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You may have Cream Cheese to dinner as much as he somehow leaned too hard upon the table, and you choose, but I will not have him in the pulpit of down went the whole thing, table, bowl, punch, and my church.”
Boosey, and ended my poor carpet. I was sorry The same day, Mr. Cheese happened in about for that, and also for the bowl, which was a very lunch-time, and I asked him if his eyes were really handsome one, imported from China by my father's weak.
partner-a wedding-gift to me—and for the table, “Not at all,” said he, “why do you ask ?” a delicate rosewood stand, which was a work-table
Then I told him that I had heard he was so fond of my sister Lucy's—whom you never knew, and of candlesticks.
who died long and long ago. However, I was Ah! Caroline, you should have seen him then. amply repaid by Boosey's drollery afterward. He He stopped in the midst of pouring out a glass of is a very witty young man, and when he got up Mr. P.'s best old port, and holding the decanter in from the floor, saturated with punch (his clothes I one hand, and the glass in the other, he looked so mean), he looked down at the carpet and said: beautifully sad, and said in that sweet low voice : “Well, I've given that such a punch it will want
“Dear Mrs. Potiphar, the blood of the martyrs is some lemon-aid to recover.” the seed of the church.” Then he filled up his glass, I suppose he had some idea about lemon acid and drank the wine off with such a mournful, re- taking out spots. signed air, and wiped his lips so gently with his But, the best thing was what he said to me. He cambric handkerchief (I saw that it was a hem- is so droll that he insisted upon coming down, and stitch), that I had no voice to ask him to take a bit finishing the dance just as he was. The funny felof the cold chicken, which he did, however, without low brushed against all the dresses in his way, and, my asking him. But when he said in the same low finally, said to me, as he pointed to a lemon-seed voice, “A little more breast, dear Mrs. Potiphar," upon his coat: I was obliged to run into the drawing-room for a “I feel so very lemon-choly for what I have moment, to recover myself.
done." Darling Caroline—I don't care much—but did I laughed very much (you were in the other room), he ever have any thing to do with a Scarlet Woman but Mr. P. stepped up and ordered him to leave the You can imagine how pleasantly Lent is passing house. Boosey said he would do no such thing; since I see so much of him : and then it is so ap- and I have no doubt we should have had a scene, if propriate to Lent to be intimate with a minister. Mr. P. had not marched him straight to the door, How thankful we ought to be that we live now with and put him into a carriage, and told the driver so many churches, and such fine ones, and with such where to take him. Mr. P. was red enough when gentlemanly ministers as Mr. Cheese. And how he came back. * nicely it's arranged, that after dancing and dining However, to return to the party, I believe nofor two or three months constantly, during which, thing else was injured except the curtains in the of course, we can only go to church Sundays, there front drawing-room, which were so smeared with comes a time for stopping, when we're tired out, ice-cream and oyster gravy, that we must get new and for going to church every day, and (as Mr. P. ones; and the cover of my porcelain tureen was says) “striking a balance;". and thinking about broken by the servant, though the man said he being good, and all those things. We don't lose a really didn't mean to do it, and I could say nothing; great deal, you know. It makes a variety, and we and a party of young men, after the German Cotilall see each other, just the same, only we don't lion, did let fall that superb cut-glass Claret, and dance. I do think it would be better if we took shivered it, with a dozen of the delicately engraved our lorgnettes with us, however, for it was only last straw-stems that stood upon the waiter. That was Wednesday, at nine o'clock prayers, that I saw all, I believe-oh! except that fine “Dresden GalSheena Silke across the church, in their little pew lery,” the most splendid book I ever saw, full of at the corner, and I am sure that she had a new engravings of the great pictures in Dresden, Vienna, bonnet on; and yet, though I looked at it all the and the other Italian towns, and which was sent to time, trying to find out, prayers were fairly over Mr. P. by an old friend, an artist, whom he had before I discovered whether it was really new, or helped along when he was very poor. Somebody only that old white one made over with a few new unfortunately tipped over a bottle of claret that flowers. Now, if I had had my glass, I could have stood upon the table, (I am sure I don't know how told in a moment, and shouldn't have been obliged it got there, though Mr. P. says Gauche Boosey to lose all the prayers.
* knows,) and it lay soaking into the book, so that Mr. Potiphar has sent out for the new carpets. I almost every picture has a claret stain, which looks had only two spoiled at my ball, you know, and that so funny. I am very sorry, I am sure, but, as I tell was very little. One always expects to sacrifice at Mr. P., it's no use crying for spilt milk. I was tellleast two carpets upon occasion of seeing one's | ing Mr. Boosey of it at the Gnus' dinner. He friends. That handsome one in the supper room laughed very much, and when I said that a good was entirely ruined. Would you believe that Mr. many of the faces were sadly stained, he said in his P., when he went down stairs the next morning, droll way, “ You ought to call it L'opera di found our Fred and his cousin hoeing it with their Bordeaux ; Le Domino rogue." I supposed it little hoes? It was entirely matted with preserves was something funny, so I laughed a good deal. and things, and the boys said they were scraping it He said to me later: clean for breakfast. The other spoiled carpet was “Shall I pour a little claret into your book-I in the gentlemen's dressing room where the punch- mean into your glass ?” bowl was. Young Gauche Boosey, a very gentle Wasn't it a pretty bon-mot? manly fellow, you know, ran up after polking, and Don't you think we are getting very spirituel in was so confused with the light and heat that he this country? went quite unsteadily, and as he was trying to fill a I believe there was nothing else injured except glass with the silver ladle (which is rather heavy), the bed-hangings in the back-room, which were
somehow badly burnt and very much torn in pulling What gossips we women are, to be sure ! I meant down, and a few of our handsomest shades that to write you about our new livery, and I am afraid were cracked by the heat, and a few plates, which I have tired you out already. You remember when it was hardly fair to expect wouldn't be broken, and you were here, I said that I meant to have a livery, the colored glass door in my escritoire, against which for my sister Margaret told me that when they used Flattie Podge fell as she was dancing with Gauche to drive in Hyde Park, with the old Marquis of Boosey; but he may have been a little excited you Mammon, it was always so delightful to hear him know, and she, poor girl, couldn't help tumbling, say, and as her head hit the glass, of course it broke, Ah! There is Lady Lobster's livery." and cut her head badly, so that the blood ran down It was so aristocratic. And in countries where and naturally spoiled her dress; and what little es- certain colors distinguish certain families, and are critoire could stand against Flattie Podge? So hereditary, so to say, it is convenient and pleasant that went, and was a good deal smashed in falling. to recognize a coat-of-arms, or a livery, and to know That's all, I think, except that the next day Mrs. that the representative of a great and famous family Crosus sent a note, saying that she had lost her is passing by. largest diamond from her necklace, and she was “That's a Howard, that's a Russell, that's a Dorsure that it was not in the carriage, nor in her own set, that's de Colique, that's Mount Ague,” old Lord house, nor upon the sidewalk, for she had carefully Mammon used to say as the carriages whirled by. looked every where, and she would be very glad if I He knew none of them personally, I believe, except would return it by the bearer.
de Colique and Mount Ague, but then it was so • Think of that!
agreeable to be able to know their liveries. Well, we hunted every where, and found no dia Now why shouldn't we have the same arrangemond. I took particular pains to ask the servants ment? Why not have the Smith colors, and the if they had found it, for if they had, they might as Brown colors, and the Black colors, and the Potiwell give it up at once, without expecting any re-phar colors, etc., so that the people might say, “Ah! ward from Mrs. Cresus, who wasn't very generous. there goes the Potiphar arms." But they all said they hadn't found any diamond: There is one difficulty, Mr. P. says, and that is, and our man John, who you know is so guileless, that he found five hundred and sixty-seven Smiths although it was a little mysterious about that eme in the Directory, which might lead to some confusion. rald pin of mine,-brought me a bit of glass that But that was absurd, as I told him, because every had been nicked out of my large custard dish, and body would know which of the Smiths was able to asked me if that was not Mrs. Crosus's diamond. I keep a carriage, so that the livery would be recog. told him no, and gave him a gold dollar for his nized directly, the moment that any of the family honesty. John is an invaluable servant; he is so were seen in the carriage. Upon which he said, in guileless.
his provoking way, “Why have any livery at all, Do you know I am not so sure about Mrs. Crasus's then ?” and he persisted in saying that no Smith was diamond!
ever the Smith for three generations, and that he Mr. P. made a great growling about the ball. knew at least twenty, each of whom was able to set But it was very foolish, for he got safely to bed by up his carriage and stand by his colors. six o'clock, and he need have no trouble about re. “But then a livery is so elegant and aristocratic," placing the curtains, and glass, etc. I shall do all said I, “and it shows that a servant is a servant." that, and the sum total will be sent to him in a That last was a strong argument, and I thought lump, so that he ca
Mr. P. would have nothing to say against it; but he rattled on for some time, asking me what right I had to be aristocratic, or, in fact, any body else ;went over his eternal old talk about aping foreign habits, as if we hadn't a right to adopt the good usages of all nations, and finally said that the use of liveries among us was not only a “pure peacock absurdity," as he called it, but that no genuine American would ever ask another to assume a menial badge.
“Why!” said I, “is not an American servant a servant still ?"
“Most undoubtedly," he said ; "and when a man is a servant, let him serve faithfully; and in this country especially, where to-morrow he may be the served, and not the servant, let him not be ashamed of serving. But, Mrs. Potiphar, I beg you to observe that a servant's livery is not, like a general's uniform, the badge of honorable service, but of menial service. Of course, a servant may be as honorable as a general, and his work quite as necessary and well done. But, for all that, it is not so respected nor coveted a situation, I believe; and, in social estimation, a man suffers by wearing a livery, as he never would if he wore none. And while in countries in which a man is proud of being a servant (as every man may well be of being a good one), and never looks to any thing else, nor desires any change, a livery may be very proper to the state of society,