Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1864-06-22

their nerves were to be subjected? They
were but human, and breeze Of sense
might blow them away. My first battle
was with my parents the next morning.
ave request to make, father and moth
er, and very much desire that you
grant it." My face flushed all over at
this. could feel the blood tingling at
my very finger ends.
What is it, Betsy Jane?" says faith
er. HAS viii Hastings been max
ing
No-Will Hastings has nothing to do
with it, nor anybody's a0iU but my own.
'Tis just this; want you to dismiss our
help girl; there are only three of us in
the family, and l really think we need no
girl"
But" interrupted mother, "do you
think your poor old mother wants to kill
herself?'
Mo- mean that don't want to kill
myself doug nothing. I've lived uselessly
long enough"
There were numberless objections to
this, but by diligeut entreaty and argu.
ment, carried the day, Three days la
ter assumed the position of Bridget.
But before half the morning had elapsed
l aoas tired to death yes, my lady
was tired to death" If l went up stairs,
one hand must hold up quantity of
srinoliue and skirts. If l came down
stairs, there was the rat, tat, tat of steel
upon the stairs. If passed into mar
row place, both hands must be enlisted
in squeezing the balloon in collapsed
state. was in constant fear of tipping
over boxes. jugs, catching my dress on
nails or wiping off some Convenient black
kettle. My dress must be pinned up, or
be beautifully drahbed around the bot
TOM My shoes were too thin for out
door wear. a. ...
l had another battle to fight. There
we're no lives sacri6ced-only few false
notions of gracefulness, dignity &C., qui-
etly beheaded and buried. My first at
tack was at the shoe store, and resulted
in the capture of pair of balmoral calf
skins-No illegally captured of course.
The dress question occupied my attention
next. | had heard of Bloomers, but
most ungraciously stuck up my elegant
probecis at them. like hundreds of other
foolish women who k'aOw nothing of their
excellencies. l did not have any of DR..
Harriet Austin's patterns or guides-nei-
ther wanted any. took from my ward
robes castoff dress, very good, except it
was most shamefully switched out around
the bottom. Cutting off the rags and
hemming it up. l had dress two or
three inches above the tops of my shoes.
Next morning appeared in the kitchen
sams crinoline, sans trail, sans funny
diddles. Cousin John, who happened in
to see father, cries out, "Och! and Bridget,
how long since ye came over from ould
Ireland ?"
This put us all in roar Of laughter,
which Of itself was enough to pay for one
Bloomer scene. Father, who, like sensi-
BILE men, never admired the "institution.'
(as he calls crinoline,) said Betsy Jane
never looked better" He always calls me
Betsey Jane. and thinks it is very sub
stantial name. lie says these Jennies,
Carries and Lotties do very well for high
flown folks who are always running after
some new.fangled notions"
l My new. harness fitted me so we'll that
found my work completed in half the
time and with more than twice the ease.
could now hunt for hens nests without
frightening the hens with transient
ghost Of haystack. So | started for
the barn. On my way, my uncle passed
with /" well, there, you look like the last
run of shad. My Katie had on something
like that the other day, and | threatened
TO turn her away"
. Whenever you tire Of her. replied.
''send her here--this shall. be an asylum
for the oppressed hereafter" =,
l had fine time hunting. for eggs.