The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-04-01

IS. sonething Lss L a,ost st1;cko5 s6efe With
paste. 9 :s.geN, z replied Jack, 81 don't
care what IL be, but i know he keeps
them two ends tied up TO bed post
every night, to make 'em stick up that
way. g.., sss {, ~ "a
Mr. Lyle complacently caressed the OBJ
iect of these abusive remarks, good
naturedly joining in the laugh which
his Cousins narrative provoked.
.That reminds me OF good thing my
friend Won ,Oppenheim got off about my
moustache," he said. .'You know Karl
Won Oppenheim, Miss Clayburn? What
a rich fund of humor chnraoterizes him;
what clever things he can say, and what
Q keen and quick appreciation he has for
the ludicrous2 or rather did have, for in
oil these things he is sadly changed. Re-
Gently lie seems to have lost it all-has
fallen into state Of hopeless, irremedia-
BILE melancholy, and is altogether the
most cynical, misanthropical human
being it can enter into your Imagination
to conceive. It is all the work Of that
beautiful
"Exouse me, Mr.. Lyle, but see father
has been entrapped by Granny Plimp-
ton, and as there is no possibility of an
escape for some time, propose we take
our seats in the carriage until he is re-
leased; it will be pleasanter than stand
ing 80 long"
II can imagine nothing pleasanter than
this, ;" remarked the gentleman, bowling,
"but I heartily agree to your propo-
sition. I've heard somewhat of Granny
Plmpton-she talks, doesn't she?"
''Talksl That is not the word" ex-
claimed Miss Clayburn. ''When say
she is loquacious, garrnlous, talkntive,
prattling, prating. babbling, pragmatical,
prolix, minute, and copious, have said
nothing. When I say she rails, argues,
discourses, prologues, jabbers, details,
wraDgles, brawls, narrates, proclaims, ex-
patiates, amplifies and declaims at you,
have said still less. She is what the
French call q 6a6iudrd, the Germans, a
Schaodtzmaul, or Schwdtser, and the Eug-
lish, talker, tattler, babbler, gossip.
She is Mademoiselle Scudery, save that
she talks volumes and overgrown folios,
instead of writing them; person en-
dowed with life, not that she may live,
but talk; n human being who neither
breathes, sleeps, eats, or drinks, but
talks. 1t is talk, talk forever. and will
be talk forevermore; for she will talk at
you from her grave. Having said so
much, will add, furthermore, that she
pours ont food of words, as if, like the
river Nile, she had seven mouths. And
now, no resource is left me but to bewail
the feeble inadequacy of language, and
to nurse despair at the hopeless impossi-
bility of giving You even shadowy con-
ception of the endless quantity, tho tire
less energy, the oeaseless clamor, the
length, breadth, heighth, depth, and
measureless Dimensions of her capacious
utterancel'
"Bien! Bienl" cried Mr.. Lyle, laugh
ing heartily and Offering his hand to
assist Miss Clayhurn into the carriage.
Poor Juliet speaks feelingly," said
Miss Rawleigh, "and remembering how
recently she was victimized, I do not
wonder at her descriptive capacity. For
myself, avoid Granny Plimpton as I
would the pestilence. She began two
years ago, to tell me how che was first
taken with the rheumatism, but she's
never gotten to the gist of the matter
yet-and suppose never will. On that
one subject alone, she's inexhaustible.
Well-this is our habitation until sun
set-or, peradventure, midnight
81, for one, have no objection" said
Mr.. Lyle, politely.
"Well, I have,". declared his cousin,
her eyes sparkling misohievously; 81
have divers objections, and one of them
is insuperable. I confess I am of the
earth, earthly, and cannot subsist ON
summer skies, the radiant face of nature,
OF the sweet morsels of elegant discourse.
"A feast of reason and flow of soul is
fine thing, but ut this particular hour in
the day, I would infinitely prefer feast
of genuine bread and butter, not to
mention other articles of diet, such as
cakes, puddings and pies, and .foao of
iced claret punch. Yes-I like to eat
food occasionally, and speaking of these
things, Theodore, reminds me that am
immensely hungry at this present mo-
ment Will you be obliging enough to
call Mr.. Clayburn? The extremity of
the case is such, I must beg Juliet to
spare us the walk and drop us ut the door
on her way home. IT'S not much out of
the way"
Certainly" said Juliet. smiling; "I
will do 80 with pleasure. I intended to
propose the arrangement, before knew
the emergency of your appetite"
EYES," answered Miss Rawleigb, "the
matter is urgent. was never 80 near
furnishing in my life. So, expedite your
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