The Kentuckian in New-York; or, The Adventures of Three Southerns. Volume 1 (of 2) — John Shaqi
The Kentuckian in New-York; or, The Adventures of Three Southerns. Volume 1 (of 2)Caruthers, William Alexander
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The Kentuckian in New-York; or, The Adventures of Three Southerns. Volume 1 (of 2)
Caruthers, William Alexander
Adventure stories; City and town life -- New York (State) -- New York -- Fiction
"But next comes the awful reward of transgression in the morning;
dry throats, aching limbs, torn coats, sick stomachs, haggard
countenances, swelled heads. The trembling and moody toilet is
made; the bell rings for prayers; and a more repentant set of
sinners never assembled under its sound. All wonder what has
become of the joyous feelings of the previous night, and think
with shame of such actions and speeches as they can recollect.
Hereupon follows a gloomy and melancholy day. They are home-sick.
Relations, friends, and the scenes of childhood, with all their
quiet, innocent, and heartfelt pleasures, glide before the
imagination. The head becomes dizzy; the heart palpitates; the
hands tremble, and the sight grows double. Then comes the fear of
illness, and death in a strange land. Associates of the 'row' are
avoided; several chapters in the Bible are read; repentance is
promised; sleep settles the nervous system; and next morning they
arise gay and happy. This continues until the scene is repeated,
and so on, until one half forswear brandy and the other half
become confirmed sots.
"Here is a coherent epistle for you. But if you dislike it, send
it back, and I will divide it into--first--secondly--thirdly, et
cetera, as the old president did his sermons.
"B. RANDOLPH."
CHAPTER VI.
After the visit to the monument, Chevillere daily inquired concerning
the health of the interesting invalid; and as regularly was
indisposition pleaded for her non-appearance. Late in the evening of the
third day, he was slowly pacing the pavement in front of the hotel; now
and then throwing a wistful glance at the lighted window of the lady,
when all at once he suddenly wheeled round, and grasping in the dark,
was surprised to find that a person whom he had supposed to be
impertinently dogging his steps, had eluded his grasp. He grimly smiled
at his own exasperation for an imaginary cause, hastily adjusted his
cloak, and turned down the street leading most directly to the bay.
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