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Jinks was on his knees before Miss Sallianna there. Our last view of Mr. Jinks was at Bousch's tavern, when, mounting in a manner peculiar to himself behind Ralph, the warlike gentleman set out to take revenge.
Verty will attend in front of Bousch's tavern, for the purpose of having himself exterminated and killed? How would that do?" Ralph chokes down a laugh, and, pretending to regard Mr. Jinks with deep admiration, says: "An excellent plan very excellent." "You think so?" says his companion, dubiously. "Yes, yes; you should, however, be prepared for one thing." "What is that?" "Mr. Verty's reply."
It was many years after the quaker inroad; in fact the eighteenth century, with all its philosophical, political, and scientific "protests" everywhere, was nearly dead and gone, when another scene occurred at Bousch's tavern, which history knows something of. As that august muse, however, does not bury herself with personal details, we will briefly refer to this occurrence.
Jinks did not doubt his ability to perform the latter; and thus he went on his way in doubt and wrath. At least he would go that very morning and charge her with perfidy; and so having decided upon his course so far, he strode on rapidly. Mr. Jinks bent his course toward Bousch's tavern, where he proposed to take up his temporary residence.
Jinks sipped his rum, and ruminated. Ralph was smiling; Mr. Jinks scowling, and evidently busy with great thoughts, which caused his brows to corrugate into hostile frowns. It was the room of Mr. Jinks, in Bousch's tavern, which saw the companions seated thus opposite to each other the time, after breakfast; the aim of the parties, discussion upon any or every topic. Mr.
So Bousch's Tavern was only fated to be historical, when Mr. Jinks approached it that character having not yet been attached to it. Whether the absence of such associations affected the larder in Mr. Jinks' opinion, we cannot say probably not, however. Certain is it that Jinks entered with dignity, and accosted the fat, ruddy, German landlord, Mr.
Jinks went along, thus absorbed in his dreams of vengeance, he chanced to raise his head; which movement made him aware of the fact that a gentleman with whom he was well acquainted rode in the same direction with himself that is to say, toward Bousch's tavern. This was Verty, who, absorbed as completely by his own thoughts as was Mr.
Samuel Kercheval, and also in an interesting Philadelphia publication, "Friends in Exile." To this day the old sun-dial in the garden of "Bousch's Tavern" has upon it the inscription: "Exul patria causâ libertates" with the names of the unfortunate exiles written under it always provided that the dial itself remains, and the rain, and snow, and sun, have not blotted out the words.
And having uttered this speech with great agitation, and numerous gasps, Mistress O'Calligan yielded to her nerves, and reposed upon Mr. Jinks' breast. Fifteen minutes afterwards Mr. Jinks was going back to Bousch's tavern, mounted on Fodder, and grimacing. "She'll do it, sir! she'll do it!" said Mr. Jinks; "we'll see. Look out for gory blood, sir!" And that was all. As Mr.
Come and see me at Bousch's tavern where I am staying, if my visnomy has made a favorable impression Ah! there's Fanny! I must fly to her the charming infant." And the young man gave a farewell nod to Verty, and went on singing, and making signs to the distant Fanny.
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