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Here's a sperrit," said the lan'lord, a smile once more beamin on his face, "which will talk through him like a Dutch father! I'm the sperrit for you, young feller!" "You're a helthy old sperret," I remarkt; and then I saw the necessity of gettin him out of the hall. The wimin was yellin and screaming, and the men was hollerin' perlice. A perliceman really came and collerd my fat fren.
Lisbeth, not listening to him, read these few words: "DEAR COUSIN, Be my Providence; give me three hundred francs this day. "What does he want so much money for?" "The lan'lord!" said Chardin, still trying to sketch arabesques.
How surblime the tho't, my dear Madam, that this infant as you fondle on your knee on this night, may grow up into a free and independent citizen, whose vote will be worth from ten to fifteen pounds, accordin as suffrage may range at that joyous perid!" Let us now return, jentle reader, to the lan'lord of the Green Lion, who we left in the bar in a state of anxiety and perspire.
"Do I feel for it?" ansered the lan'lord, in a puzzled voice " do I feel for it?" "Yes; for the oppressed, the benighted?" "Inasmuch as to which?" said the lan'lord. "You see this man?" said the female, pintin her umbreller at the negro gentleman. "Yes, marm, I see him." "Yes!" said the female, raisin her voice to a exceedin high pitch, "you see him, and he's your brother!"
"No, I'm darned if he is!" said the lan'lord, hastily retreating to his beer-casks. "And yours!" shouted the excited female, addressing me. "He is also your brother!" "No, I think not, marm," I pleasantly replied. "The nearest we come to that color in our family was the case of my brother John. He had the janders for sev'ral years, but they finally left him.
My young readers, who wish to know about Shakspeare, better get these vallyable remarks framed. I returned to the hotel. Meetin a young married couple, they asked me if I could direct them to the hotel which Washington Irving used to keep? "I've understood that he was onsuccessful as a lan'lord," said the lady. "We've understood," said the young man, "that he busted up."
Trooly Yours, Artemus Ward. You'll be glad to learn that I've made a good impression onto the mind of the lan'lord of the Green Lion tavern. He made a speech about me last night. Risin' in the bar he spoke as follers, there bein over 20 individooals present: "This North American has been a inmate of my 'ouse over two weeks, yit he hasn't made no attempt to scalp any member of my fam'ly.
The consequence was that Arkansas shortly began to glower upon him dangerously, and presently said: "Lan'lord, will you p-please make that remark over agin if you please?" "I was a-sayin' to Scotty that my father was up'ards of eighty year old when he died." "Was that all that you said?" "Yes, that was all." "Didn't say nothing but that?" "No nothing." Then an uncomfortable silence.
"I'm sorry for that," said the lan'lord with a sigh, "but you think he was a man who would wish to see licensed vittlers respected in their rights?" "No doubt." "Wall," said the lan'lord, "jest you keep a eye on me." Then risin to his feet he said, in somewhat husky yet tol'bly distink voice, "Mr. Crumbwell!" "Cromwell!" I cried. "Yes, Mr. Cromwell: that's the man I mean, Mr.
I said, "Bigsby, if you do that agin, I shall hit you! Much as I respect you and your excellent faml'y, I shall disfiger your beneverlent countenance for life!" "What has ruffled your spirits, friend?" said the lan'lord. "My spirits has been ruffled," I ansered in a bittur voice, "by a viper who was into the Crimea.
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