The Knickerbocker, Vol. 22, No. 2, August 1843Various
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The Knickerbocker, Vol. 22, No. 2, August 1843
Various
Periodicals
While Mr. Jones was sitting one day in this happy frame of mind,
tugging very hard at a most obdurate piece of leather, his
reflections were suddenly interspersed with a series of original
ideas. Unable to compete with his rival, he would call on him
immediately, and offer his services as a copartner in his business
and a husband for his daughter. Animated by these conceptions, Mr.
Jones leaped from his sitting posture with a degree of activity that
astonished the Company, threw aside the cumbersome rigging peculiar
to his craft, devoted a few minutes to his toilet, and with hasty
strides started out on his errand of love and copartnership. By one
of those fantastic freaks which Fancy sometimes plays, his first
step on the pavement was arrested by a new thought which flashed
through his mind, and suffused his weazen face with smiles; and
turning on his heel, he reëntered the shop, and walked deliberately
into a private apartment, where he remained for several days on
the plea of pressing and important business, secluded from the
observation even of the Company. He had procured an immense board,
and a great pot of black paint; and that was all they knew.
Sailing under a fair sky, with the wind all astern, and his canvass
swelling in the breeze, Caleb Van Dyke was little prepared for the
clouds that so soon lowered above his head. Early one morning, when
on the point of resuming his daily toil, he glanced carelessly up
the street, and beheld a great crowd before the Yankee's door,
staring at a gigantic sign-board inscribed in quaint characters:
+---------------------------------+
| Jonas Jones and Company. |
| |
|MEN'S AND WOMEN'S CONSCIA RECTI. |
+---------------------------------+
Adjusting his spectacles to reassure him that he was not dreaming,
and muttering something very dreadful to think of, he called the
school-master from the breakfast table, and directed his attention
to the rival sign-board.
'Well, well,' said Nicholas; 'nobody but a Yankee would ever have
thought of that. They are very bright over there; they have
translated a Latin inscription into English in a manner truly
original. I confess I never thought of _that_ before; we will see,
however; we will see.' And Nicholas went off in a brown study to his
school-room.
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