Freeman's champion., 1857-07-09

another woman like her inithe world.
She was the epitome Of goodness
I,She was-z-but why should | SO on !?
| Words cannot express half her good
| qualities. / must leave tito the
reader 'simagination to fill mp thepor-
trait She also belonged TO the r.
liz, VS.. We had been brought up
together from childhood, had always
loved each other, and you might
search all the United States through
and you would not find a happier
marriage than ours. 'd -g-
| Ths conversation opening my story
occurred on the 3lst oil December,
| 1856. We were undreSsed for bed
and had had few friends to spent
the evening with u.s.. l,had been
beaten thIeelgames Of chess, running,
and that might perhaps, have Aqu
something to do with increasing my
| discontent, ''
Well, as | before said, my vie
came over and kissed me; this soothed
my feelingsalittle, ami without more
grumbling jumped into bed, ,.h
| ! dreamed--I hardly know what |
dreamed that night-tarriages, libra
rieS, gold, silver, were all mixed up
in a terrible confusion. At last |
Thought / was dead, and some one
was mailing down my coffin. .,I
| r." Rat-tat-tat."
| Precipitation bursting out from
Ievery pore Of my body. bro
| "Rat-tat-tat." ,birg f,lU.
Intense agony of your humble
servant. .f, ..f,......
Rat-tat-tat." b.
A fearful struggle, in which |
knocked my wife over the eye with
my elbow, fortunately not hurting
her, hut causing her 10 give me kick,
| (of course she did not know what
she was doing, } which awakened me,
1T was broad daylight; and some
q one knocked ut the bedroom door,
which explained the comfortable sen
sation | had experienced Of being
nailed down in my coffin.
" Come in" l exclaimed. @
The door opened, and Bridget made
her appearance. l should say that
Bridget was a recent importation
from the Emerald Isle, and was our
maid Of all work l assure you we
]have had hard work to train Eer.--
| To give an idea howexceedingly ver-
IdanCshe was when she first came to
us, we asked her, one hot, scorching
day, to pour water on some ice; she
did so, only the water was boiling
"If yes esplease, SIR said Bridget,
"the mates cooked, and breakfast is
nearly ready su r.a Is-s,,.
! { Bridget is from Cork, and he,
accent is rather broad.
'"All right, Bridget I replied
we will get up directly. Give mc
the tSun' paper.'i. 0oijom aG
Bridget did as I requested, and
propped myself up in the bed and
began to peruse it. The first thing
that struck me, was that it was Thurs
day, the first of January, 1857. !
| had quite forgotten it was New
Years day. l determined would
turn over a new leaf, and endeavor
to be more satisfied with my condition
for the ensuing year. My eyes then
ran downthe list Of advertised letters.
| saw one for me, yes, there it was,
Jonathan Clutterwell, NJ. D., right be-
fore my eyes. Now ClGtterwelsno
q very common name, to saynoth-
ing of the pedx, jonathan. ! i'm
mediately surmiscd that the letter
must be for me, | set my wit, to
work thinking who it.coald be from,
""I have 1t, "Sail | to myselfyt'it
is from Aunt Margaret She yhns
sent us a handsome New Yeac's git
in the shape OF a bank bill, and not
knowing my true address, has direct.
ed the letter sihp yto Baltimore
d / was convinced that my supposi-
tion was correct that | could NO lon
ger restrain my impatiencc, bu,
Y jumped up, hurried on my clothes
told Bridget to delay to breakfast
\ threw myself into aldHoward stree,
stage, and in about q quarter oftal
hour found myself at the post-oltice
window. In another minute the let
tor was in my hands.
I opened il, and, TO my astopish'
mont, read 40 follows.o I1q laam
II lnd AccoMAcK G. H., Va "
'Il fa6ljs Az al Dec, "a, 1857. ii5I'
n DEAR Sin I'VE regret TO MORN
. you Of the demise OF your rsspecte,
aunt, Miss Margaret Clutterwell. B,
her will, now in our possession, you
+ are appointed sole heirto her proper,
ty, amounting in real estate AMI pof
. sohalpropeity, to 810,000pe
L. =. A =. = q. = /.