The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1862-03-07
JOE MAYWEED'S COURTSHIP.

The funny columns Of the English papers
derive more Of their "s,un for smiles" from
Journals in this country, than from any other
source. We find IN enc Of them this ludi-
crous anecdn,e of the "hewiiched clock"
About half past eleven o'clock on Sunday
nigh, human leg, enveloped IN blue bread
cloth, might have bsen seen entering deacon
Cephas Barberry's kitchen window. The leg
was followed, finally, by the entire person Of
a live yankee, attired in his Sunday -so-to-
meetin' clothes 1t was, in short, Joe May
weed who thus burglariousiy won his way in
TO the deacon's kitchen.
Wonder how much the old deacon matr
BIZ oyderin ne not 10 darhin his door agln-
soliloquized the Young gentleman. Prom
ised him | wouldn't, but didn't say nothing
about winders. Winders is as good as doors
if there amt 10 nails TO tear Your trowsers
onto. Wonder ii Sailyli come down. The
crit,er promised Me. I'm Altered TO move
about here. cause Nigh; break my shin.
over somcihin' or another and wake the old
iolks. Cold enough 10 freeze a Polish bear
here. O. here GENES Sally"
Tie beauieous maid descended with
pleasant smile, iallow candle. and box @.
luciter matches. After receiving q raptur-
Gus greeting she made 4 ronsing tirs n the
cooking stove. and the happy couple sal
down 10 enjoy the sweet interchange of vow.
and hopes. Bat the course Of true love ral
not viii, smoother in Oil Rarherry's kitcL-
en- than il does elsewhere, and Joe, who w2s
just making up his mind 10 treat himself TO
kiss. was startled by the voice of the dea-
con, her father, shouting from MS chamber
door
"Sally, uha, are you getting up in tie
middle of the night for ,"
Tel him its most morning" Whispered
Joe.
Il can't tell tib" .aii sally.
IL MAKE !; truth, then" said zoe; Qni
Running 10 the huge old fashioned c.oc>
that stood in the corner tie put the hand. =.
iiye.
Look at the c.ock and tel NE what ii=.e
il is. cried the old gentleman.
Its five by TIE clock" aid Sal Ana
corroborating he- words The clock struck
.iye.
The lovers sat down again and resumed
their conversation. Suddenly The staircase
began TO creak. Good gracious, lis father"
exclaimed Sally
The deacon, By thunder exclaimed Joe
: Hide ms, Sally"
Where can l hide you:" cried the dis
trac;ed girl.
!, ID. know" said he, Iii squeeze into the
clock case" And without another word be
concealed himself in the case and closed The
! door.
: The deacon was dressed, and seating HIM
: sell down by the cooking stove, pulled hi.
I pipe out, lighted If, and began deliberately TO
I smoke.
Y "Fiye o'clock, eh - sad le- We'll. |
I shall have time to smoke three or four pipes,
0 and then III 60 and feed the critters"
Hadn't you better feed the critters first,
s suggested Sally
No. smokir' clears N: head, and wake.
: me up replied the deacon, who seemed 10:
whit disposed to hurry up his enjoy
E meni.
. But r-rs-r-Hhiz ding: diag, ding, We:
: the clock.
E "Tormented lightning" cried the deacon,
t starting up and dropping his pipe OF Il.
E stove; "whai'n airth IS that
5 Its only the clock striking i've" replied
Sally TREMENDOUSLY.
5 Winding, ding, ding, went the I'D
n clock furiously.
t. "Power of creation r' cried the deacon
: "Strikin' five. its struck more than a hun
= dred already"
y "Deaeoh Bsrberry," cried the deacon. be:
y ter half. who had hastily robed herself, and
f now came plunging down the staircase in IN,
d wildes, state Of alarm, .what IN The unirers.
e is the matter with the clock"
=. Goodness only knows" replied the old