My opinions and Betsy Bobbet'sDesigned as a beacon light, to guide women to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, but which may be read by members of the sterner sect, without injury to themselves or the book . emotion, Horace you dont knowme! I am not a female lobsteress! I am JosiahAllens wife. He came forward and shook hands with me, andsays he, I know you will excuse my vehemence,when I tell you, I am almost devoured by office seek-ers ! He cleared a path through the papers on thefloor to some chairs, but as we set down, he continuedin tremblin tones, for it seemed as if he couldnt f
My opinions and Betsy Bobbet'sDesigned as a beacon light, to guide women to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, but which may be read by members of the sterner sect, without injury to themselves or the book . emotion, Horace you dont knowme! I am not a female lobsteress! I am JosiahAllens wife. He came forward and shook hands with me, andsays he, I know you will excuse my vehemence,when I tell you, I am almost devoured by office seek-ers ! He cleared a path through the papers on thefloor to some chairs, but as we set down, he continuedin tremblin tones, for it seemed as if he couldnt for-get his troubles, Foxes and woodchucks have holes, but a candi-date for the Presidency cant find none small enoughto hide in, I did, says he sithin deeply, I didhave a few peaceful, happy hours in the suller of mydwellin house ; he paused, overcome by sad recolec-tions, and says I, deeply sympathizm and interested, What broke it up Horace 3 They found the out door suller way; so, says hesithin agin, I lost that peaceful haven. Wall says I, tryin to soothe his agitation, Youre one in a high, noble place, Horace. Yes! says he, but it places anybody under avery strong light—a very strong light. I have never. MEN ALL ALIKE. 3ll done anything out of the way sense J was first born,but what I have seen it in the papers. I tore mvpantaloons once, says he, gloomily, in ^ettin overthe fence at the early age of J and a half, and I bitmy mother once at the age of 7 months a nursin1, 1could wish these two errors of my past to be forgottenby the world and overlooked, but in vain. I amtaunted with em on every side. I never threw a bootjack at a torn cat in the dead of the night, but whatmy picture has been took in the act, I never swore aoath to myself in the depths of my own stomach, butwhat I have seen that unspoken oath in the papers. Lnever jawed Mrs. (ireeley about my shirt buttons,he continued, sadly, in the depths of our secludedchamber, but what it has been illustrated with note-
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