The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1859-08-18

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{ "What an old goose she must be-
Mr.. Raymond is loved and respected
by all who know him. Several of oul
oldest and most wealthy and influential
citizens have clubbed and raised funds
enough to buy press and types, and
have engaged him to edit newspaper
they design to publish. He is the ia.
nous author of the thrilling sketches
published over the initials G. r."
"Miss Clara says that she would not
touch him with a pair of tongs, and
that he is low fellow, fit only to 60
with vulgar people"
/ Pshaw! that's all moonshine. The
time may come when she will be glad
to go in his company. There is an
accomplished and pretty young lady
boarding here, who gave the mitten to
Mr.. Fitzgammon, but she would be
delighted to have Mr.. Raymond accept
her hand, her heart and fortune.
AS John surmised, that very evening
there was grand soiree at the house
owned and occupied by the naughty,
homely Mrs. and hard listed Mr.. Null
lins. rer lrs4 1 IT,
At an early hour the washed, combed,
brushed, curled, dressed, perfumed and
decorated Mr.. Fitzgammon might have
been seen ascending the flight of steps
and afterspellingoutth name engraved
on the door plate, pulled the door bell
L ,O1o hof hn
howled with the ear ache, and the ser
wants started with alarm, and the busy
old mistress wondered what on earth
was the matter.
He was escorted in pleasant room,
which was. handsomely furnished with
the most fashionable furniture. After
being introduced to the company pres
ent, he made low bow, tried to smile,
scraped his feet on the carpet, and
then awkwardly tumbled like bale OF
dry goods upon the sofa; after which
he looked up with an air of wondrous
wisdom, and great impatience, which
seemed to say:
"What think We of this imported
specimen of gentility %
He really was remarkable looking
object. His coarse hair was oiled,
curled and scented. He stared at eve-
ry person in the room through his quiz
zing glass. He wore his intellectual
false mustaches. His red carrot fingers
were hooped with rings, and brooch
large enough for looking-glass stuck
upon his shirt BOSOM
! Most persons could have seen at a
glance that he was one of those nom
descript creatures who knew but little of
themselves, externally, except what
they learn fiom the. looking glass, and
who know nothing of themselves, m
ternally except what they feel from the
liquor glass. The following converse
ton between the parties will afford an
idea Of the mental calibre of the dis
tingrished gentleman
cit is beautiful evening, sir" re-
marked one of the company.
every foine."
"You have seen the falls Of Niagara
| am told. What do you think of that
sublime and beautiful water-wonder ?"
+" 1t is very foine."
" l think [ saw you at the meeting
which was addressed by Hon. Daniel
Webster. What do you think of his
eloquent and magnificent speech?'
{" 1t was very toine."
"How do you feel, sir, when excited
by the thrilling, electrifying eloquence
Of our Demosthenes ?" g.
every foine."
"The sensation must be akin to the
trnmpeting of the storm when the winds
do battle. What are your sensations
during a storm at sea 20 fr
CT am sick at the stomache at such
times, but when we have a smooth sea
and fair wind, / feel very foine."
The conversation was here interrupt
ed by the appearance Of Mrs. Mullins
and her daughter. They were richly
dressed and gorgeously bejewelled, and
1 Clara, Notwithstanding the unmistaka-
BILE lines which ill-temper had traced
upon her countenance, was beautiful to
look upon. The moment they entered
the room, Mr.. Fitzgammon arose from
his seat, squeezed the hand of Miss
Clara, and told her she looked "very
foine."
In the course of the evening he ven
tured to tell her that she was charm.
. ing girl fit to be the wife of lord, and
he meant what he said, pom honor.
Maria was present at the party, and
her aunt availed herself of an early
opportunity to ask how she would like
,, the attention of such a rich man as
. Fitzgammon.
Best at Distance" said she. "
could not bear such band-box dandy
: whose head is as empty as his hat"
"You rude thing, how dare yot
, speak so disparagingly Of my company
in my own house?"
| Why, aunt, he has been winkins
at me most impertinently through hi:
quizzing glass. He is not gentleman
, and ought to be requested to leave thu
house. If he does not leave, by your
) permission, l will retire to my room.
81 suppose you want to see the jour
= newman printer, but if he dares to show
! himself within reach of the poker,
, will drive him into the street. l have
a will and a way to punish upstairs
' who do not know their own places ant
! have no regard for the higher order o
society,"" ~
At late hour that night, or rathe