The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-02-05

Kase I wants ter max a quarter TO- ter by
bread ter eatP'
Then the nsarcha,ade de calaS, or vend-
er of rice-cakes, came along crying
Belle caIGs, tout chGud," followed by
the charcoal man, singing:
"Charcoaly, coaly, coaly, eoaly, fo' re reeef
ohareoaly fo re nicey gall a.stanin' at &c
My hossy 'e is very wife, de coaly max me
black,
Com up an by, e's very sheep ten piearyone
q saok?'
As the last notes of the charcoal vend-
er's song died out upon the air l was
startled, on turning the corner, by the
loud, piercing cry of vicious-looking
Italian, shouting:
Teen-a-feexy, madam"
Being of a somewhat nervous temper
ament, his unearthly veil caused me to
Jump two feet in the air. When l
struck terra firma found myself face to
face with dark haired son of Italy.
We eyed one another for fully three
minutes. I am certain he enjoyed the
sudden jump his terrible yell caused me
to take, for as turned to 60 | noticed
that cunning smile overspread his
dark, grim visage.
| soon got over my fright, and when
/ reached the center of the square on
Burgundy, near Orleans Street, | was
approached by a sickly-looking China
man, "with smile childlike and bland, "
who thrust handful of cigars under my
proboscis and said:
"Ciglar, sirP" ....
elbow much?"
"Floo flo plicaryoon; he de belly hes
Hablana.'
I didn't doubt that they were; but
one thing l can say, they were the larg-
est cigars ever saw. l thought that if
purchased two of them would be
obliged to hire a boy to carry one while
smoked the other; so, taking in con-
sideration the extra expense, and, be-
sides the great danger of losing my bal
ance in crossing bridges, simply said :
"They are very cheap, John; but
have you no smaller onesP"
"Him all me glot. Me habbee slom
mo- to-moller.
"All right, John; I'll come down and
take box from you tomorrow. Good.
BY"
"Bly-bly,' echoed John, as 1 turned
the corner.
That's the last I'll see of that almond
eyed son of the Celestial Empire. Had
l purchased those "ciglars'' | would
have been lying "under the sod and the
dew" and my spirit would already be
waiting patiently on the golden shore,
with club in hand, to receive the al
individual that caused me to
leave this world with lock jaw. When
| reached the corner of Orleans Street l
met an old negro, whose song is familiar
to every person below Canal Street. He
carried basket on his head, and was
followed by five or six innocent-looking
dogs.
What do you sell, old man?"
asked.
81 sells Latd'eier an swamp-lily.''
"What is the swamp-lily used forp"
"Ef you bile it an max good strong
tea, it's gwine to break de hardis' kind
OBJ fever nine times out of ten. De La
ta,eier is root used by de creoles TO-
scrubbin' purposes. Dey mix little
yellow ocher in clear water an dis heah
root brings de do's an kitchen tables
JUS as clean as white silk. Dey beats
desc heah hair scrubbin' brushes dat
mos OBJ de white people use nova
days"
ado you sell many of themp"
"Well, yes. l gives two TO nickel,
an four OBJ dem ill las JUS as long as
one of desc hair brushes. De creole
families use dem altogedder"
When | left the old negro he stood on
the corner and sang:
" LatGnier, madam! o L0tanaer! Good scrub.
bng brush fo' all,
Dey's de bes' ter'clean 20 kitchen, an de din
inroom an hall.
Two pieces TO nickel Latanier is wat
cry;
An if you want scrubbin' brush, WY come
along an by"
Passing out Orleans Street, l met q
little Italian vender with a string of gar
lie thrown across his shoulder, Yelling:
"Garleek, madam" Another was cry
ing: "Bon naarche, madam! Nice APP
pellie an orangee dime Dozen" Then
an old darkey came along shouting:
"Close-poles!" followed by little Teu-
ton crying: "Sausage, sausage, dhree
links for dhime!'
So from early morn till close of day, you hear
Banany! Appulsl Onyonsp' and "Nice
oysters in re she'll"
Then comes the Italian vender with his "gar-
leek on string
And the Gascon scissors grinder with his
'ting ling ling
-NeD Orleans Picayune