Miscellania [pp. 70-71]

The Ladies' repository: a monthly periodical, devoted to literature, arts, and religion. / Volume 9, Issue 3

70 MISOELLANIA. MISCELLANIA. BY PROFESSOR LARRABEm]E| GENTLE READER, it is a long time since last we met. Spring, with its ethereal mildness, and its budding beauty, has come and gone. Summer, with its sunshine and flowers, has passed away. Autumn, with its ripe fruits, and its falling leaves, has given place to winter, that now is spreading its white windingsheet over all the beauty of earth. Let us sit down together before the blazing fire onil the cheerful hearth, while the winds are whistling without, and talk over the scenes of the past year. How have you been this long time? There is on your brow that which speaks of change. There is yet a sweet smile on your lip, and a merry light in your eye; but there is much of the serious and the sedate in your appearance. Have earth's changes borne heavily on your heart? Have the deep, dark shadows of the grave passed before you? Let me not, however, revive sad remembrances. Let them sleep on deep in your bosom, and let not me, by any ill-advised word, recall them to life. My friend, the Editor, has greatly amused you by describing some of the strange incidents that befell him in his perilous pilgrimage last summer. I have a mind, also, to take you along with me on a brief excursion, to see if we may pick up by the way something for amusement or instruction. DANDIES AND DOGS. One morning last summer, awaking earlier than usual, I found myself lying in a berth on a steamboat moored at the city of Cincinnati. An hour or two afterward, I was ascending rapidly along the banks of the beautiful Miami. About noon I found myself at Springfield, a place I had never seen before, but of whose beauty I had heard much. An omnibus was ready at the depot, and I was soon set down with my baggage at the hotel. Soon dinner was announced. The day was one of the most delightful imaginable. The scenery along had really inspired me with some feelings of poetry. I was at peace with myself and all the world, and felt much like enjoying a good dinner. We were ushered into the dining-room, where the table was spread with provision sufficient, in variety and quantity, to satisfy reasonable men, and were seated promiscuously, as is usual in hotels accommodating transient travel. Just as I was about to commence operations, I cast my eyes up and down the table to observe the company. Nothing appeared particularly interesting till I happened to look directly across the table to my neighbor opposite me. Alas! that look spoiled my dinner. There sat a man, whose features might have been handsome, if you could have found them. But his chin, cheek, and upper lip, were so hairy, that when he tried to eat, you could only see, where his mouth ought to be, something that looked red. So greatly did the hair impede the admission of food to the mouth, that I really was afraid he would dislocate his jaws —he had to open them so wide. For all this, however, the thing might have been tolerable, but for an appendage in the shape of a hairy, dirty, gray-whiskered, sore-eyed dog, which the man, or thing wearing man's clothes, held to his breast in his left hand, while he tried to eat with his right. Now I have no great objection to good-looking dogs: indeed, I am rather fond of them. I have long kept a large, noble, magnanimous, brave dog, the protector of all the children about the lot; and so great is my regard for him, that, fearing it might be too hard work for him to do all the barking, on account of the great number of visitors to whom he had to pay the canine salute, I procured a smaller one to help him. But such a dog, in the arms of such a man, in such a place, and at such a time, was equal to a dose of ipecac. I arose from the table, paid the door-keeper his half-dollar for looking at the dinner and the dog, and congratulated myself on being well out of that scrape. At that time the distance from Springfield to Urbana was passed in stages. There were lots of passengers to be sent along, and not knowing when my turn would come, I waited patiently until my name was called, when I stepped into the stage, and took the only vacant seat, being the middle one. What was my dismay, on looking up, to find facing me, on the front seat, that same old dog, in the lap of the same biped. If a man finds himself in a perilous position, the safer way is to face the danger manfully. It also is wisdom to improve every opportunity to acquire knowledge; and being somewhat fond of natural history, I thought I might avail myself of the two hours' ride, to ascertain whether the biped with the dog was one of the descendants of Esau, or an improved species of ourang outang, or, what was most likely, a new genus of animal. The result of my investigation was, that it was neither of these, but a new variety of humanity, of which I had before heard, but had never found a well-authenticated specimen, called the French Dandy. I learned that he belonged to the migrating animals, and was now on his way from New Orleans to the north. I learned, also, that a welldefined woman, in appearance, sitting on the back seat, acknowledged him for her husband, "De gustibus non disputandum." She was, however, about as snappish and unamiable as the dog. I did really hope they were not going north for the same reason that fish go up stream at certain seasons of the year; for I should not want to see any more of the same sort. Arriving at Urbana, I observed that the man, dog, and woman retired to a chamber, as I supposed, for the night. I, therefore, resolved to go on to Sandusky that night, thinking my tormentors would not leave till morning. I had just got well fixed in a comfortable seat in the car, and was con gratulating myself on passing a night as pleasantly as could be hoped on a railroad, when in came the man, woman, and dog. To my utter consternation, he placed his wife in the seat before me, and thrust I I I I I 70 I MISCELLANIA.

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