
that's the general opinion; but my experience,
and L have been married six months, warrants
mc-l might say authorizes me-publiely to
repeat my observation, that time passes so
agreeably when one happens to be married"
IN glad to see you watering the plants.
sir; il begins 10 look like old times again - said
Sarah, the shop-girl, coming to the door. ard
smoothing down her apron with both hands, as
shOp-girls will.
Il certainly went out into the grounds for
that purpose, Sarah, returned Mr. Pillicoddy,
but by the time L had half finished the Job,
L suddenly discovered, upon looking into the
watering pot, that had entirely forgotten the
water, which water Is, L believe, generallyaif
not universally, acknowledged to be an impOr-
tant auxiliary in the operation Of watering"
All, sir, sighed Sarah, with a desponding
shake Of the head THAT shows you were think
ing OF something else. I'd give q whole years
wages to see you standing behind that counter
again. with your apron on, serving out seeds
so you will, Sarah, in time, replied Mr.
PillicOddy, bTiskly. . You wouldn't yrudge
your master, your indulgent master, a little
occasional relaxation ?"
No. but the little occasional relaxation
you speak Of has been going on for the last six
months; IN Short, sir, you We quite neglected
the business -
I'm aware of it, Sarah. When married
put this question To myself-and pat it Sc
riOusly, Sarah Shall / attend to my busi-
ness, or to my pleasure ~ And L unhesitat-
ingly decided In favor of the latter, and felt
that could devote myself to my present areer
Of innocent dissipation for the remainder of my
existence without q murmur."
" ou II excuse me, sir, persisted Sarah
Z" but L m afraid you indulge mssus a leetle too
much
Perhaps / do, - 8 lid Mr. PilIicoddy. with
the air Of one perfectly content to let things
remain as they were whether right or wrong
Perhaps do, but can't help it; Mrs Pill
coddy has such winning way with her as
sure you that her playful manner Of directing
my attention to a new shawl or a new dress in
shop window, must be seen to be appreciated
And then, when purchase the article in ques-
tiOn her style Of saying thank ye's'-she says
thank We as If she really meant thank We
Ah, Sarah, you don't know what it is to have a
young wife ~
''No-and what's more, I'm sure I never
shall - returned Sarah. triumphantly, evil
IDENTIFY much satisfied with the reflection that
II was morally and physically impossible for
her ever to know anything Of the sort.
Don't be sure of anything, Sarah there's
no knowing what may happen Look at me
wash L notorious for my any antipathy to the
matrimonial state"
Yes, but that was before you saw Mrs Pill
llcoddy- Ah, she certainly was q blooming
young widow"
Sarah" :" calculated Mr. Pillicoddy, with a
start, and considerable elongation of counte-
nance; how often have / told you never to
allude to Mrs Pillcoddy's former state. It's
PAINFUL TO me-distressing to me the very
word widow puts my flesh all of a creep, Just
as II there were several rakes being drawn
backwards and forwards over my body-up
and down my back, especially
Well, i m sure. sir, If I had known YOU
didn't like her TO be called a widow, l would mt
have called her a widow. And yet if she
had Mt been widow you could mt have married
her My brother Tom married widow, poor
fellow,
What do you mean by poor p - ask
ed Mr.. PillicOdy, sharply
Why, because be turned up again
Tour brother Tom ?'
- No; t'other chap"
20, tOtherehap." said Mr. Pillicoddy, pain
fully interested May inqgirs how this IN
dlVldual you designate rs 't'Other chap was2' "
why, the first husband. He was q sailor
and everybody, brother Tom included thought
him safe and snug at the bottom Of the sea
But as said before, up he turned, for all that
By-the-by, missus q first husband, Capt. O'Scut-
tie. was supposed 10 be drowned, WASH I he!'
Supposed u be drowned 80 exclaimed Mr.
Pillieoddy. What do you mean by supposed
to be drowned? He tras drowned-very much
drowned; the ship went TO pieces in the chops
OF the channel, and 50 did he "
But they Esysr found him - asked Sarah
with much affected simplicity.
No; ne was 50 comfortable and entirely lost
that they never eontriYed TO fish up the small
est particle Of him."
That's just what they said about brother
Tom wife's first husband but, nevertheless,
as / said before
Hold your tongue, Sarah :" shouted Mr..
PIllleoddy, pushing her into the shop and clio
slng the door - lie turned up again - he
ey@ulsted, uampln2 about the garden In
high state Of excitement. "a man universally
believed 10 have located himself for the remain
der of his days among the cookies and peril
wrinkles at the bottom Of the sea- that man
turned up again y Totally regardless of the
Inconvenience that he must have known would
attend his temperance, that man calmly and
deliberately turned up again Suppose my
wlfs's first husband should take it into his head
20 follow the absurd example set by Toms
Wifs's first IL won't bear thinking about
and yet the things impossible 1 appeal to
any one. Fifteen months at the bottom Of the
sea, and then turn up again; he eoHid mt do a.!
Then, on the other hand, it's just possible
that he may be floating about still, clinging
eOnvulsivsly TO the main top jib, or the jib main
top. wayin. his handkerchief, and frantcally
shouting for assistance, on the very summit Of
one Of the masts. Sometimes / fancy he may
hays been washed ashore on some desert island,
where, At this very moment, he may be wander