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when Tom Corwin and Tom Ewing were on a
political pilgrimage to the northern part of the
State, they were invited to tarry over night with
a distinguished local politician. The guests
arrived rather late, and the lady of the mansion
being absent, a niece undertook to preside on
the occasion. She had never seen great men,
and supposed they were elephantine altogether,
and all talked in great language. “Mr. Ewing,
will you take condiments in your tea, sir?” in-
quired the young lady. “Yes, Miss, if you
please,” replied the quondam Salt Boiler. Cor-
win's eyes twinkled. Here was fun for him.
Gratified with the apparent success of her first

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trial at talking with big men, the young lady

o a moment, added, “especially pop

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hearers to repentance with great earnestness, that his guardian supplied him, rather seldom
spoke in passionate terms of the purity of his with pocket-money, and felt a little hesitation on
own motives—he had no concealments—he wish-Ibeginning to make a request on his relative's
ed there was a window in his bosom that every|generosity, “is, the queen's head still on the
one could see his heart. At this point, a man|hilling pieces."... 9...os. i.i...o. tupid
| rose, and with marked solemnity asked the rev-lad; why do you ask that? Becaus; it is now
| erend gentleman “if he did not think a panel such a length of time since I had one.
| in his stomach would do just as well ?” “I o: on Sunday,” remark-
- -_ _ - ed a good old lady who kept a candy shop, “be-
§: .# o dangerous part, cause they carries 'em to church and eats 'em,
y ut stealing largely is a noble art: and keeps awake to hear the sermon; but if
Tis mean to rob a henroost of a hen, you want pickled limes, you must come week
But stealing millions makes us gen-tle-men |days. They’re secular commodities.”

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other BostonSemi-Weekly Centinel. It contain
a report of Webster's speech in reply to Hayne.
was carried to the chamber of Captain Thoma
with the announcement of what it containe
Captain Thomas was scarcely aroused by it. H
was not believing, but faithless. He said, “M
Hayne cannot be answered; it is of no use
think it.”
The newspaper was left, and the bearer to
his leave.
Soon a joyful noise was heard in the chamb
of Capt. Thomas. The sick man had read to
speech of Webster, was cured, and cried at t
top of his voice, “BRING MEMy Boots.”

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“Mrs. Polly,” said Uncle Eb, of an old necticut town, as he hobbled into the house o ancient maiden lady, one pleasant morning, “Mrs. Polly, you're a fustrate sweeper. My wife thinks she's a pretty tall one, but she'll take her broom and go all over the house and can't raise as big a pile of dirt as you’ve got together in five minutes there !” Uncle Eb left very soon. Another instance of his wit is on record : Going into the nicely clean dwelling of a neighbor, one day, with suspicious looking boots, the gude wife hailed him with, “Did you not see the scraper at the door, Uncle Ebo" “Yes'm,” was the reply, “and I intend to use it when I go out.”

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