The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1865-01-20
Mr.. /. oyerllowed with thanks.

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makes the poor people mendicants.
Who'll work, when he can get more,
beggingp Got q good night school
in your parishp'
we have--a flourishing one
There again--pulling up the poor.
Teaching servants to read ones let
ters, and forge and swindle. STUFF !
When do you dine! I'm hungry
Shouldn't object to glass of winc---
my own, though. The porter's bro't
it up from the station by this TO me.
Where's by bedroom? like fire ut
night. I'll just go and wash my
hands, and take my spencer of,
while you get me u crust, and n glass
of my own port wine. Ugh! how cold
this place is. Get out of the way,
you children!'
What u horrid old crcaturer tho I
Dora. George was secretly exam
ming his wooden leg, and wondering
whether it moved by clock work.
Uncle Godfrey was not softened
even by dinner.
Jane said he never have soup
till YOU have cook that understands
it. This is paste, not soup. You
girl, keep the door shut---the draught
comes TO my back; and keep the fire
up; it is all in one corner. don't
like stale bread. Haven't you got
some new, and no .crustf Can't you
see I've got false teeth?
Jane said he, a little later, the
mutton hasn't hung long enough. l
suppose yCu play on the piano, and
let the cook do rs she likes. Take
my advice--discharge that woman;
the potatoes are us hard as bullets
Over his wine, Mr.. Latimcr--his
wife being gone with the children
ventured TO lament the ascctic lone
illness of Uncle Godirey's life, and to
wish he lived nearer to them.
Il like it said the amiablc anchoritC
of the Adelphi. "Every one to his
taste. Some people like fdgety chill
dren, that break and spoil everything,
and some don't. Ugh! Latimcr
when | was young, / had disap
pointment that in one day turned my
heart into n jar of vinegar; my blood
since that is cold and sour | have
my own lanccs, and | follow them
I'd rather die in ditch, than sur
rounded by legacy understanding
the sand in my hour glass rs il raI
out, panIpering me, encouraging my
follies, agreeing with me, and all the
tine longing TO 900 the hooroe .oni'
and fctoh mo to the neatly damn
corHer Of some respectable cemetery
Ugh! / know them, | know them; bu
they shall wait bit--tliey shall wal
n bit. Pass the bottle. Why doesn'
that slut bring the coheeY
That right Mr., and Mrs. Latimer
when their pleasant guest had gon'
to bed, and all the house was quiet
they discussed Uncle Godfrey.
Mr. LatimeI, with all his amiability
was much irritatcd at the brutality
and rudcncss of the rich, suspiciou
old hoarder.
But, my dear FIed,' said Mrs. Lat
inner, remember the children, ant
bear with Uncle. Remember we hay
expectations; and do think Of thos
dreadful bills, and how little we hay
TO meet them
My dear Jane said her husband
Il could do anything for your SAX
and for the children $; but | rcall
cannot bear this mans insolence.-
Every kind word he attributes to on
! hopes Of his money--bother his mon
cyP
Fred y
Il tell you, Jane, l cannot and wi
not bear this mean suspicion. Nj
ideal may be somewhat blnnted b.
poverty, but still am not all cart
yet, and bear it | will not. If | an
civil to him, remember, Jane, it is be
cause he is your relation
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