The weekly Ottumwa courier., 1860-05-10

We over desert aud deep have passed.
SO shall we reach our bright home at last.
Charles D5cEGeaas Ola Gcts5si- 70
IE1sty DiNaer at a EsassroaEE
EAote,.
The following is from the last Of the ''Un-
commercial Traveller" papers Of Charles
Dickens:
You are going OF by railway, from any
terminus. You have twenty minutes for
dinner before yNu go. You present 70 your
mind picture of the refrcahmant table at
that terminus. The conventional, shabby,
evening hearty supper-accepted as the
model for all tcrmini and all refreghncnt
stations, because it is the last rcnast known
to this state OF existence of which anv hu-
man creauture would partalSo but in the d.
rect extremity-sickens your contemplation.
and your words are these: II cannot dine
on stale sponge cakes that turn to sand in
your mouth. cannot dine on shining
brown patties, composed of unknown AMI
mails within, and Offering to my viow the
devise of indigestible star fish in loa,Ien Pie
crust without. cannot dine on sandwich
that has long been pining under an exhaust
ed receiver. cannot dine on barley sugar.
cannot dine on Coffee" You rcpair to the
nearest hotel, and arrive, agitated in the col-
fee-room
1t is most astonishing fact that the wait
er is very cold to you. Account for it how
you may, smooth it over how you will, you
cannot deny that he is cold to you. He is
not glad to see you, he does not want you,
he would much rather you hadn't come He
opposes to your flushed condition an immav-
able composure AS if this were not enough,
another waiter, born, it would seem, cypress
ly to look at you in this passage Of your life,
stands at little distance, with his napkin
under his arm and his hands folded, looking
at you with all bis might. You impress on
your waiter that YOU have ten minutes for
dinner and he proposes that you shall begin
with bit of fish that viii be ready in twen-
ty. That proposal declined, he sucgests-
as a neat originality "a veal OF common
outlet" You close with either outlet, anv
outlet, anything. lie gees, leisurly, behind
door and calls down an unseen
shaft. A ventrloqpal dialogue ensues, tend
ing finally to the effect that veal only is
available on the spur OF the moment. you
anxiously call ont "Veal thenm Your wait
er, having settled that point, returns to array
your table cloth with a hlc-napkin folded
cocked-hat wise, (slOwly, for something out
window engages bis eye, white wine-glass,
blue finger-glass, q tumbler, and power.
fnl battery of fourteen castors with nothing
in them or at al events-wheh is enough
for your purposes-with nothing in them
that win come out. All this time the other
waiter looks at you-with an air of mental
comparison and curl ,sity now, as if it hail
occurred to him that you are like his broth
er. Half your time gone, and nothing come
but the jug of ale and the bread, you irnrlorc
your waiter to "see after that outlet, waiter,
pray do! - He cannot so at once, for he is
carrying seventeen ponds Of American
cheese for you to-finish with, and a small
landed estate ofce!eTy ana water-cress. The
other waiter changes his leg and takes 4 rle,Y
view Of you--donbtfully, now, as If he had
rejected the resemblance to tis brother, and
had begun TO think you more like his aunt
or his grandmother Again you beseech
your waiter with a pathetic indignation, to
''sce after that cutlet!" He steps out to see
after it, and by and by when yon are going
away without it he comes with it. Even
then, he will not take the sham silver cove.'
oil without pause for a flourish, and look
at the musty outlet as if he was surprised
to see it-which cannot possibly be the case.
he must have seen it so often before. A sort
OF fur has been pr, duccd upor its surface by
the cooks art, and, in sham silver vessel,
staggering on two feet instead of three. is a
cutaneous kind Of sauce, Of brown pimples
and picked cucumber You order the bill,
but your waiter cannot bring your bill vet !:
because ne is bringing instead, three hinty,
hearted potatoes and two grim heads of bro,
coli, like the occasinnal ornaments on area
ratings, badly broiled. You know that you
will never come to this pass, any more than
to the cheese and celery, and you imperative
~ demand your bill !: but it takes time to get,
even when gone for, becsuse your waiter has
to communicate with lady who lives behind
sash window in a corner, and who appcrrs
to have to refer to several ledgcrs before she
can make it out-as if you had been there a
year. You become distracted to get away,
and the other waiter, once more changing
his legs, he looks at you--but suspiciously,