The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 13, November, 1858: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and PoliticsVarious
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 13, November, 1858: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics
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He never said a word aginst any vittles that was set before him, but
I mistrusted that he was more partickerlar in his eatin' than he
wanted folks to know of, for I've know'd him make believe to eat,
and leave the vittles on his plate when he didn't seem to fancy 'em;
but he was very careful never to hurt my feelin's, and I don't
belief he'd have spoke, if he had found a tadpole in a dish of
chowder. But nothin' could hurry him when he was about his vittles.
Many's the time I've seen that gentleman keepin' two or three of 'em
settin' round the breakfast-table after the rest had swallered their
meal, and the things was cleared off, and Bridget was a-waitin' to
get the cloth away,--and there that little man would set, with a
tumbler of sugar and water,--what he used to call O Sukray,
--a-talkin' and a-talkin',--and sometimes he would laugh, and
sometimes the tears would come into his eyes,--which was a kind of
grayish blue eyes,--and there he'd set and set, and my boy Benjamin
Franklin hangin' round and gettin' late for school and wantin' an
excuse, and an old gentleman that's one of my boarders a-listenin'
as if he wa'n't no older than my Benj. Franklin, and that
schoolmistress settin' jest as if she'd been bewitched, and you
might stick pins into her without her hollerin'. He was a master
hand to talk when he got a-goin'. But he never would have no
disputes nor long argerments at my table, and I liked him all the
better for that; for I had a boarder once that never let nothin' go
by without disputin' of it, till nobody knowed what he believed and
what he didn't believe, only they was pretty sure he didn't believe
the side he was a-disputin' for, and some of 'em said, that, if you
wanted him to go any partickerlar way, you must do with him just as
folks do that drive--well, them obstinate creeturs that squeal so,--
for I don't like to name such creeturs in connexion with a gentleman
that paid his board regular, and was a very smart man, and knowed a
great deal, only his knowledge all laid crosswise, as one of 'em
used to say, after t'other one had shet him up till his mouth wa'n't
of no more use to him than if it had been a hole in the back of his
head. This wa'n't no sech gentleman. One of my boarders used to say
that he always said exactly what he was a mind to, and stuck his
idees out jest like them that sells pears outside their shop-winders,
--some is three cents, some is two cents, and some is only one cent,
and if you don't like, you needn't buy, but them's the articles and
them's the prices, and if you want 'em, take 'em, and if you don't,
go about your business, and don't stand mellerin' of 'em with your
thumbs all day till you've sp'ilt 'em for other folks.
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