Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1868-09-25
THAT FELLOW BAGsHAW.

conscious of blush as seize my grey
goose quill to tell of my own shame.
Why then do. not keep it secret? Why
publish what might keep hidden in the
recesses of my own heart Because,
good friend, l feel myself an injured man,
and if that will not make a man speak out
he must be dumb indeed. Did you ever
know man with q grievance who kept
Tito himself? Did you ever know one
who was not forever dragging it into con-
versation dDTop0s of free trade, the death
of the Emperor of China, the warm win
ter. the Great Exhibition, or the sPapal
Aggression? Meet such man and be-
gin ga conversation with him Gf you
dare) on any conceivable subject, and I'll
wager my hat-which is a new one-to
q penny roll, that within two minutes he
will be deep in the matter of his own
grievance, as though it sprang out of, or
formed an essential part of, the topic you
started. There are accomplished little
boys much beloved by burglars, who, if
they can only get their heads through an
orifce of any kind, can always drag their
bodies through after them. The man with
a grievance only wants to get a cord in,
and his grievance" will safely follow
And why then am I to be silent?
sSemper ego auditor tantumY''
When every other injured man proclaims
his wrongs in the world, why should not
Istell of the cruel injustice / suffered
from that cold blooded, heartless, lifting
----? but hold-I must not Jump too
quickly in medals res" in spite of Hor-
aces injunction.
Miss Lavinia Primrose Il describe her
according to my former impressions) was
a sweet pretty girl. She had the mildest
of blue eyes, the lightest of faxen hair
which she wore in ringlets all round her
head-the whitest of skins, with the pink
est of colors on her cheeks, the plumpest
of little figures, and the softest of voices
that ever whispered sonnets by moonlight
in December She was an ETHEREAL creature
altogether she had the appetite of little
bird Though that brute, Tom Bagshaw,
swears she ate like a cormorant at the
nursery dinner y she knew Byron and
Moore by heart-except Titles Poems"
which she always vowed she had never
seen (ahem J she wrote verses herself
too, though somehow or other the lines
were never of the same length-she said it
was the luxuriance of her imagination, and
| have no doubt it was; she sang with in
tense feeling, but leetJe out of tune she
Bagshaw, the wretch, declared that no one
could tell her roses from her hollyhocks y
in short she was most accomplished and
romantic little angel. Tom. Bagsnaw, in
his coarse way, once asked her if she could
make pease-pudding-I could have strang-
led the scoundrel on the spot. She gave
him such mild look of reproach that he
must have shuddered in his boots at his
own enormity, il he had not been as thick
skinned as the thoughest of " Pachyder-
mata, and only replied:
Mr. Bagshawp ..........-... .,.....
Old Primrose Lavinia's papa) was a re-
tired soap,boiler, very rich, very fat, very
vulgar, very obstinate, and very ill-tem-
pered. Mrs. Primrose had been for some
time gathered to her forefathers Though
Tom declares she never had any. There
were, two juvenile Primroses-young Ia
dies in short frocks and frilled encase-
ments of-the- lower limbs-about twelve
and thirteen years of age, and under the
care of o middle-aged maiden, their gov
erness. The family lived in square red
brick house, with bright green trim,
mings lin the shape of Venetian blinds,
balconies, and ratings to the front garden,
the extent of which was extremely limited.
l forgot to mention that the house was sit
uated in the center of the highly -respecta-
BILE town of Bodalming, in Surrey.
/, good reader, am clerk in the bank in
that town, aid receive very handsome
salary (9G. year, for my attendance from
ten till three every day behind the WIRE
blind, with Bank in gold letters on it,
where do little office writing and COM
pose verses for the poets corner of the
County Herald" / send copies to all
my friends and to all the magazine offices.
The former praise them very much; but
those magazine fellows are so rude as
never to notice them at all.
My mamma, being one of the most re-
spectacle ladies in Bodalming, was almost
the, hrst person to call on the Primroses
when they came to settle in our town.
Not that she much likes "those city peo-
pie she says; from which, 1 suppose she
prefers west-end-folks, but as She never
sees any TO my knowledge, cannot exact
ly state the grounds of her preference
However, she paid her visit and I accom-
panied her. cannot say that liked old
Primrose, who called mamma "mum."
and me "young gentleman, but his
daughter We gods, could ever have con-
ceived such destinations! / blushed up to
my ears every time she spoke to me, and
trod on my own hat, smashing it like a
Gibus, in my haste to prevent her helping
me to glass wine. tried to talk, but
couldn't, though as soon as | had left the
house, l recollected everything that /
wanted to say, and wondered why could
have been such muff in her presence
The next week the County Herald, " con-
tanned the following lines "To la"