The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-08-16

very aggrawatin', and parties KEEP staI,u IN
| at me, and some on 'em called me tnS
belly Hanglaise, and some ON 'em snoYe9
uncommon rude when the doors was OPeueu
for to let us on TO the platform and when
we'd got into the carriage Miss TredWeil says
to me, 81 wonder, Mrs Brown, as you crosses
that conspicuous, for every one was s-starlh
at you" >, ,,.,
that. partikler from you, for she was reg
lar guy, with one of them red Grabidaldi
Jackets on, and yaller musling skirt, and q
thing like cheese plate on the top of Ter 'ead,
trimmed round with beads, for 'at and a
lump of air stuck on the back of 'er 'ead for a
chignon, as she wanted to make believe was
Ter own 'air, when, bless you, she 'aint got six
airs of side CROWN natral, and Pm sure that
thing looked like hairy deformity a-growin'
out the back of Ter cad, with face as is ugly
as sin, in pair of spectacles into the bargain,
as of course she can't 'elp thro' not avin made
'erself, as the sayin is.
We was very pleasant in the train all but
for Miss Tredwell, as got a-tallln' to a minis
ter as were Henglish, with a lot of boys with
i'm, as was dressed up like a Catholic priest,
leastways somethink like, as said he we're
Catholic, as made a Irish party pitch into i'm,
along with Miss Tredwell, one one side and
the other till Brown says, 'I'd advise you all
to drop 1t and let the gentleman alone, and let
i'm be what he likes"
"Yes,'' says the Irish party, ''but he says
he's priest and he amt"
Miss Tredwell, she says, eff he's minister
let i'm talk like one. :"
So l says to the Irish party, says, 'You
didn't believe he was priest, now did you ?''
She says, "Not bit on it,
"Well, then" / says, "You amt 'urt;"
and as to Miss Tredwell, she believes jest what
she likes, whatever any minister may tell 'er
so it don't much signify what he talks about,
for If she don't like it she can lump it, as the
sayin' is.
So says, "Were out for to spend a plea
SAINT day, and not to interfere with one an
others religions, as ant nobody's affairs but
our own."
So Miss Tredwell says, 'He's alvin in the
same 'ouse along with me, and a-goin' on with
them boys jest like papist, as quite puts me
out"
says, "You must be touchy for that to put
you OUT" but l think as she was put out
really, with Ter faceache as were that bad as
she said as the train 'ad give 'er cold.
l says to 'er, you'll escuse me, but. A." l
says, 'it's your teeth as wants a-lookin'."'
''NO," she says, ''they DON'T" quite short;
'my teeth's fust-rate,"
l says, "Then they may be useful, but is not
hornamental," thro' bein' reg'lar set of
cloves in 'er mouth.
wen, Sl6 says, you can't Calk ABOUT
teeth, as has only got one."
| says, "You'l escuse me, my back ones is
sound, tho only one left in front, thro'
clothes prop a-fallin' on 'em.'
She only give sneerin' smile like, and turns
away FER 'ead; but she got up the next mornin'
with er face swelled up like lump of dough.
There was a VERY nice old French gentle
man as spoke English in the carriage with us,
thro' 'avin' of a English wife, as l couldn't
An.,4 - - Ill e i
keep a-runnin' down England and the English,
as put me out.
Certainly, Wersales is a very fine place,
tho dismal for to look at, and decided over
growed. They may well call it Wersales, for
| never did taste such a disgustin' glass of
beer, as served me right for 'avin of it, for I'd
been caught with their beer afore, as filth is
the word.
never did see sich miles of picters as there
is at Wersales, and says to Mrs. Archbutt,
"It's all very fine to paint them battles, but,
in course, they wasn't never fought in this
World.n
So the old Frenchman as spoke English, he
says, ooh, yes, they are victories of France
all over the world"
eyes," says lis wife, achimin' in, ''they've
conquered every nation"
says, you'll eseuse me, mum, but they've
never conquered one."
says, "Rubbish ~ and walks on a-talkin'
to Mrs. Archbutt thro' not a-wantin' to 'ear
'er; but she would keep on at it, sayin',
s'France for ever 20 till at last l says, ooh -
l says, "Waterloo ~ for l was savage, not
a-thinkin' as her French husband would ave
'eard me, thro', in course, not wishin' to 'urt
their feelin's.
He flew at me like ravin' tigers, a-sayin as
the English never did conquer at Waterloo.
"No, no, ;" he says, emo, it was grand retreat;
but the French was never beat"
"Oh, says, 'indeed; then 'ow about Sent
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The temper as that man showed, and lis wife,
too, as l couldn't stand it from 'er | says,
"Your husband may go on, thro' being be-
nighted foreigner; but as to you, l amt nc
patience with you as did ought to be ashamed
on yourself, for if you like to marry a for
eigner, do it in welcome, 'owever old, as
wishes i'm Joy on you;" and / says, 81 don't
care for none of you, as is a an-sperrited
lotl'' for all the English turned agin me. But
says, "Whatever you may say, Waterloo is
Waterloo; and all as I've got to say is as we
did beat 'em, and we'lldo it agin if there's any
occasions;" and off Twas a-walkin' all of Jury
a-quite forgettin' about them boards bein' that
| slippy, and away goes my 'eels, and l felt
was a-fallin'; so | ketches old on the fust
| thing for to save myself by, as proved to bt
| that old Frenchman's coat-tail, as gave way
| with rip up the back and down we goes
together.
His wife, she says, "Let i'm go, you ole
vixen |" and in tryin to lift i'm up, down she
goes too, and there we was all three a-sprawlin'
and the others a-larfn' that violent as they
! couldn't 'elp us up.