The Complete Works of Josh Billings. Billings Josh

The Complete Works of Josh Billings - Billings Josh


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marry for pedigree, and feel big for six months, and then very sensibly cum tew the conclusion that pedigree ain’t no better than skimmilk.

      Sum marry tew pleze their relashuns, and are surprized tew learn that their relashuns don’t care a cuss for them afterwards.

      Sum marry bekauze they hav bin highsted sum whare else; this iz a cross match, a bay and a sorrel; pride may make it endurable.

      Sum marry for love without a cent in their pocket, nor a friend in the world, nor a drop ov pedigree. This looks desperate, but it iz the strength ov the game.

      If marrying for love ain’t a suckcess, then matrimony iz a ded beet.

      Sum marry bekauze they think wimmin will be skarse next year, and liv tew wonder how the crop holds out.

      Sum marry tew git rid ov themselfs, and diskover that the game waz one that two could play at, and neither win.

      Sum marry the seckond time to git even, and find it a gambling game, the more they put down, the less they take up.

      Sum marry tew be happy, and not finding it, wonder whare all the happiness on earth goes to when it dies.

      Sum marry, they kan’t tell whi, and liv, they kan’t tell how.

      Almoste every boddy gits married, and it iz a good joke.

      Sum marry in haste, and then set down and think it careful over.

      Sum think it over careful fust, and then set down and marry.

      Both ways are right, if they hit the mark.

      Sum marry rakes tew convert them. This iz a little risky, and takes a smart missionary to do it.

      Sum marry coquetts. This iz like buying a poor farm, heavily mortgaged, and working the ballance ov yure days tew clear oph the mortgages.

      Married life haz its chances, and this iz just what gives it its flavour. Every body luvs tew phool with the chances, bekauze every boddy expekts tew win. But i am authorized tew state that every boddy don’t win.

      But, after all, married life iz full az certain az the dry goods bizziness.

      No man kan swear exackly whare he will fetch up when he touches calico.

      Kno man kan tell jist what calico haz made up its mind tew do next.

      Calico don’t kno even herself.

      Dri goods ov all kinds iz the child ov circumstansis.

      Sum never marry, but this iz jist az risky, the diseaze iz the same, with no other name to it.

      The man who stands on the bank shivvering, and dassent, iz more apt tew ketch cold, than him who pitches hiz hed fust into the river.

      Thare iz but phew who never marry bekauze they won’t they all hanker, and most ov them starve with slices ov bread before them (spread on both sides), jist for the lack ov grit.

      Marry yung! iz mi motto.

      I hav tried it, and kno what i am talkin about.

      If enny boddy asks yu whi yu got married, (if it needs be), tell him, yu don’t reccollekt.

      Marriage iz a safe way to gamble – if yu win, yu win a pile, and if yu loze, yu don’t loze enny thing, only the privilege ov living dismally alone, and soaking yure own feet.

      I repeat it, in italicks, marry young!

      Thare iz but one good excuse for a marriage late in life, and that iz —a second marriage.

      FASHION’S PRAYER

      Kind Fortune may thi mersys endure forever; smile thou out ov thi loving eyes upon this fine bust ov mine.

      Strengthen mi husband, and may hiz faith and hiz money hold out to the last.

      Draw the lamb’s wool ov unsuspicious twilight over hiz eyes, that mi flirtashuns may look to him like viktorys, and that mi bills may strengthen hiz pride in me.

      Bless, oh! Fortune, mi crimps, rats, and frizzles, and let thi glory shine upon mi paint and powder.

      When i walk out before the gaze ov vulgar man, regulate mi wiggle, and add nu grace tew mi gaiters.

      Bless all dri goods klerks, milliners, manty-makers and hair-frizzers, and give immortality to Lubin and hiz heirs, and assighns forever.

      Lead me bi the side ov colone waters, and fatten mi calves upon the bran ov thi love.

      Blister, oh! Fortune, with the heat ov thi wrath, the man who treds upon the trail ov my garments.

      Take mi two children oph from mi hands, for they bother me, and take them to be thi children, and bring them up to suit thiself.

      When i bow miself in worship, grant that i may do it with ravishing elegance, and perserve unto the last the lily-white ov mi flesh, and the taper ov mi fingers.

      Smile thou graciously, oh! Fortune, upon mi nu silk dress, now in the hands of the manty-maker, and may it fit me all over like unto, as the ducks foot fitteth the mud.

      Destroy mine enemys with the gaul ov jealousy, and eat thou up with the teeth ov envy, all thoze who gaze at mi style.

      Save me from wrinkles, and foster mi plumpness.

      Fill both mi eyes, oh! Fortune, with the plaintive pizon ov infatuashun, that i may lay out mi viktims, the men as knumb-images graven.

      Let the lily, and the roze, strive together in mi cheek, and may mi nek swim like a goose on the buzzum ov krystal waters.

      Enable me, oh Fortune, to wear shoes still a little smaller, and save me from all korns, and bunyons.

      Bless Fanny mi lap dog, and rain down bezom ov destruckshun upon thoze who would hurt a hair ov Hektor mi kitten.

      Remove far from me all the wails of the sorrowful, and shield mi sensitiff natur from the klamours ov the widder.

      Shed the light ov thi countenance on mi kammel’s hair shawl, and mi necklace ov dimonds, I beseech thee.

      Enable the poor to shirk for themselfs, and save me from all missionary beggars.

      I hav always ben a friend to thee, oh Fortune, therefore bless me for ever, and ever.

      THE BIZZY BODY

      I don’t mean the industrious man, intent, and constant in the way of duty, but he who, like a hen, tired ov setting, cums clucking oph from the nest in a grate hurry, and full ov sputter, az fat spilt on the fire; scratching a little here, and suddenly a little thare; chuck full ov small things, like a ritch cheeze; up and down the streets, wagging around evry boddy, like a lorst dorg; in and out like a long-tailed mouse; az full ov bizzness az a pissmire, just before a hard shower; more questions tew ask than a prosekuting attorney; az fat with pertikulars, az an inditement for hog stealing; as knowing az a tin weathercock.

      This breed ov folks do a small bizznes on a big capital, they alwus know all the sekrets within ten miles, that aint worth keeping, they are a bundle of faggot fakts, and kan tell which sow in the neighborhood haz got the most pigs, and what Squire Benson got for marrying hiz last couple.

      All ov this iz the result ov not knowing how to use a few brains to advantage, if they only knew a little less they would be fools, and a little more would enable them to tend a fresh lettered gideboard, with credit to themselfs, and not confusion to the travellers.

      The Bizzy Body iz az full ov leizure az a yearling heifer, hiz time, (nor noboddy else’s) aint worth nothing to him, he will button hole an auctioneer on the block, or a minister in the pulpit, and wouldn’t hesitate tew stop a phuneral procession to ask what the corpse died of. They are az familiar with every boddy az a cockroach, but are no more use to you, az a friend, than a sucked orange.

      Theze bizzy people are of awl genders – maskuline, feminine and nuter, and sumtimes are old maids, and then are az necessary in a community as dried herbs in the garret.

      One bizzy old maid, who enjoys her vittles, and dont keep a lot ov tame kats for stiddy employment,


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