The Rugbeian. (Rugby, Morgan Co., Tenn.) 1881-1882, 1881-03-01

unsympahizng reader no more of my woes That
dear mother of mine found that the handsome onture
meant to console her in her widowhood existed only
in my fathers WILL and nowhere else, moral: Brides
insist with gentle pertnacy and answering resolu
ton settements the greater part of its generous
provisions lacking funds of course to carry them out
&c. after much cogitation, she determined to bestow
herself on sister who having made marriage which
had largely endowed her with the good things of this
world, was in position to crafty my mothers " in
dependence by allowing her to pay 5Ioo a year,
and to bestow on her in return luxuries obtanable
only by "princely income" The virtuous youth
we have all read of would, of course have been fired
with determined resolution, adamantine ZEAL etc.,
etc., to restore her pristine glory were he to
wrest the requisite gold and diamonds from the
bowels of the earth, ETC., etc. But that virtuous
youth did not emulate. Being degenerate mod
ern, and thinking, therefore, the good fortune of
Sindbad improbable if not impossible, l made no
rash VOWS, consequently derived not the soace they
usually bring, and duly embarked on board
"The Lithuania," much encountered by portman-
teaus gun-cases, and all the tormenting devices in
vented by ingenious man to torture the ingenious
colonist l was miseraby seasck, but in the in
tervas of my woes took stock of my ellowvoyagers,
who were of course of the usual stamp lean, lanky,
lantern-awed Colonies who from their conversation
seemed, like one uncomfortable to pass their time
going up and down the earth; beauteous damsels still
in search of their fairy princes; some comfortable
married couples, looking in varied degrees the es-
sence of jolity and good humor; some married
couples who evidently did not find themselves
Two souls with but single thought,
Two hearts that beat one;
and the usual indstinct mass that forms the back
ground from which those "recollected I" stand out
1t goes without saying that my cousin was an ad-
mirable sailor. He alternately condoed and jeered
nv sufferngs, but lost no opportunity of making
himself agreeable to everybody on board. "Why
do you bore yourself SOP" asked, he rolled into
chair, invoking, well, not blessings, on the stupidity
of a young lady with whom l. in common with all
the rest of the passengers believed he had desper-
ate Irritation. g Because, stupid, more flies are
caught by spoonful of honey than barrel of vine
gar" l subsidized, and he looked as if he had de-
liyered the essence of Machiavell and Rochefou-
cauld in one epigram. Just then, Mrs Grey, who
was now returning to connubial bliss in New York,
kindly dropped her handkerchief at his feet for pick
ing up which he rewarded with glimpse of her
peary teeth, CLEAN Of her beauteous eyes, and an
ndescribabe wave of her gorgeous fringe She
was pretty woman, who apparently like my cousin,
believed nthe desrability of catching flies with honey
as she generally passed the whole day in perambulat
ing the deck uttering more or less sugary common
places to all who fell in her way. She was particu-
ly gracious to all hobbledehoys and therefore de-
serves my good word. Within two days of our eav-
ing England we all of course frantic to know
when we should arrive, and from the captain down
wards were met with smiling assurances that ten days
would be about the length of our voyage but after
week the assurance not quite fervent and the
twelfth day of our leaving England still saw us on
the waters, and there much grumbling from
great and small. Doubtless the grass-widows and
the few who indulgng in really happy fir
tations did not grudge the extra days Of linked
sweetness long drawn out, but the growing grum-
blers returned thanks when the dense fog, which had
kept us lowering the mouth Of the Hudson merci-
fully lifted and found ourselves at liberty to land
in the Empire City. W.