Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1873-09-02
,iekled pig'sSears. and 1t the same

plate OF picked pig sears. and at the same
time remarked: :: -. -. ~ 49,
Them is not roasted ears they're cooked
different, that's all" sa ss5ss-.ss5
Bill looked at the man, then at the pigs,
ears, and forgot his grammar in the heighth
of his anger:
s. You don't call them there things roast
ing ears, do you? They're pigs ears"
- don't know how far this conversation
would have continued, had not told them
that my friend wanted corn. They all
laughed, and made the announcement that
I'VE don't call corn roasting. ears in New
/ York. Bill managedSto get through with
the corn, and occasionally threw furtive
-glances at asdelicious ,cantaloupe which was
placed on the lower end of the table, but he
couldn't summon the courage to ask for. the
delicacy, SO strong was the impression on his
mind of his former rebuffs. Remembrance
that faint heart never won fair lady" nor
cantaloupe, Bill delivered himself in the fol-
lowing words: ..--
evil, you please to pass the cantaloupe
this way 2" ,;5s.s...s4 ~. .f.--..--
Cantaloupe p echoed the lady who had
used the lofty expressions before supper.
.'Cantaloupe! / think that's species of
deers, indigenous to-to-I forget the coun.
try" =,
Bill heaved a sigh of resignation I,once
more interposed, telling them hat my friend,
although lover of, venison, and an admirer
of all ssdedrs,' on this particular occasion de-
sired, to partake of muskmelon.
Dear me-" chimed in an old maid, ttwe
don't call muskmelons tcaptaloupes' in New
York"
"Hang New York p said Bill; ia place
where they don't know the difference be-
tween an antelope and cantaloupe."
The host asked Bill to qusff some wine, in
order to mollify his wrath. He then offered
the beverage to a clergyman, who sat on the
opposite side of the table; but the man with
the white choker made an apology, saving:
''I'm lnborer in the vineyard Of the
Lord therefore it behooves me not to par.
take of spirituous fluids"
'Laborer in the vineyard ? Golly ole
teller, ye have bully time guzzlin' the
grapes, in there !''
This was said by bashful child of nine
years.
After supper, the girl who had failed in
her knowledge of natural history seated her.
self at an old piano, which retained its edui-
librium with the assistance of suudry trunks,
boxes, ETC., propped under it. The music (?)
drawn from this antique piece of furniture, I
am sure, would have narcotic influence on
an ordinary person, but those present were
extraordnory. She PLAYED by note; so all
her friends thought Bill thought other
wise, for, when he rose to turn over the leaves
of her music, he whispered to me. 'sConfound
me. Tom, if she doesn't play from Nlitchell's
School Atlasr'
Well, we had enough of tenement. house
visiting for one night, SO Bill next day left
for the sunny South where he can get roast
ingears, molasses and cantaloupes in abun>
dance, and where Mitchell's School Atlas is
used for another purpose.
There is prodigy living here in teno-
ment house, whom I am going to see. It is
said that he is forty years old, and although
unable to read or wriIe, never in his life has
made a grammatical mistake. Tn my noxt
letter will let you know the result of my
visit. EX>HARpER's FERRIAN