National opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1865-1874, 1872-12-13

patten in my hand, you might have
knocked me down with feather, far less
porkmangers which was Jumping against
me, continual and severe all round. ]
was drove about Ikea brute animal and
almost worritt d into fits, when gen
tleman with n urge shirt collar and n
hook nose, md n eye like ono OF Mr.
Sweedlepip, 81 hawks, and II long lock
of hair, and Yhiskers that ! wouldn't
have no lad, as | was engaged to meet
suddenly turning round n corner, for
any sum oil money you could offer me, y
says laughing, "Halloa, Mrs. Camp,
what are you up to ! didn't know him
from a man Except by his clothes);" but
says family, "If you're a Christian
man. show me where to get u second
cladge ticket for Maniester, and have me
put IN carriage, or ! shall drop ~
Which be kindly did, in n cheerful kind
Of way, oping about in the strangcst
manner 10 ever | see, making all kinds
of actions, and looking and vinking at
me from under the brim of his hat
(which WIS good deal turned up, to
that extent, that shouldi have thought
he meant something but for being so
Hurried as not to have no thoughts mt all
until was put in carriage along with
indiyidgle--th politest rs ever Sec
in a shepherds pluid suit with Ion.
gold watch guard hanging round his neck
and his hand a trembling though ner-
vessness worse than II aspian leaf.
"Im very Apply, ma'am," he says
the politest vice as eyer | heard :" to
go down with lady belonging to our
party"
"Our party, sirw l says.
Yes, ma'am," he says, "Tm Mr..
Wilson. I'm going down with my
wigs"
:" Mrs. Harris, wen he said lie was GO
ing down with the wigs, such was my
state of confugion and worrit that /
thought he must be connected with the
Government in some ways OF other, but
directly moment he explains hi" self for
he says:
"There's not theater i London worth
mentioning that cont attend punctu-
ally. There's 6 e-and.twenty wigs in
these boxes. am" he says, "as was
worn at the Queens fancy bali. There's
q black wig, ma'am,' he says, "as was
worn by Garrick; there's a red one,
ms'am,' he says, "as was worn by kean
there's brown one, ma am" he says,
"as was worn by kemble; there's yell
low one, ma'am," he says "as was made
for Cooke; there's gray one, ma'am,"
he says, "as | measured Mr.. Young for
myself; and there's white one, ma am,
that Mr.. Macready went mad IN. There's
a tiaxen one as was got up expressly for
Jenny Lind, the night she came out at
the Italian Opera. 1t was very much
was that wig, ma'am, through
the evening. 1t had great reputation.
The audience broke ont the moment they
see it.
Are you iu M. oweei.epiYe's line,
sir r. asked.
(which is that, ma 2" he says-the
aoftest and genteelest voice ever heerd,
do declare, Mrs. Harris
Hair-dressing," I says,
"Yes, ma am" he replies, 81 have that
honor. Do You see this, ma'am2" he
SAYS, holding up his right hand
Il never see sach trembling" says
to him. And | lever did,
AL aiODS VI lItl hu.tStN tOstulllt
5a' |, maam." he says. "The excitement
lid it. Two Eundred and ftty-seven
aides of the first rank aud fashion had
heir heads got up on that occasion by
his hand, and my t'other one. | was
At it eight-and-forty hours on my feet,
na'am, without rest. II was Powder
)al, ma'am We have q Powder piece
1t Liverpool. Have not the pleasure,
le says, looking at me curious, "of address
ng Mrs. Camp"
'Gamp am, sir replies. "Both by
lame and by natur.n
"Would you like to sec your becograf-
er's moustachc and wiskers, ma am he |
,ays. I've got 'em in tEs box
" Drat my beeogratter, sir" says, " he |
las given me no region to wish to know
lnything about him."
"Oh, Misss Camp, ask your pardon"
i never see sucn polite man, Mrs.
Harris P'raps" he says, if you're not
If the party. You don't know who it was
hat assisted You into the carrager' -
"No, sir, / says, " don't indeed"
"Why, ma am" he says, wisperis',
that was George ma'am."
W udl tNplEtt cll uUI l hlltW no l
icoree," says J.
"The great George, ma'am, says he.
rhe Crookshanks."
If you'll believe me, Mrs. Harris, turns
ny head, and see the very man making
)icturs OF me Oh his thumb nail at the
vinder while another of 'em--a tall,
lin, melancholy gent, with dark har and
bage vice-looks over his shoulder, with
lis head o one side as if he understood
he subject, and cody says, "I've draw'd
Ter several times--in Punch" he says too.
The owdacious wretch !
(Which | never touches, Mr. Wilson,
remarks out loud-I couldn't have helped
t, Mrs. Harris, if you had took my life for
t !" which never touches, Mr.. Wilson,
N account OF the lemon !"
Hush" says Mr.. Wilson. "There
Ie is ~
only see fat gentleman with curly
lack hair and a merry face, standing
N the platform rubbing his two hands,
ver one another, as if he was washing
f 'em, and shaking his head and shoul-
ers very much; and l was awondering
got Mr.. Wilson meant, wen he says
There's Douglade, Mrs. Camp, says
le. "There's him as wrote the life of
drs Caudle !"
Mrs Harris, wen see that little will
ain bodily before me, it give me such a
urn that was all in tremble. If l
Iadn't lost my umbreller in the cab, i
must have done him a injury with it
)h the bragian little traitor! right among
he ladies, Mrs. Harris; looking his
vickedest and deceitfullest of eyes while
Ie was talking to 'em ; laughing at his
wn Jokes as loud as you please hold
ng his hat in one hand to cool hissef,
nd tossing back his iron-gray mop of
lead of hair with the other, as if it was