The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1877-08-18

it some where remarked that happy nations
have no history. cannot re-echo the popu
lar cry that our past history has been a
blaze of glory. 1t has been stained and
blaekened by errors, prejudices and super
stitons; but in the future career of the
Republic how we hope to see fulfilled the
anthem which heraided the birth of the
Prince of Peace" Glory to God in the
highest; Oh earth, peace and good will unto
men" JOHN SMITH.
For The Cecil Wing.
How Mr.. BIinkins Practiced Economy.
Sol Blinkins ought to be happy man,
but, alas, he is not. His mother-in- law
has long been laid in the silent tomb, and
Sol laid her there with rs little fuss and
delay rs possible, too. His nine daughters
are all peacefully married to men who sup
port them respectfully. His wife is both
deaf and near sighted, and blooming
young lass from the vine-clad banks Of the
Rhine presdes over the general housework
in Soils "palatial residence"
Sol has a very clever amount of capital
invested in Government bonds, and his
debts have been standing so long on pro
misses to pay that it is question as to
whether they can ever be collected or not.
| know that after reading the above, my
a,.-ifh hnt Ia il
earth was Il paradise to any man, it ought
to be to Sol Blinkins. But as l said before
Sol is not happy, and wherefore
Economy is not oracticed in this age, he
says, in any department. Reckless extrav-
agance rules and reigns everywhere, he
reiterates; and then he usually winds up
the haranguc with "reminiscences of the
economical system under which he was
born and reared; when children went bare
foot and were clothed in suits of tow linen;
when coffee was seen on farmers tables
but once week, and instead of silver, the
festal board glistened with finely polished
pewter.
A few weeks ago an agent came to SOILS
house peddliug patent cement, warranted
to mend diIapidated crockery, no matter
how badly smashed, and fix it up as good
as new. He experimental to SOILS entire
satisfaction upon broken plate. There
were four pieces when the agent took the
dish in hand, but with the aid of his cement
the four were speedily united into one.
Then he suspended the rejuvenated plate
from the limb of an apple tree in the back
yard, and proceeded to beat on it with
sticks and stones, to assure Sol that there
was no humbuggery about the thing, but
that it was fairly and squarely mended.
Sol YVES electrified. He went up to an
old cuddy hole in the garnet and brought
down a half bushel basket full of broken
dishes, and mended at them all afternoon,
under the agents instructions. He boarded
the agent two days, paid him five dollars
for instructions and cement, which sum
Mrs. Il. mildly suggested would have
bought them a new set of every day ware,
that would have lasted them life time;
whereat Blnkins fell into rage. He
pointed to a glass dish, a white pitcher of
stone china, and numerous goblets, &c,
which the cement had made as good as
new, and demanded of his better half if
she considered those articles worth a cent
less than twenty dollars. Did she think
that he would sell the whole lot for cent
less? Weeks went by, aud a smile of
intense satisfaction lit up the care furrowed
viSage of sol Blinkins, every time he sat
down to his table, and poured ice water
out of the patched pitcher into the mended
goblets, and gallautly helped the little
German maid to sauce out of the resllsci-
tated glass dish,
But misfortunes never come singly. 1t
was a pleasant Sabbath evening and Blin-
kins had company. His wife's homely
neice was there. Blinl;ins had a perfect
horror of that girls becoming fixture in
his family. She was neither deaf nor near
sighted. Far from it; but young. Per-
kins, the village tooth doctor, was there to
see the neice on this particular evening,
and Blinkins was in correspondingly high
spirits. The host and his guest were dis
coursing learnedly about the recent ':fracas''
and young Perkins was delivering himself
thusly: The majesty and supremacy of
the law must be supported at all hazards
| myself would willingly leave all that
makes life dear Here he threw melt
ing glance at the neice. Blinkins silently
passed him the glass dish full of stewed
blackberries. Perkins clutched savagely
at the stem, us though he fancied it repre-
sented the throat of striker, when 10. the
top tumbled over into the lap Of the aston
ished and patriotic young man, and there
he sat the image Of despair, holding fast
to the glass stem, and looking foI all the
world as if he would like to pitch it at
head, while the penetrating
blackberry juice meandered leisurely over
his lap making his white pantaloons look
like map Of the "seat of the war;"
The ladies screamed in concert. Mr..
Perkins grew redder in the face with every
passing second. "Hold on.'' shouted Bin
kins, determined still to be master of the
and he seized the patched pitcher
and rushing to the kitchen, he filled it with
boiling water. He remembered, even in
that dreadful moment, to have heard that
hot water poured on linen would effectually
remove fruit stains. He did not stop to
consider, in this emergency, the inadapta-
blity of the remedy in consideration of the
peculiar situation of the linen. He had
just reached the dining room door on his
return, when click went the patched pitcher
The whole side fell out and rolled away
under the table, and down splashed the
boiling contents upon the slippered right
foot of the economical Mr.. Blinkins, who
Jung the remnant of the patched pitcher
against handsome mirror, splintering it
to atoms. He then broke into mad howl