The national Republican., 1866-08-11
visitors in a Printing once.

During the absence of the Boss, yesterday,
we had visitors. A blooming lass, her home
spun, practical mother, and that inevitable
nuisance, the "big boy" (big boys are hum
bugs, the world over,) a brother Of the blue
eyed lass. The good lady informed us that
they were on tour OF inspection, and
wished-"Mam, mam-O, Man," inter
rupted that in--boy, plucking at the plaits
of her dress, behind. whats this yeres-I
gosh," pointing at job press, opening and
closing its vertical inky jaws with automatic
regularity. The matronly spectacles beamed
on the machinery for moment 81 do not
know, my son-it seems like something that
don't know what it's doin'; Keeps comm,
but backs agin as much as it comes. won
der in my heart if it amt the Tennessee
Legislator 7" The blue eyes looked brightly
at the mother and then, on tiptoe, whispered
in her ear. Fly trap" "Mam, gosh l tell
you what, hit minds me owe yoke of niggers
bussn'-watch 'em come together--thar,
dye see that suckin' squeezeP now watch
em come apart-do yoa hear that? Igosh
he! he ~
my SON." and the brute was fairly looked
into silence in an instant-those spectacles
have wonderful focal power, to be sure.
The blue eyes were beaming on US, we knew
they were, for we felt as though our cheek
was being penciled with butterhy's wing,
dipped in otto Of roses, while the dim echo
Of long lost music whispered in our ear. We
felt very good, indeed. We were aroused by
the good lady. "Well well law me chill
dren, look back yonder If thar amt wool
cardin mershean, with fly brush to keep the
specks off the rolls; how nice| We ex-
planned to her that it was power press, on
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soul, me! is it? Now, mister, do show me
made, mean to say" and she placed the
do no better than point to the mixing appa-
ratus. "Well, well what is the world
comm to next but, mister, don't they look
sorter muckey, tho, jist in their material
state p
We admitted they did, and thought the
term muckey might be applied to many
ideas in their finished state, but we did not
say SO. MAN, say nam, Ak him what them
fellers ar q motionin at, over them slopin
tables?' We answered, distributing tpye,
sir, and we pronounced sir, sharp enough to
cut the whelp's throat. "Oh, dod rot EN-, /
thought they wer a skeerin flies outen them
littil boxes. The blue eyes fell from ours
to the floor like pair Of stricken humming
birds. We fear that we had been, perhaps
well, staring. The old lady now bethought
herself that it was time to 60, SO she led the
way. As the big boy brought up the rear,
we discovered that he had been seated on
the form Of q horse bill, for across his rear,
on his white cotton pants; we read in large
letters "Young Bulldocus-this fine ami"
&C., &c. We never said word, and felt in
our heart that he was most welcome to the
ink. As the good lady bowed herself out,
she asked us chow Mr.. WINS likes his honey?"
Heavens! now, when too late, we have learned
that she is Mrs. Jarrold, that the blue eyes
belong to the "bud Of PROMISE" and that
walking proof sheet Of horse bill is Jonas,
"the boy Of genus" Now look out for
storm. When Mrs. J. sees that proof the
weather will change.-Chattanooga Ga