The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1861-05-29

Rasherl Larkias says supper Is ready; 90 an
get Mrs. Moneybag. and I'll take Mr.. LAX
; Browns arm. ''Lal lal lag what are you a
laughing att Mr.. Rasher? he's so funnyl-
2 What has be said now2 "He wants to kno,
why we are all like parcel Of pigs:' "becaus
we all want to be first at the trough9' (Sott
voce) HorTofl shall sink through the foor
: that wretched man Is enough to distract wo
man. It's dreadful! his vulgarity always show
itself az the most conspicuous moment. II
didn't have hold of Mr.. Browns arm, shoul,
sink right through, and as likely as not, .igh
in the bowl of chicken salad.
What did you say. Mr.. Flummery? "Wh,
is Mr.. Rasher like tame bearf' Pm sure
don't know unless It's because he's so rough
Because be has given US q great fatcz pas."--
Hei He! you're so witty, MIR. Flummery, / dom
exactly know what you mean, but Pm sure IL,
funny, il you said II. @ .. saaasss
Allow me to help you to some Of the celery
Mr. Brown; Pm sure you must be fond Of 1t,
saw such beautiful greens in that picture o
yours at Dodworths. Soto 0oce.---There's
Rasher at his puns again. He'll make me mis-.
cradle all through supper. "Don'tbe sherry o
the wine; there's plenty of it") should think
person who could draw cows as natural as
you would always be drawing them ('De-
clarers No. In Pm 50 fond OF cows in land
| scapes! think every landscape ought to. have
cows in it. ("Why ~ this bottle like my ami.
able wiGe2 Give il up2 Because it's my dearyt')
Especially those dresry deserts that Mr.. Gam
boge is so fond OF painting; COW or two would
give life to them ("Why is there no such
thing as headache in the morning af,er taking
a little too much the night before? Give it up?
Because IT'S all sham pain" "But that's as old
as the hills" All the better for being old" ~
I've thought good deal. MIR Brown, of sends
ing my Ceriptha to take lessons Of some artist;
Pm certain she has talent for it; dear girl! she
has talent for most everything. You ought
to see her specimens that she's brought home
from school; and she's embroidered a whole
scene in worsted work Rachel and joseph at
the Well It's sweet especially the well, which
is done to erfecion--the curb, and the bucket
and pole, just as they had them in old times.
("Why are gardeners stingy 10 their helpY-
Because tn y order their salery cut down.
Salary, good g,aciousD Don't you think il
would be advisable to have my daughter take
lessons OF some Of our first artists! should
like to have an artist in lNe family; it wouli be
something to be p,oud--(Good graeions! There
it comes at last! "tWhy am like the base
ment Of my own warehouse? Because we're
both pork-selers." III don't pay Rasher Tor
that after the company'sgone, then don't know
what revenge is-the brute!) 0 yes! The
NJ asquer de Ball was the most delightful part
of the opera Iwent on the stage myself
charming! (Larkins, tell the band to strike up
n per ecl crash Pm bound to choke Rasher of,
il have to drown the whole company in the
noiseI .
o no, Myneer Wonderland, my daughters
wouldn't think Of PLAYING and singing after
you; that would be asking too much OF them.
But dear the. Mr.. Rhy,ner, I've got a secret 20
tell geu. 3 Ceriniha- admires YOU immensely
since she's found out you're the author OF
Poems OF the Century" But that isn't the
secret, which is, that Cerntha is something OF
poet, too-that IS, | hope she is, Though Pm
not competent judge of verses. found some
lines lying in a copy of your peers this morn
ing. / knew her handwriting, and | secured
them without her knowledge. Would you like
to look at them? She's in the conservatory
now, aud won't shrek out and snatch 'em away
as she'd be sure to do il she were here. They
seem to me to be very nice. Here, Mr.. Flum
merry, you read 'em low, so she won't fad out
what's going on. You and Mr.. Rhymer are
judges. Flommery reads and con,neents:-
al would that were dead!
'Tis bard to bear with life when hope is DER,
And can know it's yerral bloofh no more!
Within my tr as 1t hevermore shall spring,
Nor DER my soul it's golden radiance fling!
/ would that were dead!
youth beauty, fortune, new dresses, h rita
tons, plenty to eat and drink-how's this,
Rasher? Been treating Miss Cerintha with
any superhuman cruelty? just hear how she
runs on
NY sorrow has no name and If it had,
Iwould not speak it tgood) It's too wildly sad
For human uterance Icy griefs are lett
Which never into softer words can melt
("Excelent for purposes Office cream in warm
wealher.)
l would that were dead!
life has no plea sure for my lonely heart!
Within my eyes the lonely tear'drops start!
My soul is dark (borrowedl nor music, flowers
nor R.irth
Can ever light ngain this midnight earth!
Iwould that were-wed!
'Thats it exactly. would that were wed.
That sounds more reasonable in good looking
Young lady. But as 10 the midnight earthn
lust look at Miss Cerintha now Looks like
hopeless case, doesn't she, laughing with Mr..
Dorsay and brilliant with Irritation, fairly beam
Ing with it? Didn't read it right, Mrs. Rash
er? 'Tsn't i would that were wed?' Well,
IeL D tcdu buC tdob FSino--
.Tis sad In youth to feel TUE HEART grow old
In summers heat to feel the winters cold!
This is my fate! SO be il! | will bear
With my wild sorrow! will wed Despair
ooh, don't. She meant Dorsay. A slight
mistake, but all right now.)
would thai were wed!'
"It's my solemn conviction, Mrs Rasher,
that this poetry was indited after Miss Germ.
Iul l;upar xyha., ha
hadn't care, or o trouble, or a want in the
world and was as happy as young lady can be
with slightly overloaded stomach. People who
are miserable never express themselves so sub.
lmely; then, again, miserable people are often
very funny. suppose it | should read on one
Of your corns, Rasher, you'd say something very
amusing about it, wouldn't you? You warn me
not to try it? Well, Mrs. Rasher. this is very
good poetry, very good, indeed used to write
in he same line when was about her age; but
il should serve up your soree now ON gol
den salver of rhyme, Id do it in lighter style"
Come here, my darling. Mr.. Fummery has
been reading your verses TO the company -
There, knew you'd shrek! Be calm. my
loye it was | who gave them to him. He
thinks them sweet, but a little too penslve. 49,
Yes, know, sw etest. you're naturally melah
choly, while Felca's just like her pa iat and
merry. What's that, husband2 She eats full
as much pudding aud pie as Felicia? Pshaw!
she had always delicate appetite. When she
was child only--my goodness! if Rasher him.
self amt making poetry! ..,. ..s....
tMy wife has lntsly grown ambitious.
/ tell yot she's asher, -,.. .. 81.
She resolved TO give a learned soiree.
Than which nothing could bo Rasher,l
Making fool Of himself as usual. wish ]
could get near him. q
tShe went and bought bran.new .hUuse, q.
| And furnished il go quaint, sirst
| She got the curtains and cakpets, first, ~