The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1859-09-10

a tiutter when the owner of that name,
and the occupant ola leather chair in
the Office aforesaid CALAMITY kissed his
fingers to the bright-eyed girl from the
window.
Next III turn came aunt Hannah Miles,
who, spreading her handkerchief over
her lap, and resting thereon one hand
containing huge piece Of snuff between
its thumb and forcfngor, venturcd her
opinion that, " When she saw Andrew
Jackson standin' up in court and maxim
plea like Squire Briefs, then she
should die conteuted ~
eyes, Dick" whispered Billy, the
rogue and wit Of the flock, to his twin
brother, they two being next in the
Overbury catalogue, " Yes, Dick, I'll
bet Andy'll make "A frst-rate lawyer,
heW lie so! cause | heard Mr.. Clarke
tell father t'other day that lawyers had
their conscenccs made of India-rubber,
so they could stretch 'cm!" and with
this sally, little Billy lodged his head
under the table to escape the clutch of
his mothers hand, who had overheard
this apt remark.
"Well, aunt Hannah, agree with
You there" said Capt. Overbury, who,
until now, had not expressed his own
preference" for myself, I'd rather
prentice my son Andy to learn luz than
anything else though mother, here"
g!ancing at his wife, "she'd like to make
d minister of him, L s'pose-hadn't you,
Nancy ?"
ooh, my golly! amt that rich :"
shouted fat Bill, emerging his head from
under the table like turtles from its
shell-while little Emily, a fair-haired,
dimpled, eight-ycar-old child, lispcd
audibly, " Mother, Andy amt dood
enough for a mnister-he Awcurcd like
ereryfhing the other day when the old
turkey gobbled at him"
"Suc, put those children to bed in.
stantly!" said Capt. Ovcrbury, authori-
tatively and forthwith the command was
obeyed, amid sundry struggling obec-
tions on the part Of the Juvenile offenders
who insisted that "mother said they
might sit up till nlae--so now!'' But
the paternal decree had gone forth, and
order was restored.
i" Yes, indeed, husband--1'vo always
set my heart upon having one of our
sons minister; but then p'raps 'twould
be as well to ask the boy himself what
he'd like to bc-Andy'll certainly have
choice. Stand up here, my son, and
tell Us which you rather be when you
get to be han-a lawyer, a doctor, or
mlnlstcr!' and the fond mother turned
to where the youthful prodigy sat very
busily whiting on the hull Of boat he
had that day been fashioning from little
model on the window sill before him.
"Andrew Jackson, put up your jack
knife, and answer your mother :" COM
manded the captain.
"a lawyer-a DOCTOR minister"
repeated the boz, slowly, {. don't want
to be neither, father I'd good deal
rather be a saiior, and 60 to sea and
help catch whales and porpusscs, and
fetch home sandal wood, and ivory, and
cocoa-nuts, that 1t tells about in the
ography. | wish you'd let he be a
saiior, father" and the bluff, rcd-faced
boy looked, that moment, quite like the
picture of the porpoise he daily scanned
in Peter Parley's geography. 81 want
to be sailor-l hate study, and | mean
to go to sea - he added, stoutly.
"But YOU can't be a sailor and Won
shanr!. that's the end Of it! And if |
ever hear such stuff again. depeud upon
it, sir, you'll feel something on your
jacket that'll take such notions out Of
you.' exclaimed the captain, with more
OF harshncss than he had ever manifested
before toward Andy" so now answer
your mothers questions, quick, young
ster! Who do you suppose is a-goin'
to pay out money for your eddication,
and then have you round Il drunken
eagabond sailor, like that Ben Weston Z?
l II foroid your. spcakin' to HIM aagln, for
ne alters putin such notions IN your
head nand me that BOAT you re making
SIT IL II 90 Tor klndIlnS the hre to-
morrow morhlh. You We Just got to
STUDY, ANA 90 to college, and De someth'n'
ana 1t IL be your own fault II you don't
cut hgur' IN the world when you're a
hlan--hey, Andy
"Come, my son, your father don't
mean to scold you-but it's for your
own good, - nterposed Mrs. Overbury,
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