Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1909-06-10
reprint from tha I.lnnincn,
CHAPTER XVIII.

@nO eoOStS WoF0 uDW summoned
to supper. In wing OF the dwell.
ing house the tables were loaded
with dainty cheer, bore to be re-
marked OF its capacity 10 please the
palate. than for the enticements
which modern epicurism has invent
ed to crafty the eye. An orderly
division OF matrons. escorted by the
Collector and the elders Of the pro-
vince, moved forward at q measured
pace to make the fisst onslaught.
These were followed. after an inter,
val. by active bevies Sf youthful re-
vellers who throngsd In noisier
array to the scene OF assault.
In the housekeeper's apartment
which looked into the supperroon;
sundry women. Intent upon supply
ing the table, were seen minister
ing their Office with scarcely less
lclamor than that s&bich echoed
from the consumers OF the feast.
Here, in a post OF usurped control
over the dOmestics, busy In rinsing
glasses. cleansing platters. adjust
ing pasties. and despstching comfits,
was the merry landlady OF the Crow
and Archer, whose saucy laughing,
and not unhandsome face. grew lus-
trous with the delight afforded by
her occupation. Full as she was of
the appropriate business of her sta
tion. she still had time to watch the
banquet and make her comments up-
on the incidents which transpired
there.
"Ho. Bridget Cold calel Bridget,
this way look you" she exclaimed, i,
as, with napkin in hand, and eye
glistening which delight, she beck
oned to the thin and busy house
keeper. IF you would live and
laugh. pray come this way and
take peep at the table. Who should
we have here, as pert and proud as
il she was the lady of my Lord, but
our gossip, Dolly Cadger2 Think
OF it,-the dame her self, in her own
true flesh and blood, amongst all
gentlefolk. Marryl Master Anthony
Warden was in straits to choose
comers when he went to the mer
GERS shop to find them. What q
precious figure the sea-tortoise
makes with her yellow camblet. blue
sarsnet, and green satini And that
lace pinner stuck upon her head
with great lappets Haunting down
like hounds. earsl / cannot but
laugh my sides into O stitch-it In
such dainty tire for q MERGERS
wife. t all comes, you may swear,
bran new out OF the mercer's pack
for the poor man had never the soul
to deny her; there will be q twelve
months Dragging on she top OF
this. Good lackl yonder is Dsun-
trees, like an humble bee, beside the
viewers sisterl Theold pot-guzzler
is never o man to finch from his
trencher. Master Ginger know
the measure Of your stomach of old!
have warmed your insides for
you'll"
For the blessing OF charity and
the love Of good work, Dame Doro-
thy. some drink" cried Willy, the
fiddler, who had just stolen from
his post and elbowed his way into
the horsekeeper's room. Some
drink, mistress; my throas is as dry
as midsummer chimney; swallows
are building nests in Il: my lips
are dusty from long drought, and
my elbow is not able to wag for
want of oil. Quick. good dame, or
/ shall crispl Ha. that is smooth
and to the purpose, he exclaimed,
after tossing of o glass which the
dame presented him. Nov, wor-
thy hostess, o bone TO Rnaw, for
am fearfully empty and like 10 cave
inl speed. dame: the dancers will be
calling before / am filed"