The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1870-04-29

depend for their comfortable compile
ton upon his punctuality. Biddy
must be up and waiting for him; and
he is very peremptory in insisting up
on not being delayed. But he IS,
nevertheless, a good-natured soul ;
and If perehanoe Biddy does fail him
for once, he will leave the modicum
Of milk in q little can, slowed away in
some snug corner near the door. or
lower Il into the area by string and
hook-ghe returning the can when he
comes round with the afternoons sup
NV. In the London streets the post
men. with their blue coats, red col
lars, and gray bags swung over their
shoulders, are ubiquitous, and you
arc always running across them. How
soon you will receive your letters from
them depends somewhat on the dis
lance you happen TO be from the great
dingy. pillared Central Post Office in
st. Martins 10 Grand. Thousands Of
letters-especially those addressed to
sentimental young ladies Of the. upper
class-are read every morning in bed,
and suspect that it is no common
treat; but my own lodgings are too
distant for that, and the postman's
blunt double slam bang on the street
knoeker comes just about the tlmo
Biddy is mounting from the kitchen,
weighted down with my breakfast tray.
Biddy, though not over quick to an
ager the ordinary summons to the
door, is very impatient for some rea-
son or other, to reach the door when
the postman knocks; whether it be
that she has a sweetheart beyond tho
Atlantic, from whom she expects a
billet doux, or whether the postman
himself has been particular In his at.
tontiona. it would be impertlnent TO
ask. Close upon the heels of the
postman comes the dustmau, with his
hobnailed shoes, who seems Obllvious
TO everybody and everything but his
immediate misunderstanding house
keepers and maids merely in The light
of producers of dust, of which they
are the undoubted and exclusive pro-
prietors, and they are not far wrong;
for the dust is theirs by contract, and
they know it; and take good care to
show that they know it, They come
at regular times, which il is quite i'm
possible to foresee, empty their trea-
sury, the dust box. and bear the con-
tents off with noisy marching and
countermarching, husky demands for
beer money" accepting it with
growl, aud bundling off without moro
ado.
BREAD, GREENS AND NEWSPAPERS.
As 1 sit at my breakfast Of stout
English rolls, juicy English steak and
most abominable English coffee, sew
eral morning callers, one after an
other, disturb the placid current of
my CONCENTRATIONS. There is the ba-
ker's boy, a rosy and withal a most
impudent youth, with a voice like
brass trumpet, and a face like a brass
door plate, who has brought a little
black handcart, with rolls steaming
from the oven and rolled up in blank
cts TO keep the steam in them; he
bawls out "B'k-a-a-r-r-rl" as though
he was surprised into bawling and
didn't mean to, and he bangs his bas-
ket on the doorstep fiercely, as III to
say that you mast take the bread
whether or no, and his GRAND over,
he is off like a shot to explode else
where. Next comes the tattered and
forlorn figure Of a girl, with pensive
eountenance and air Of grief," who
sings along the streets, plaintively,
and with uncertain voice, and who ap-
pears as regularly as the breakfast
hour arrives. Her song is old, and
she has repeated it over and over
these many years Buy my crosses,
fresh and greenl buy, come buyW
She leads a weary life of it; In all
weather, she buys her stock at the
harrington market long ere the sun
has risen, and trudges not less than
twenty miles each day to get rid of it.
In the spring time these cries are va
ried by the yarmouth bloater," as
he is called, bringing round his fish
to sell he has a hollow, ram horny
voice, which makes you shudder in
your shoes, with salty look, and sea-
colored from his dress to his face,
hands and hair Anon there is sud
den chorus, which wells round the
corner in moment-a multitude of
eager boy voices, and presently, if you
are seated at your window on the
ground floor, you are besieged with
these pertinaciOus infants, who press
upOn you tho respective claims of the
Daily Pressr' Telegraph u Stand
ard r. "Globe" and so on; or they
hasten from door to door, delivering
the damp sheets in the letter boxes for
tho breakfast reading of the people.
Sometimes they thrust them under
the doors, or shy them in at the open
doors, or shy them in at the open par
lor windows, or send them whirling
against Biddy's cap in the area-thus
combining, with true ganlin art, pleas
ure with business.
CATS MEAT MAN.
But perhaps the most unique per-
sonage Of all these morning callers is
one who emits a sound from between
his lips quite beyond, at least, Yankee
experience. To the Londoner who
charges US with talking through our
noses, by all means commend the Lon
don Cat meat man." His voice is
gH nose. 1t is his nostrils, and not
his palate, which articulate. About
fen in The roOrpipu Won Y,oxy haor Il Nv,