Norwich bulletin., 1913-12-10

! discourse, about seven single persons more consultations his choice galloping more consultations his choice galloping on at the rate of Leorna and her phan- tom lover" fastened on the widow her self, but she, like the moon has her phases, revolutions and eclipses'' this seems to have been a total eclipse for our ardent suitor..
 Even "a piece of MT. Belcher's cake sheet of paper, fail to touch her ob- durate heart. In the next entry he waxes sentimental asking her to ac- l quit him of ''Rudness, if he drew off her glove. Enquiring reason I told her It was great odds between handling a dead goat and living lady. Got it off, 1 Iolu her my daughter Judith was gone rom me and 1 was more lonesome and l tho't We might help to forward one another in our Journey to Canaan" This journey, however, is a deliber ate one, for he explains why he only visits her every other night, fearing
 he might drink to deep draughts of pleasure.
 Fond of Good Food and Drink We are always interested in knowing what another generation ate and drank. Judge Sewa1 records his many good dinners with much appreciation. On his numerous outings into the suburbs AS WI 1lCS must oDlluS1dSCiCdl OI 1lI6 Butter, Honey. Curds and Creams. For Diners, very good rost Lamb, Turkey Fowls, Able pye."
 We are surprised that he did not mention tea in his discussions as to the merit of certain wines be- lieve at that date, there were no tea kettles, and when the danes gather ed together for bit of gossip, each carried her own tea cup. very small, with spoon.
 The Great Social Event.
 The great social event in every com munity was the funeral. Sewall men tions nearly thirty of these functions at which he officiated. At one of these occasions he becomes poetical upon the decease of a much regretted wid- oW, Mrs Mary Coney, and pays her the following tribute:
 Three Sans being Bearers together on the right side, occasioned my bind ing all the Bearers up together in this band" Here is the band poetically on the bias:
 Three Sans, two Johns, and one
 good Tom
 Bore prudent Mary to her Tomb"
 But to return to our fair widow.
 Madame Is coy and extremely hard to please and sometimes the diary shows him quite down in the mouth.
 'In the evening I visited Mime. Win throp. who treated me courteously, but not in clean linen as sometimes. She said she did not now whether I would come again or no I ask'd her how she could so impute inconsistency to me. I had not visited her for several nights, being unable to get over the Indisposition reVeiv'd by her treat ment of me one night She was very courteous to me, but took occasion to speak pretty earnestly about my keeping a coach. I said 'twould cost one hundred pounds per annum. She said 'twould cost but forty
 Human Nature the Same.
 Human nature was much the same two hundred years ago, and the love of the Judges Dulcinea for the Flesh Pots of Egypt is noticeable through out the diary. This seems to have been a family failing, for Mime. Win throp's little grandson, David Jeffries, (with a puritanical eye on the Judges bright pennies, and an unpuritani- cal thought of the goodies they might buy) meets him one day and asks him if he is going to see his grandma" The judge with pleasant remembrance of grandma, gave him a penny" which doubtless developed the MachiaVellian instincts of the Puritan lad. Being encouraged by little David Jeffries' loving eyes and sweet words" our gal lant suitor goes straghtWay to Mime. Winthrop ito enquire whether she could find it in her heart to leave that house and neighborhood. I think (she said softly) not yet" At going she gave me a dram of Black Cherry Brandy. and a lump of sugar that was in it. Mid week went again and gave her about a half pound of Sugar AL monds, cost three shillings per pound. She seemed pleased with them, ask'd what they cost. Spake of giving her a hundred pounds per annum if dy'd would give me if she should die first would give me, if she should dies first"
 Admirable forethought displayedl
 Wigs.
 Among all sins of that time none trouble our moralist more than the custom of wearing wigs. He fought them with every possible weapon, for moral, mental and physical reasons, and after a convention at Hampton, travagant superflues Wigges is alto gether contrary to truth" When Mme. Winthrop suggests his adopting this headgear, he exclainhs: As to a Per riWig, my best and greatest Friend, I could not possibly have greater, be- born, and has continued 10 do so ever since and l could not find my heart to go to another. On a certain evening he finds his fair widow most taciturn, and his diary runs thus: 'Offer'd me no wine that I remember. I rose up at eleven o'clock to come away, say ing l would put on my coat. She of ferd not to help me. I prayed her that Juno Cher servant) might light me home She open'd the shutter, and said it was pretty light abroad; Juno was weary and gon to bed So l came home by Starlight. Jehovah Ji- rehI
 His Third Wife
 We read no more of Mime Winthrop's l humors in the journal, and the worthy 1 judge, soon after married his third | wife Mms. Gibbs, who survived him ] Their little trips into the suburbs after i, chestnuts seem to have brought event. l ful days in their mOnotonous lives, but ] even these excursions were not at 1 tempted without some conscience 1 bricks. He writes of taking his wife i to D-- flor cherries and rasp- berries that she might enjoy the ride i and open air" While she went into the orchard to eat fruit, Sewall spent l hours reading Calvin.
 The Thursday lecture took the place in the eighteenth century that the op- era takes in the nineteenth" Sewall 1 takes some favored member of the | family behind him on his saddle, and 1 rides to some adjoining town for a l treat Ca pet word with him meaning 1 pleasure) to hear the lecture, Judge | Sewalrs estimate of Moston is shared | by number in our day. He writes:
 Last night had a very unusual 1