The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1870-12-22

A COOPERATIVE CHRISTMAS.
PARTY.

Mr. HUBERT JoDsON, BA., the Citrate,
who was popularity supposed TO be up to
anything, from writing an article in the
Quarterly up to Senate languages, to "do-
ing" an acting charade for the YOUNG
Ladies Journal, was surrounded by faith
ful rosebud garden of girls" as the
Laureate calls them. Mr. Jobson, BA.,
Of Trinity, was third wrangler of his year,
and equally high in classics. He might
have gone in for something of value as q
grinder or tutor; but he had set up his
tabernacle in Bloomsbury, and shaved, like
the very opposite of slave, round about
st. Giles and the courts adjacent. JobSOn
was high, but not dry, and not too high
for so earnest a man. He preached in his
surplice, and sported his hood and its rab-
bit-skin trimming in church, but out of
church wore a cossock in his friends
houses, and when about his work was
called priest What sort of priest the
poor people thought him, il is difficult
20 say. Suffice it that he was good to
them, worked harder than any working
man for rather less than the pay, and
with:l looked as lively aud jovial a party as
any one of the "lounging classes" or young
merchants whom he met in the neighbor-
ing squares. Mr.. Jobson was popular
with rich and poor; he mixed easily, meant
what he said, and had sunshiny sort of
goodness which is very attractive. But as
he did not mix with rich patrons, Fortune
quietly let him remain where he was do
ing what good he could which, on the
whole, was the best thing Fortune could
do.
$50 Miss Parkyns, you find a Christ $
party great bOre?'
Awful" said Patty Parkyns, making a
button mouth 'as dreary as a Dorcas."
90, I'm sure" cried little Mrs. BOldero,
who, having no children herself, made
plenty of clothes for those who had, you
said that our last Dorcas was very nice. "
$50 it is" said Patty, ''for that sort of
thing; but We girls, when we have q
Christmas party, want something exciting
where we can f1irt."
(Which you poor married things cant"
said Miss Brownjohn, the great heiress
(Brownjohn, Crabb and Catchitt ship
brokers'. why, had no less than three
proposals in the shell, and one that was
hatched last Christmas
III wonder whether that girl tells lies, "
thought Maggie Symes, daughter Of ;.
Symes, &C, Pump-court, who was poor,
but very pretty. 81 don't get any propo-
sails"
Perhaps Mr. Jobson read Maggie's Sc
cret; for he said plump out, like great
boy, "Ah, Miss Brownjohn, people don't
fiIrt with gou, they flirt with your fortune y
Men are so cunning and SO baSep said
Miss Brownjohn, bitterly.
Neglected education of womeni I'd
have them all learn mathematics and logic
You don't even know figure 1 of a syllO-
gism: Barbara celarent darij .ferioque 7ri
0ris'
What's that, Mr.. Jobson-sOmethine
awful Please construe it."
81 can't and nobody can; it's sense and
nonsense too. But look here: anything
predicated of whole class-you under
stand?"
90 yes; class of girls like we had al
Brighton"
Ay, that will do. Now follow me
under which class something else is con
tanned q am that something) may be pred
icated Of that which is so contained
Therefore, according to Whately, yor
have just called me cunning and base"
40, Mr. Jobson, l didn'tr
And your father, and Mr.. Boldero, ant
the rest of mankind, including the las
new wonder in verse, and the Poet Lau
reate. I'm not joking"
On this. all the ladies cried out shame
and Miss Brownjohn, who was rather stu
pid when she chose to be so, sulked.
"Well now" said the Curate, "yo
don't mean what you say, and YOU don
sew what you mean; and I'm sure tina
llg s. .tls parties are very Jolly things,
rightly taken"