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
“And now,” says I, sithin' a little, “I have got to do Dorlesky's
errents.”
He, too, sithed. His linement fell. I pitied him, and would gladly have
refrained from troubling him more. But duty hunched me; and when she
hunches, I have to move forward.
Says I in measured tones, each tone measurin' jest about the same,--half
duty, and half pity for him,--
“Dorlesky Burpy sent these errents to you. She wanted intemperance done
away with--the Whiskey Ring broke right up. She wanted you to drink
nothin' stronger than root-beer when you had company to dinner, she
offerin' to send you a receipt for it from Jonesville; and she wanted
her rights, and she wanted 'em all this week without fail.”
He sithed hard. And never did I see a linement fall further than his
linement fell. I pitied him. I see it wus a hard stent for him, to do it
in the time she had sot.
And I says, “I think myself that Dorlesky is a little onreasonable. I
myself am willin' to wait till next week. But she has suffered dretfully
from intemperance, dretfully from the Rings, and dretfully from want of
Rights. And her sufferin's have made her more voyalent in her demands,
and impatienter.”
And then I fairly groaned as I did the rest of the errent. But my
promise weighed on me, and Duty poked me in the side. I wus determined
to do the errent jest as I would wish a errent done for me, from
borryin' a drawin' of tea to tacklin' the nation, and tryin' to get a
little mess of truth and justice out of it.
“Dorlesky told me to tell you that if you didn't do these things, she
would have you removed from the Presidential chair, and you should
never, never, be President agin.”
He trembled, he trembled like a popple-leaf. And I felt as if I should
sink: it seemed to me jest as if Dorlesky wus askin' too much of him,
and was threatenin' too hard.
And bein' one that loves truth, I told him that Dorlesky was middlin'
disagreeable, and very humbly, but she needed her rights jest as much as
if she was a dolly. And then I went on and told him all how she and her
relations had suffered from want of rights, and how dretfully she had
suffered from the Ring, till I declare, a talkin about them little
children of hern, and her agony, I got about as fierce actin' as
Dorlesky herself; and entirely unbeknown to myself, I talked powerful on
intemperance and Rings--and sound.
When I got down agin onto my feet, I see he had a sort of a worried,
anxious look; and he says,--
“The laws of the United States are such, that I can't interfere.”
“Then,” says I, “why don't you _make_ the United States do right?”
And he said somethin' about the might of the majority and the powerful
rings.
And that sot me off agin. And I talked very powerful, kinder allegored,
about allowin' a ring to be put round the United States, and let a lot
of whiskey-dealers lead her round, a pitiful sight for men and angels.
Says I, “How does it look before the Nations, to see Columbia led round
half tipsy by a Ring?”
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