Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a PoliticianHolley, Marietta
Religion
Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a Politician
Holley, Marietta
Methodist Church (U.S.) -- Fiction; Temperance and religion -- Fiction; Women -- Suffrage -- Fiction
“Then, there are the Chinese. When we send them back into heathendom,
we ought to send in the ship with them, some appropriate biblical texts,
and some mottoes emblematical of our national eagle protecting and
clawing the different nations.
“And when we send the Irish paupers back into poverty and ignorance, we
ought to send in the same ship, some resolutions condemning England for
her treatment of Ireland.”
Says I, “Most probable the Goddess of Liberty Enlightenin' the World,
in New-York Harbor, will hold her torch up high, to light such ships on
their way.”
And he said, “Yes, he thought so.” Says he, “There is very important
laws up before the House, now, about hens' eggs--counting them.” And
says he, “Taking it with all those I have spoke of and other kindred
laws, and the constant strain on our minds in trying to pass laws to
increase our own salaries, you can see just how cramped we are for
time. And though we would love to pass some laws of Truth and
Righteousness,--we fairly ache to,--yet, not having the requisite time,
we are obliged to lay 'em on the table, or under it.”
“Wall,” says I, “I guess I might jest a well be a goin'.”
I bid him a cool good-bye, and started for the door. I was discouraged;
but he says as I went out,--
“Mebby William Wallace will do the errent for you.”
Says I coldly,--
“William Wallace is dead, and you know it.” And says I with a real lot
of dignity, “You needn't try to impose on me, or Dorlesky's errent, by
tryin' to send me round amongst them old Scottish chiefs. I respect
them old chiefs, and always did; and I don't relish any light talk about
'em.”
Says he, “This is another William Wallace; and very probable he can do
the errent.”
“Wall,” says I, “I will send the errent to him by Bub Smith; for I am
wore out.”
As I wended, my way out of Mr. Blains'es, I met the hired man, Bub
Smith's friend; and he asked me,--
“If I didn't want to visit the Capitol?”
Says I, “Where the laws of the United States are made?”
“Yes,” says he.
And I told him “that I was very weary, but I would fain behold it.”
And he said he was going right by there on business, and he would be
glad to show it to me. So we walked along in that direction.
It seems that Bub Smith saved the life of his little sister--jumped off
into the water when she was most drowned, and dragged her out. And from
that time the two families have thought the world of each other. That is
what made him so awful good to me.
Wall, I found the Capitol was a sight to behold! Why, it beat any
buildin' in Jonesville, or Loontown, or Spoon Settlement in beauty and
size and grandeur. There hain't one that can come nigh it. Why, take all
the meetin'-housen of these various places, and put 'em all together,
and put several other meetin'-housen on top of 'em, and they wouldn't
begin to show off with it.
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