The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1864-11-29

h. lie Is especlslly open 20 this con
viefi0n 10 winter. when be i shor Of
time. sleepy q head and cold Of hand.
1hus II happened that one ~inteE's
morning, DAY convinced himself, with
oat any difficulty, that be didn't want
shaving that morning. Ihe position
Of his Windows favored the delasion !:
Tor they were 50 constructed and 50
D acri as TO admii The smallest amount
OF light possible I; glance, therefore,
into his looking glass Was sufiicien, to
assure him, being anxious 10 believe
IL, that be didn'. want 10 shave tha,
morning. There was no particular
difference between that morning an
other, which should make shaving less
necessary than at any other lime, but
men are blinded by their own conceit.
Day, then. Tor the first time almost
since the young carrots bad pushed
their beads out llsroogh bis skin. went
out clean .collared, clean booted, but
unshaven. His step was unsteady,
his mind uneasy. and his look uncol-
lected. for his conscience smote him !;
be felt he had deceived himself into
neglecting duty; be was haunted by
a consciousness that he looked a guy.
lie took one hasiy glance into sheet
Of plate glass, rs he turned TO the
right down Fleet street, and every
thing was plain TO him at once the
looking-glass in his dim chambers had
beguiied him his hand had been the
lruer witness his chin icdS stubbly !;
il did resemble unwholesome, improp-
erly-lrimmed pork he did look guy.
Now, Day had friends Of an indolen,
sort-men who, though always well
shayen. never shaved themselves
He had heard them talk in terms Of
high approval Of the barber they en-
ployed he would have shaved you,
they said, as the native BARRIERS in BEN
gal or Bombay, or any other parts of
Her Majesly's Indian empire, shave
you in any attitude you pie eased to as
sumo, he would even have shaved
you, as those Indian experts are said
TO shave one, in your sleep. He did
MT wiring your nose; he didn't place
a great greasy palm across your mouth
be dldn't push your head back, while
he removed the hair on your throat,
ill you gasped and gurgcd for breath.
His hand was as light as a wonan's /;
aud what is more he never cut any
body. The only objeclion--if it were
an objeciion--was, that he was very
eccentric, He liked 10 talk, whistle,
or sing oGer his employment and his
employers encouraged him. lie used
to wait on his parons at their own
rooms ; but his place Of business was
in ohackle Lane. The red and white
ensign jutted from his door 10 attract
public attention, and large plaeard,
leaning against the door, post, inform
ed passers-by, in white letefs upon a
black ground, that there was such
thing 10 be had inside as clean aud
EASY shaving for ID Whether any
reduction would be made TO any gen
llcmen who would be coutenled with
'uncean and uneasy shaving did moi
appear. nor was Day man to bargain
upon the subjcct SO he turaed down
Snackle Lane, entered Dobb's shop,
and semarked brieA, ~ want jnt
my chin shaved if you please
A litlle man, with pasly face, and
two eyes like couple Of carbuncles,
who was engaged in razors and sing
ing popular songs in slentorian
voice, at once TUNED towards him,
bowed profoundly, and sail: If yon
will allow me 10 finish Tie Captain
iCieh his WhskerS, sir, I'll attend to
you Immediately; there's only one
verse left
'Uh certainty, replied Day. i sup
pose you're Mr.. Dobbs.'
YES, sir, ! am sir rejoined the 9TH
er your very obedient, sir
Whereupon Dobbs cleared his
throat, finished his song, arranged the
shaving cloth upon Days right snoul-
der, and as he was preparing the la'h-
er, commenced conversation with
Day after this fashion:
Shaved fourteen gentlemen this
morning already, sir, and they all
vent out salisfedi didn't cut one on
'em--not single scratch
Mr.. Mason tells me, said Day,
you never cut anybody,
What! Mr. Mason Of Spring
Court, Temple siri'
Yes sir, he's friend Of mine
'Ah, Mr.. Mason's a gentleman, sir,
a perfect gentleman--compared TO
some you know, compared TO some
lie added, for fear, apparently, Of com
miuing himself 100 far. i wouldn't
cut his throat. sir, the least bit-not'
for a gross 0 the best razors goin. =
lie has been very kind 10 me.
4 should hope, said Day, who be-
gan TO feel slightly uncomfortable, YOU
wouldn't cut anybody's.'
We'll, | don't know, sir rejoined
the liItle barber, as he lerociously stir
red up he latbrr TO the aceompani-
menl Of roaring sea-soug some
ihrca's look very trmpiin'. You see
| set my razors 10 THAT elge they'd
ran along from ear 10 ear without a
gentkms,'s known ! wasn't doing
more than tskiu' a pImnle oH. Then