A QUAKER JUMPING A DITCH.
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gs A QUAKER JUMPING A DITCH.

 Hezek;ah Broadbrim was fat quaker, in the state of New Jersey, who sold molass-- es. codfish, coffee, china and earthen ware, cloths, and all sorts of liquors. We Ike the Quakers very much, who are Quakers

 in deed as well as name; but Hezek'ah

 was a Hickory Quaker. He was somc-

 what of an old bachelor and had a sister

 who was somewhat of an old maid. But she was the best creature alive straight as candle, blooming as arose, and smil- ing as charity. Her name was Dorcas.

 HezekiaIl and Dorcas walked out one

 Sunday afternoon, in the blooming month of May. to breathe the fresh air and view

 the meadows. The walking was smooth and delightful, with no manner of obstruc- lions except here and there ditch tull of water: spanned by few bridges ; and too vide for any man of ordinary jumping ca- pacity to jump at a single bound. bsl Hezekiah valued himself as fat people commonly do, on his agility and instead 1 of walking few additional rods for the sake of a bridge, must needs leap every

 ditch he came to. [ sThee'd better not try that, Hezekiah.

 said his kind and considerate sister, & Never thee miad, Dorcas, returnet

 Hezekiah, s.there's no danger. have jumped many bigger ditch when ! wasn'

 half my present size. I Ali that is very likely. But recollect l IIezekiah, thee's grown exceedingly pur sey since thee was young man.. .Purssy Well, if have, there is n reason why I should not be as agile as be ! fore. | tell thee, Dorcas, { can jump thi \ ditch without SO much as touching q flnger' Az, but thes'll touch thy feet to 'h lboitom. .srv "a

 sThee,s but woman, Dorcas and th lfears magnify this narrow ditch even so river. Now stand thee aside, that ' ma | have full sweep according to my abilities { z Nay. brother Hezekiah, thee'd bette

 | nos- -The ditch is wide, and tlse boiio' muddy; and thee'II assufedly spoil th | Sunday clothes, if no worse, V. II "A fudge for thy fcaEss sifi they sha