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Quid. Suraja Dowla is no more! Hurrah!
Feeb. Poor man! he 's stark, staring mad.

Quid. Our men diverted themselves with killing their bul locks and their camels, till they dislodged the enemy from the sotagon, and the counterscarp, and the bungalow

Feeb. I'll hear the rest to-morrow morning. Oh! I'm ready to die!

Quid. Odds-heart, man, be of good cheer! The new nabob, Jaffer Alley Cawn, has acceded to a treaty; and the English company got all their rights in the Phiemad and the Fushbulhoornons.

Feeb. But, dear heart, Mr. Quidnunc, why am I to be disturbed for this?

Quid. We had but two seapoys killed, three chokeys, four gaul-walls, and two zemindars. Hurrah!

Feeb. Would not to-morrow morning do as well for this? Quid. Light up your windows, man!-light up your windows! Chandernagore is taken! Hurrah!

Feeb. Well, well! I'm glad of it. Good night. (Going.) Quid. Here-here's the "Gazette."

Feeb. Oh, I shall certainly faint! (Sits down.)

Quid. Ay, ay, sit down, and I'll read it to you. (Begins to read. Feeble moves away.) Nay, don't run away: I've more news to tell you. There's an account from Williamsburgh, in America. The superintendent of Indian affairsFeeb. Dear sir! dear sir! (Avoiding him.)

Quid. He has settled matters with the Cherokees-(Fol lowing him.)

Feeb. Enough, enough! (Moving away.)

Quid. In the same manner he did before with the Catabaws -(Following him.)

Feeb. Well, well!-your servant. (Moving off)

Quid. So that the white inhabitants-(Following him.) Feeb. I wish you would let me be a quiet inhabitant of my own house.

Quid. So that the white inhabitants will now be secured by the Cherokees and the Catawbas

Feeb. You better go home, and think of appearing before the commissioners.

Quid. Go home! No, no! I'll go and talk the matter over at our coffee-house. (Going.)

Feeb. Do so, do so!

Quid. (turning back.) I had a dispute about the balance of power. Pray, now, can you tell—

Feeb. I know nothing of the matter.

Quid. Well, another time will do for that. I have a great deal to say about that. (Going-returns.) Right! I had like to have forgot. There's an erratum in the last "Gazette." Feeb. With all

my

heart.

Quid. Page 3, 1st col., 1st and 3d lines, for bombs read booms.

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Quid. Nay, but that alters the sense, you know. Well, now, your servant. If I hear any more news, I'll come and tell you.

Feeb. For heaven's sake, no more!

Quid. I'll be with you before you're out of your first sleep

Feeb. Good night, good night! (Hurries off.)

Quid. (screaming after him.) I forgot to tell you—the emperor of Morocco is dead. So now, I have made him happy. I'll go and knock up my friend Razor, and make him happy, and then I'll go and see if anybody is up at the coffeehouse, and make them all happy there, too.

too;

TALKING LATIN.-HALIBURTON.

FEELIN' a hand on my arm, I turns round; and who should I see but Marm Green! Dear me, said she, is that you, Mr. Slick? I've been looking all about for you for ever so long. How do you do? I hope I see you quite well. Hearty as brandy, marm, says I, tho' not quite as strong, and a great

deal heartier for a seein' of you. How be you? Reasonable well, and stirrin', says she: I try to keep amovin'; but I shall give the charge of things soon to Arabella. Have you seen her yet? No, says I; I hav'n't had the pleasure since her return; but I hear folks say she is a most splendid fine gall. Well, come, then, said she, atakin' o' my arm; let me introduce you to her. She is a fine gall, Mr. Slick-that's a fact; and tho' I say it, that shouldn't say it, she's a considerable of an accomplished gall too. Now, I take some credit to myself, Mr. Slick, for that. She is throwed away here; but I was detarmined to have her educated, and so I sent her to bordin' school; and you see the effect of her five quarters. Afore she went, she was three years to the combined school in this district that includes both Dalhousie and Sherbrooke. You have combined schools in the States, hav'n't you, Mr. Slick? I guess we have, said I; boys and galls combined; I was to one on 'em, when I was considerable well grown up. Dear me, what fun we had! It's a grand place to larn the multiplication table at, ain't it? I recollect once-Oh, fie! Mr. Slick, I mean a siminary for young gentlemen and ladies, where they larn Latin and English combined. Oh, latten! said I; they larn latten there, do they? Well, come, there is some sense in that I didn't know there was a factory of it in all Nova Scotia. I know how to make latten. Father sent me clean

away to New York to larn it. You mix up calamine and copper, and it makes a brass as near like gold as one pea is like another; and then there is another kind o' latten workin' tin over iron-it makes a most complete imitation of silver. Oh! a knowledge of latten has been of great sarvice to me in the clock trade, you may depend. It has helped me to a nation sight of the genuwine metals-that's a fact.

Why, what on airth are you atalkin' about? said Mrs. Green. I don't mean that latten at all; I mean the Latin they larn at schools. Well, I don't know, said I: I never seed any other kind o' latten, nor ever heerd tell of any. What is it? Why, it's a- - it's a—. she; only you make as if you

Oh, you know well enough, said didn't, to poke fun at me. I

believe, on my soul, you've been abammin' of me the whole blessed time. I hope I be shot if I do, said I; so do tell me what it is. Is it anything in the silk factory line, or the strawplat, or the cotton-warp way? Your head, said she, considerable miffy! is always a runnin' on a factory. Latin is aNabal, said she, do tell me what Latin is. Latin? says he,— why, Latin is- -ahem, it's- -what they teach at the combined school. Well, says she, we all know that as well as you do, Mr. Wisehead; but what is it? Come here, Arabella dear. and tell me what Latin is? Why, Latin, ma, said Arabella, is—am-o, I love; am-at, he loves; am-amus, we love;—that's Latin. Well, it does sound dreadful pretty, tho', don't it? says I; and yet, if Latin is love, and love is Latin, you hadn't no occasion and I got up, and slipt my hand into hers—you hadn't no occasion to go to the combined school to larn it; natur', says I, teaches that a- -and I was whisperin' of the rest o' the sentence in her ear, when her mother said, Come, come, Mr. Slick, what's that you are asaying of Talkin' Latin, says I, smiling at Arabella;-ain't we, miss? Oh yes, saia she, returning my glance and larfin';-oh yes, mother; arter all, he understands it complete. Then take my seat here, says the old lady, and both on you sit down and talk it; for it will be a good practice for you;-and away she sailed to the end of the room, and left us a talking Latin!

for

QUEER MISTAKE.-ANON.

A POOR Simple foreigner, not long ago,
Whose knowledge of English was simply so so,
At a shop window reading, "Good pickles sold here,"
To the shopwoman said, "Vat is pickles, my dear ?”

"Why, pickles," says she, " is a sort of a name
Like preserves, and the meaning is nearly the same;
For pickling preserves, though not quite the same way—
Yet 'tis much the same thing, as a body may say."

The foreigner bow'd, and gave thanks for his lesson;
Which, the next day, at dinner, he made a fine mess on;
For a loud clap of thunder caus'd Miss Kitty Nervous
To start from her chair, and cry, "Mercy, preserve us !"
While he, keeping closely his lesson in view,
Cried, "Mercy, preserve us, and pickle us too!"

INCIDENTS OF TRAVEL-MAJOR JONES.

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I'D hearn a great deal about steam ingins, but if the Semmynole ingins is any uglier, or frightfuller than they is, I don't wonder nobody wants to tack 'em. Why sich other cogwheels, cranks and conflutements, I never did see—and then they's so spiteful, and makes the fire fly so. I couldn't help feelin sort o' skeered of it all the time, and I wouldn't been that feller what rid on top of the critter, and fed and watered it, not for no considerashun. I was lookin round it a little, to try to git the hang of it, when the feller just tetched one of the fixins, and feugh-h-h! it went rite in my ear, and like to blowd my brains out with hot steem. My eyes !" ses I, "mister, what made it do that!" it was jest blowin its another thing, and the infurnel critter set up a yell like a panther with a grindstone on his tale. Thunderation, how the stcem did fly! enuff to blow all creation to Ballyhack. "All aboard," ses the man, the bell tapped, and in bout a minit everybody was stowed away and waitin. Chug, went sumthing, and away I goes rite over the back of the seat-it jerked once more, and then it begun to go. Chow, chow, chow-chew, chew, chew-che, che, chittu, chit-to, fit-te, fit, fit, fit, cher-r-r-r-r; and the whole bilin of us was gwine a long with a perfect whiz; and the way the fire flew was miracelus-grate big sparks now and then dodgin all round a feller's face like a yaller-jacket, and then drappin rite down in his busum. For sum time it would tuck three men to watch the sparks of one, and they couldn't.

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