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He sometimes remarks on our being the "cleanis' gentlemun in de wueld," but we contrive that no whisper of the real state of the case ever reaches his ear, and he is allowed to sweep and dust a little to satisfy his mind. By LIZZIE W. CHAMPNEY. "It is a cameo to break one's heart!" said Mrs. Dalliba, as she toyed with the superb jewel.
These syllables, being very subordinate, should not be made to stand out with undue distinctness, and though the vowels should not be distorted into a wrong form, they should be obscured. In "gentlemen," for example, the "e" is, according to the dictionary, an "obscure" vowel, and the word is pronounced almost as "gentlem'n," not "gentlemun," of course, but not "gentlemen."
But thaih hain't no trueh wued then ev'y station has its hawdships, gentlemun, en mine ah not exemp', mine ah not exemp'. "Fus'ly, thaih's the 'sponsebility. W'y, this yeah ve'y mawnin' I banked nigh on to a thousan' dollehs fu' de young boss.
Ole colored gentlemun he's been hurtid, an' sent me atter you." It did not take half a minute to lock the door and we proceeded down-stairs together. "He's down yere on Eutaw Street," continued my informant. "Dey's fightin' all 'long dere I come nigh gittin' hit myself he gimme ten cents to come tell yer maybe he's done dade now," he added, cheerfully, as we gained the street, and began to walk.
He had assumed a very pompous, hortatory manner, and I could well believe he held a prominent position in Asbury class. "Yes, gentlemun; yes," he was saying, "ez Brotheh Jones 'mahks, I do live in a ve'y su-peeiaw at-mos-pheeh suh-roundid by people of leahnin', with books, pens, blottehs, letteh-pess, en what not, ez common ez these yeah bricks which I see befo' me.
En w'en I tell you mo'n two hundred stamps is passed my mouth this yeah blessid evenin', 't will give you some slight idee of the magnitude of the duties I has to puffawn. W'y, gentlemun, I is drank wateh, an' I is drank beeh, but my mouth hain't got back hits right moistuh yit."
"De ole gentlemun, he 'lowed puticler you wa'n't to run no resk 'count o' him." "Where is he?" I asked. "In the thick of it?" "No, sir; he's lay'n' down in a little alley clean off d' street." "Come on, then; you'll have to show me where it is. I won't let you get hurt."
Mildini, who, it seemed, was "Mademoiselle Therese," who not only could draw enchanting melodies from a violin, but could make it speak in the language of various barnyard creatures, such as geese, chickens, pigs oh, almost anything. And the music she could extract from one string "one string, mind you, ladees and gentlemun!" It was marvelous.
See how shameful he treated that hily respecterble injun gentlemun, Mister Otheller, makin him for to beleeve his wife was too thick with Casheo. Obsarve how Iargo got Casheo drunk as a biled owl on corn whiskey in order to karry out his sneekin desines. See how he wurks Mister Otheller's feelins up so that he goze and makes poor Desdemony swaller a piller which cawses her deth. But I must stop.
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