Uncle Dudley's odd hours, being the vagaries of a country editor . nted to be a brakeman, and if he could buy arailroad of his own, hed be a brakeman all he wantedto. Just then the train whistled, and we bade himadieu, and told him to be a good boy, and then hewould grow up a ditto man. As we stepped aboardthe train we heard him remark, that he didnt care adurn about our ditto, nor our keystones, neither—it wasrats and railroads he was after. I will drink vinegar; I will drink rancid milk,or foul water j I will drink what of the contents of thefilthiest cess-pool it is possible to drink, and c
Uncle Dudley's odd hours, being the vagaries of a country editor . nted to be a brakeman, and if he could buy arailroad of his own, hed be a brakeman all he wantedto. Just then the train whistled, and we bade himadieu, and told him to be a good boy, and then hewould grow up a ditto man. As we stepped aboardthe train we heard him remark, that he didnt care adurn about our ditto, nor our keystones, neither—it wasrats and railroads he was after. I will drink vinegar; I will drink rancid milk,or foul water j I will drink what of the contents of thefilthiest cess-pool it is possible to drink, and call it , I will never again drink any intoxicating liquid,though it be the most delicate elixir, sparkling withthe most brilliant ** beads, served in a diamond glass,and reflecting in its bowl the tiniest rainbows from themellow light of the stained windows of a palace, totempt my lips. This is what we heard a man say, aday or two since. He was swearing off. The fol-lowing day, however, he was just as drunk as thoughnothing had happened. ODD HOURS. 189.
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