The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-10-24
From London Soctetyl,i 81 ( III
~SPINSTERlS SW FEEP STAKES,
! AND WHAT CANE OF IT.
AN INDIA sKE.rrca.


I conversation about tbs lottery and
the subject, so far as | was concerned,
was well nigh forgotten. = :, was busy
with my Moonshee atahe midday les.
son 10 Persian, traislating one of the
many extravagant stories so well
known to all students Of that language,
/ when Buckley, with a young officer of
artillery, named Watson, dismounted
! at the door and came in.,s, s5.r -.
i ~" Well, Cox" as he threw his whip
into one chair and his. hat into am
other, " deep in the mysteries Of those
very=improper Persians tales2@ Thank
God, my education in that line was
neglected, and [ don't understand
them; but send away Harshang Oass,
put aside your books, and let's have
some tiffin, and, above all. some beer,
we are both dead beat after our ride
in the sun and the mental exertion of
inventing little bits Of scandal and
small talk for the entertainment of
the women folk on whom we have
been cailipg.srs - ~ IS III
Give me five minutes, and l will
be at your service" Unanswered, after
a nod and word or two Of greeting
to Watson; meanwhile make yourself
useful by shouting until you wake up
the Khitmulgars in the kitchen, if
they should fortunately be there, and
not off at the Bazaar"
Lain the course of ten minutes7the
teacher had been dismissed, books
put aside, and the table arranged for
lunch. fn s-<
I'm what a conventional age we
| live. Buckley began, as soon as be
could recover his breath after empty
ing at one pull pewter of bitter beer,
and inverting the mug upon the table,
in incontestable proof of his having
really emptied it, in what conven-
tional age we live. What an ex-
cellent custom it would be if
the married people here were to
keep d tap of cool beer on their We
i randahs, specially for the refreshment
! and support of all morning. callers. 1t
4 would be an immense charity to the
poor thirsty peacocks of society, like
Watson and myself, and besides be
4 an advantage to themselves, too, for
there's ne denying we should be much
4 more amusing and fluent when In the
il drawing room than we can, be dnow,
Il under the present rigorous system,
| with Threats full Of dust and energies
exhausted, 11fragsG sualioY
Scarcely q profitable investment
i ] said, g for the benediets; itisdoubt-
| full whether they, and their wives,
i too, would not think that morning
callers could be got at too dear .
price. 100 +. = n. s. -i h Ga, i 1,,i
70" You look at things in too com
mercial O. spirit youg reduce every
thing to kind, of barter and ex-
4 change bslfo-<e i.s3 + .Hts-i1iI
e Nevertheless Buckley, it Z is a
spirit which is the basis of every act,
j motive, impulse, and. feeling of Life,
from the affection of aometherifor her
child, downlto the3pnHchase Of PEN
ny box of cigar lights in the street,
however, we won tldisauss metNphysr
les now" -,alf.f ott aoilogbsr laa4s RI ~
But, putin Watson, 4 there's no
\ doubt a couple Of glasses. of cool
; sherry, administered by the servant
before one went in, would be both
sensible and pleasant, without being
open to the charge, as Buckley 5 sug-
4 gestion is, of coarseness. .. 4.il.f sls .a +
4 1t reminds me of old Mrs, Briggs,
the wife Of Briggs, of the Commissa-
riat, who gives milk puneh-made of
l Commissariat rum, Of course-to her
tYisitors. Did you ever call there?"
4 Buckley asked US. Ho s.i ta ~
4 We both confessed we hal not,
though we knew of her by hearsay.a (
J, b II did once he went on, p" and
great fun 1T was. The punch was
brought in, and "a small glass forced
1 down my throat-a case Of no com
puhieH, only you music The size of
the dose is regulated by the rank of
the visitor; subs and Captains get a
small glass, field officers a larger one.
and so on. One day the General
called, and he was made to take some
: c : { IS IS pity that she stands too
near the, bottom, of the metaphorical
ladderafor lneEl good example to be-
come fashionable" l said; but it is
clear, from the graduated scale by
which she measures out her punch
that she has learnt something from
the manners of tho upper ten.g
There was a good story told of
her the other day az Watson said.
,"aShe was saying. to Mrs. Robinson
1 that she always got her boots from
Paris7-it was the only, way to be well
/ fitted Mrs Robinson asked !. BE
name of her aker. iDroit & Gauohe, !
iransWeredy old Mrs. Briggs, with the
most delightfulsuRc Consciousness i'm
the world. She had seen the words.
one inside each boet, and had jumped
at the conclusion that they were the
4flahfes Of the makers. 4" 1Do s.l''i" ~ r
.o~ BY the way, Cox" said Buckley,
after our laughter had ceased, draw