The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1877-03-23
THE RGZS.
For the -IEgis d Htelligencsr.
A Protest.
TURNING THE TABLES.
BEL AIR, FRIDAY, MAR. 23, 1877.


FALLsToN, March 10Th, 1877,
MIR. EDITORS Your paper is much read b,
our villagers and the ladies were or seemct
to be, delighted ut an article in your edition
of last week, entitled, How the Mans Wen
Visiting" which article ! and all ofm friends
with whom L have spoken on the subject
consider II gross misr presentation and W,
therefore take our pen in our feeble hand, de
string by its use to give you an idea of oul
Just indignation oyer such gross cCntumely
and while we wonder ut the admission OIL
such an article, we attribute it to your pro-
verbal courtesy to contributors, and we hope
to share it with them
Now, it is our desire to lay before you a
more life like scene and will take for exam
pie, our friend Mr.. Brown, an honest cd far
mer, blessed with little of this worlds goods
and large family. MIR. Brown and family
are regular church-goers, and all wishing to
be sincere Christians, and this is the way
they go.
On Sunday morning Mr.. Brown harnesses
up the horses, having first gotten ready him
self, brings them to the door, and meek, re-
signed look comes over his face. ALI pa
tient soul, he knows what he has to endure,
and thus he sits for fifteen minutes in silent
meditation. But now lie has decided what
field he will pillow for corn next year, and
thinks about going to church, looks up at the
window, opens his mouth and-no, he
changes his mind. Mrs. b. don't like to be
troubled, and he has done once or twice in
extreme cases, but don't wish to incur her
displeasure on Sunday"
Two minutes more he knows now what
he will put on his corn-decides to risk it:
"My dear y comes from his trembling lips
with much hesitancy. No answer. Two
minutes more. He knows what fences he
will renew. "Mrs Brown" in a stentorian
voice, "are you going to church to-day?"
II wish you would let me alone p comes
down stairs. ~ will come when l am
ready"
In few moments one of Mr.. Browns
promising little angels comes down, with an
old calico dress on.
care you going to church to-day?" que
ries Mr.. Brown, in frantic voice.
Eyes, am, but can't find my shoe but
toner"
"Well, can't you wear pair of laced
boots? ?"
mo, can't. Nobody wears anything but
buttoned boots, now"
He goes in, poor SOUL and assists her in
finding it; and she finds it, where? In her
pocket.
Finally they come down, all but the dam
sci with buttonad CATERS. In five minutes
she makes her appearance, but just then her
sister comes to the knowledge that she has
no cuffs on. She gets them, returns, and
Just in time to remind another angel her
pocket handkerchief is missing.
Poor man, he shuts his teeth hard, helps
her out and waits and waits for her return
Well, everything has an end, even to msfor-
tunes, and finally they start, but truth com
pels us to state there were many bemoanings
on the way, however, about ribbons, hair
pins, and various other articles belonging to
the paraphernalia of female. But they ar
rive. His family hear the sermon finished,
but Mr.. Brown has to fasten the horses and
hears nothing of the sermon. If that man
ever hears a sermon, he will have to 20
alone. X