Oregon Republican. [volume] (Dallas, Or.) 1870-1872, 1871-01-14
HIGH LIFE.
Mrs. Biosbs At Long Branch.

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In the middle of the season, the
Rev. Mr.. Blobbs, who is theologically
sound" sent his wife, who was physi-
ologically unsound, and their SON Billy,
TO Long Branch. Billy, who is pre-
cocious child, and whose father had
cautioned him not to forget to write to
TO him, penned letter few days
after, and, unread by his moeher, sent
it The same mail carried to. Mr.
Blobbs letter from his wife. We
print both letters below. The. first,
Billy, reads thus:
Dear Daddy: It's awful nice here In
the country, and me and ma are having
such jolly times! / think the incest
place in the world 10 watering place
don't you, daddyl At Erst it was
awful lonesome without you, and says I
to dear ma: When is pa coming up
from the city, ma I"
"Never, hope, Billy" says she !;
your father is such dry old stick,
and we are so mneh better without
him."
o daddy! You wouldn't know ma
now if you had seen her betore-she's
looking so we'll and young She has
taken to wear such lots Of fine things !;
and eur maid, Sally, says she does mt
look older than many gal of seventeen
Mas got real splendid beau, too, with
such mustachts and whiskers! Ma
calls him Charlie ! / call him brick ,
because he gives me such heaps Of
candy. Sally says he is the incest gen
tleman she ever saw.
The waiter fellows here are bully
boys, pop, aud get no end Of stale tarts,
pie and pound cake; besides bottled
ale and tobacco. They are teaching me
to play euchre, too. and | think it's a
real nice game. Ma has no time to look
after me she's 50 taken up with dress.
ing. dancing and dear Dir. Charlie!
Oh pal / want to see you so awful
bad but don't come yeti would
make ma 30 hopping mad. Please write
soon, and don't forgot to send me
plenty of pocket money. A fellow
cant do without " tin" here. Your
aAectionatc son, BILLY.
Mrs Blobbs' read as follows, the only
point Of contrast being that IL gives d
different view of the same matter:
Myt,Dearest Husband: Ny health
il little better, thank the Lord, and |
begin to enjoy the Sabhath>like peace
of this place. | miss you very much,
and my thoughts are often with you !;
but for the sake of your flock, | will
not ask you TO join me at present.
Dear little Billy and the Bible are my
usual ompanions, though, when / seek
il, find good deal of religious society
here. Are you lonely without me, dear
husband? / hope not, for the fresh,
invigorating air here is doing me more
good than medicine, and If could re-
main until September. l believe I
might be quite restored to my former
health.
Give my fondcs. love TO the dear
sisters Of our church, and tell them /
remember them in all my prayers. |
read your soul stirring sermon ia Mon>
day. Inquirer. Il filed my heart with
great peace and comfort. With love
and many kisses, / bid you adieu. Will
write you again. Our Billy sends you D
note, which you will receive with this.
Your loving wife, Lucy BLoBBs.
Mr.. Blebbs, in state more easily
imagined than desert bed, left for Long
Branch Immediately after reading the
above epistle. How Mrs. Blobbs re-
ceiyed her lord and master, we don {
know, bat he has brought her back to
Gotham. Last Sunday she sat in her
old pew at church, looking very sor~
rowful. The pastor, DIR. Blobbs,
preached a very eloquent sermon, taxi
ing for his text the following: Who
can fnd virtuous woman for her
price is far above rubies."