Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1863-12-09


catechism, don't you p Your little,
quaint, pictured N E. Primmer? Then,
of course you have had it profoundly i'm
pressed upon you that "Satan finds some
mischief still, for idle hands to do" i
rather want to talk with you bit this
morning, Newsletter and yet hardly
know how, or what. l would could
Aatter myself you don't know me, but of
course my ears will stick out, so what is
the use? | believe | like you. You are
as good as Ladies Sewing Society. any
day, and always pronounced them a
Gospel institution. | am curious about
a good many things this morning Iwant
to know who raised the biggest squash ID
Eden; whose hen in Stowe laid the most
eggs last Summer who in Morristown had
the greatest yield of hops and who is GO
ing to kill the latest hog in all Lamoille
County this Fall. And. wonder too, if
anybody has sent you turkey for Thanks
giving. q am glad you have a wife,
Newsdealer) Yes, I'm quite certain |
like you. What N. Y. Tribune could tell
me about all these things?, would give
more for you, in Turkey, than ten Trib-
unes And besides, how many eyes you
will meet of those dear to me. all over
Lamoille County! Soldier boys, too,
with their hearts sturdy and true. God
bless them all ! would grasp their hon.
est hands with grateful pride
Newsdealer. I've been Sea-sich. Were
you ever there? If not, you can't APP
preciate at all. Oh, it's woeful! You
lie there in your little cofined berth, and
wish you could tear your liver out of your
body and cast it to the dogs You try
little beef broth at which your indignant
stomach recoils in disgust, and even be-
fore it is down, sends it boiling back
through your mouth and uostrils. Then
you look at your portfolio window which
the green water is washing and wish some
one would tie rope round your waist.
and drag you along after the boat. You
think of negroes brought from Africa in
the holds of ships, and shudder at any
thing so fcndish. You dream horrd
dreams of getting smashed up on the cars.
and Of tumbllng out of the Great Dipper.
Finally your gall bladder begins to "dry
up" and you crawl upon deck, looking
like -- | refer you to your Primmer
again; you know the picture where it
says Youth forward slips, Death soonest
nips." The fresh air invigorates you
you begin to look at the ocean. Rather
a fiat concern after all, you think-no
Cancels Hump, no Mansfield mountain.
You wish you might get up a bit of SEN
timent for the occasion. O! my dear
Newsdealer, brilliant poet was spoiled
for the world, when was squared down
into an angular, practical Yankee! Well,
you stay on deck as long as you can-you
look at the greasy sailors--at the fat, red.
faced captain. who was the one that took
the Great Eastern over-you find out that
Englishmen wear round-toed boots and
stingy pantaloons-you pronounce the
sea gulls that follow your boat disgust
ingly vulgar-you see our American Min
lister to Rome, who is passenger, lido you
know his name? / don't) and think
how the Romans will stare when they set
eyes on such seven-footcd specimen of
humanity. 1t grows dark, and you totter
down toward your den, preparatory to
turning in" you smell the sickening
soups and roasted meats, and wonder folks
will be such fools as to eat. You don't
turn out" for two days, because of wind
and rain, which keeps you fatter than
ever. ..l..
But you get over all this--you are able to
appear at the breakfast table, and begin
to feel poverty stricken over the dismal
thought that you have lost eighteen meals
out Of the twenty-three you were to have
had. ...... .... ... ,... .........
You go up on deck, and your soul is
filed with wonder and delight at the ex-
quisite beauty Of the blue waves, with
their white, feathery caps you never tire
of watching the graceful spray as it falls
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