Crusoe in New York, and other talesHale, Edward Everett
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Crusoe in New York, and other tales
Hale, Edward Everett
New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Short stories, American; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
He comes into the room
Where his darling has her seat.
When she sees the boy appear,
Quickly to his arms she flies
To kiss his lips, and kiss his eyes,
Her only love, her only dear,
And give him welcome sweet.
So the evening sped away;
And on the morning of another day
She was espoused to him there,
And so became the Lady of Beaucaire.
To both long days of pleasure came,--
Pleasure that was aye the same;
Nicolette, the happy she,
And Aucassin, the happy he.
And here will end my little lay,
Because I've nothing more to say.
THE LOST PALACE.
[From the Ingham Papers.]
"Passengers for Philadelphia and New York will change cars."
This annoying and astonishing cry was loudly made in the palace-car
"City of Thebes," at Pittsburg, just as the babies were well asleep,
and all the passengers adapting themselves to a quiet evening.
"Impossible!" said I mildly to the "gentlemanly conductor," who beamed
before me in the majesty of gilt lace on his cap, and the embroidered
letters P. P. C. These letters do not mean, as in French, "to take
leave," for the peculiarity of this man is, that he does not leave you
till your journey's end: they mean, in American, "Pullman's Palace
Car." "Impossible!" said I; "I bought my ticket at Chicago through to
Philadelphia, with the assurance that the palace-car would go through.
This lady has done the same for herself and her children. Nay, if you
remember, you told me yourself that the 'City of Thebes' was built for
the Philadelphia service, and that I need not move my hat, unless I
wished, till we were there."
The man did not blush, but answered, in the well-mannered tone of a
subordinate used to obey, "Here are my orders, sir; telegram just
received here from head-quarters: '"City of Thebes" is to go to
Baltimore.' Another palace here, sir, waiting for you." And so we were
trans-shipped into such chairs and berths as might have been left in
this other palace, as not wanted by anybody in the great law of natural
selection; and the "City of Thebes" went to Baltimore, I suppose. The
promises which had been made to us when we bought our tickets went to
their place, and the people who made them went to theirs.
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