The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 3, November, 1834Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 3, November, 1834
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American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Well, well, said I, come in out of the air, and I will reason with her.
So saying I led the way to the principal apartment in the house, which
served as parlor, drawing room, and dining room--where the landlady
soon made her appearance. She was a small, thin-faced woman, her form
wiry and attenuated; her motions rapid and nervous; countenance much
wrinkled, and of most forbidding expression, and a voice from which no
art could have extracted a sound bearing the remotest relationship to
harmony. Her dress was evidently suited to the season, when members of
congress are seeking quarters for the winter, and when those who have
them at disposal, are interested in putting the best possible face on
every thing appertaining to their establishments. Her costume was, a
silk frock, stretched upon her bony frame, and a yellow gauze turban,
of monstrous size, decked with crimson ribbons, perched upon the top of
her head, which thus seemed enveloped in "fire and brimstone:"--These
awkwardly worn habiliments betrayed the fact that the lady had passed
the day in attending the calls of the law-givers of the land, with the
laudable design of enhancing the value of her accommodations, in the
eyes of some rustic Solon, but newly caught, by the genteel appearance
of their mistress.
I addressed this formidable figure, with an inquiry whether we could
not remain with her for the night, referring to the state of the
weather as rendering it almost impossible to make search for lodgings
that evening.
The lady eyed me with great scrutiny, and there was an elevation of her
nasal organ, while looking at me, which distorted to a more hideous
expression than was natural, her weather-beaten visage.
"Indeed," said she, "you can't stay, and that's all about it. Three
_members_ have just sent down to say that they would take the rooms
what they look'd at this morning, and that they must be fix'd up this
very night. So you see you can't stay. It a'nt my fault--and so I can't
say no more about it."
"Then we _must_ look for other lodgings. But you can give us supper.
The members of Congress have not bespoken _that_ also, I presume."
"Well--no. You _can_ eat your suppers here I spose."
"And this lady can remain here until I can obtain other quarters."
"Well, I've no particular objection to her sitting here awhile."
Just then supper was served, and we partook of it. Our travelling
companion was at the table, but scarcely recognized us, and the
landlady was barely civil. When the meal was over, I requested the
latter to allow a servant to accompany me in my search, as I was
ignorant of the location of the principal boarding houses. Her son, a
pert lad of about thirteen, volunteered to pilot me, and without delay
we sallied out.
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