Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1864-04-20
TIE SUPPER.

absence OF SnpperS. there was, on the
occasion described in my last letter, a
powerfully meaty smell in the refectory,
recalling the odor of an engine factory
next door to a cookshop. but for a long
time nothing else. At last one attendant
Hebe appeared with cheese and crackers
stylish to look at, but mdeniably nub-
bly,. This Hebe was Irish; J: she was a
stout but uncombed young person. Soon
afterwards another waitress entered This
nymph was tall and gaunt, and American.
She bore huge pitcher of iced water
a most wholesome beverage. but somewhat
cold comfort for Christmas. / should
have preferred egg hot. / thought when
| saw the Vermontese nymph's apron and
bib, and her hair screwed off her temples
in butterfly bows with high comb be-
hind, that l beheld the versatile Mrs.
Barney Williams in her admired inper-
sonation of the " Yankee girl" For the
nonce I elected to be Pesky Ike" and *
pected every moment to be addressed as
=" Keemo Kimo," and asked whether
would have "my high, my low" or "my
right fol idle diddle" for supper. The
female Nermonter was phillis, but not
|neat-handed. In a nasal contralto, to
which the grossest caricature of the Amer
lean dialect ever heard on the English
stage was perfectly tame, she asked me if
| would have "steak or tryaipe." A
taste for tripe is among the few human
vices to which I am not addicted; and
my brief experience of American beef
had not led me to look upon steak as a
very dainty Wand. | asking, failing offsl,
if could have anything else. mo-"
CURLY replied Mrs. Barney Williams,
"your kyant aint that enough ?" I bow
ed, and said l would take steak. She
brought me- on a cold plate, curled-up
flap of something hard and greasy and
eartillaginous, which looked unpleasautly
like piece of an Ethiop's ear, fried. |
asked iffI could have anything to drink
with my supper-some beer, some cider,
or some WINE "This is not a bar" said
Mrs. Barney Williams severely guess
there's water and tea. and that's all. :"
Upon which | made some rather uncom-
plimentary allusions to Mr.. Neil Dow
and the Maine Liquor Law. This brougt
in the landlord, who, with scdate affabili-
ty, whispered that he could "get" any,
thing wanted quietly" l declined,
however, to be supplied surreptitiously,
and as favor, with that to which l con-
ceived that. as apeaceable bona 1fds trav-
eller, I had a right; and as | could
not get on with the fried Ethiop's
ear aftes the first mouthful. | retired
from the hall" sulky and supperlcss. /
did not care to handy words with the
Phills who was not neat-handcd. She
did not like me evidently, and / rccipro-
Gated the sentiment. But. for anything
knew to the contrary. she might be the
sheriff's daughter or the mayors sister
Iin-law, and accustomed to SO out on Sun.
days with ''magolious' parasol and a
"span. GLORIOUS" crinoline. An American
'help" is no menial. She is spoken of
not satirically, but in simple good faith,
as the "young lady who "pick up .
the house, and "fixes' the dinner table.
| was too hungry to gosto bed, so
wandered about moodily till one in tho
morning, and from one stove-reekine
apartment to another. Fortunately had
a cigar.case with me- know the Amer
leans to be a nation Of commendable ear
Ilv risers, and | attribute much of theiI
material prosperity to this habit; but
don't know when they. 60 to bed. There
always seems an American house. to b'
somebody up. AT the fremont House
St Albans, the watchers were numerous
Two of my fellow passengers per train
who had baen reading newspapers all day
had settled themselves comfortably dowl
with their feet resting on the ledge Of th'
stove apparently with the purpose 0
reading newspapers all night.
THE BEDcHAMBER---A FEMALE PHYSICIAN.
{ There were no chamber candles at tn
fremont House. There was no gass il