The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-03-09
THE FIFTH LECTURE.
MR.. CAUDLE HAS REMAINED DOWNSTAIRS II
PAST ONE, WITH A FRIEND.

Mn CAJDLE HAS REMAINED DOWNSTAIRS TILL
PAST ONE, WITH FRIEND.
"Pretty time of night to come to bed, Mr..
Caudle. Ugh AS cold, too, as any ice
Enough to give any woman her death, I'm
sure. What shouldn't hare locked up the
Goals If hadn't, Pve no doubt the fellow
would have stayed all night. It's all very
well for you, Mr.. Caudle, to bring people home
but wish you'd think first what's for sup
per. That beautiful leg of pork would have
served for our dinner to-morrow-and now it's
gone. / can't keep the house upon the
money, and l won't pretend to do it, if you
bring mob of people every night to clear out
the cupboard.
81 wonder who'll be so ready to give you
supper when you want one; for want one you
will, unless you change your plans. Don't
tell me 1 know Pm right. You'll first be
eaen up, and then you'll be laughed at. |
know the world. No, indeed, Mr.. Caudle, |
don't think ill OF everybody; don't say that.
But can't see leg of pork eaten up in that
way, without asking myself what it's all to
ond i'll if such things go on? And then he
IN st have pickles, too Couldn't be content
with my cabbage-nO, Mr.. Caudle, won't let
you 20 to sleep. It's very well foryOu to say let
you go to sleep, after you've kept me awake
TIL this time. Why did / keep dICake How
do you suppose l could so to sleep, when
knew that man was below drinking up your
substance in brandy-and-water for he couldn't
be content upon decent wholesome gin. Upon
my word, you ought to be . rich man, Mr..
Caudle. You have such very fine friends. |
wonder who gives you brandy when you g
out
! 'No, indeed, he couldn't be content with
my picked cabbage-and l should like to
| know who makes better-but he must have
wanuts. And you, too, like fool-now,
| don't you think to stop me, Mr.. Caudle u
poor woman may be trampled to death, and
never say wOrd-you, too, like a fOol-I
wonder who'd do it for you-to insist upon the
girl going out for picked waImts. And i'll
such n night, tool With snow upon the
ground. Yes; you're man OF fine feelings,
you are, Mr. Caudle; hut the world doesn't
know you as ] know you-lne feelings, in.
deed to send the poor girl out, when | told
you, and told your friend, too-a pretty brute
he is, Pm sure-that the poor girl had got a
cold, and dare say chilblains on her toes,
But know what will be the end of that; she'll
be laid up, and we shall have a nice doctors
bill. And you'n pay it., can tell you-tor l
won't.
''You ,cish you acre out of the coorla? ? Oh !
yes, that's all very easy. Pm sure
might wish it. Don't swear in that dreadful
way. Ar'n't you afraid that the bed will open
and swallow your And don't swing about in
that way. That will do no good. That won't
bring back the leg of pork, and the
brandy you've poured down both of your
throats. Oh, know it. Pm sure of it.
only recOllected it when I'd got into bed-and
if it hadn't been so cold, you'd have seen me
down stairs again, can tell you; | recollected
it-and pretty two hours Pve passed-that
left the key in the cupboard-and | know it
i could see by the manner of you, when you
came into the roOm-I know you We got at the
other bottle. However, there's one comfort:
you told me to send for the best brandy-the
very best-for your other friend who called
last Wednesday. Ha ! ha 1t was British
the cheapest British-and nice and i'll l hope
the pair of you will be tomorrow.
'There's only the bare bone of the leg Of
pork; but you'll get nothing else for dinner,
can tell you. It's a dreadful thing that the
poor children should go without-but, if they
have such father, they, poor things, must
suffer for it.
''Nearly a whole leg of pork, and pint o.
brandy pint Of brandy, and a leg OF pork
A leg Of-leg-leg-pint'
"And mumbling the sylables," says Mr.
Candles MS, ''she went to sleep''
Mrs Cdudle'S Curtain Lectures aOtU be continued
daily, IN The EUentrg Telegraph, until com
pleted