The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-08-16

DuO ne was true gentleman, every inch.
he used to say to my father, " Row, you
must have holiday. Go down to my
place stay week or month, and tell
the butler and housekeeper to make you
comfortable"
My father, if he pleased, might have
been one of the magistrates at Marlbor-
ough street Police Court. Lord Groo-
groo sent for him one morning, and when
he came into the room, said:
Row, you've be n smoking"
assure your lordship, [ have not"
Then you've been in room where
other people were smoking. Go home
and change your coat, and come to me
directly"
My father went home and put on an.
other coat, and when he came back his
lordship said:
Row, you are to be the new magis-
trate at Marlborough street Police Court.
1 have spoken to Sidmouth, and he has
promised to accept my nomination"
But, my lord, 1 don't think l am fit
for the position"
say you are. We want such men
as you are on the bench. It's worth your
acceptance. Six hundred year and a
house to live in"
have heard, my lord, that Lord
Henry Petty has applied on behalf Of
Mr.. Conant, the bookseller"
81 know it. Petty u twopenny Whig,
and has no chance, I've arranged the
matter with Sidmouth so think it over
and let me have your answer in week"
My father went home and talked over
the offer with my mother; but he loved
his old book, hop, and as he had his hands
full of publishing business, he decided on
not accepting it; he wrote a letter of
thanks, declining to take the place.
He always used to say that two rainy
days were the luckiest days of his life
The first brought him prosperity in bust
ness the second perhaps saved his life
certainly saved his leg.
There was parish feast at the Marl-
borough Head tavern, at which one Of
the vestry had to put dozen of wine on
the table. My father was there, and had
taken more than he could comfortably
carry; so when he got home and looked
for the keyhole, latch key in hand, he
could not find it. Not wishing to dis
turb my mother, he thought he could get
in at the first floor window. SO he climb
ed up the spout outside the house until
he got to the lead coping, but, there miss
lug his footing, he fell heavily into the
street. The watchman picked him up,
and at first thought he was killed he got
the street door open and took him into
his bedroom. In short time he came to
his senses, but could not move one of his
legs. Mr. Swift, a celebrated surgeon,
was sent for; he came, and, on examin-
ing the damaged leg, said it was broken.
He could do nothing to it then, but at
four o'clock in the afternoon he would
bring his instruments and cut it off. My
mother was in dreadful way at hearing
this, and so was my father In the morn
ing when the shop was opened and the
apprentices were told of what had hap
pened, there was good deal of crying,
for they all loved the old gentleman Just
about midday it began to rain. A gen
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he was on his way to the levee, and as he
could not afford to spoil his court-dress
might he stop few minutes until the
rain was over But" says he, "what
are ye all crying for 2"
One of the shopmen tells him that my
father broke his leg that morning, and that
at four o'clock Mr.. Swift was coming to
cut it off
That's sharp work" said the gentle
man. " have ten minutes to spare. [
am surgeon. Go up stairs and say l
would like to look at the limb"
My father made no objection, and the
gentleman went up stairs, and after ex-
amining the leg, he said "This leg is
not broken. Run and get in half-doz-
en- men, and bring me couple Of thin
boards"
They called in some of the neighbors,
and after the gentleman had cut the board
into lengths he got the joint right again,
which had been twisted out of its place,
and having bound it up in the splints,
went to the levee, promising to call on his