AUNT NABBY'S STEWED GOOSE.


A YANKEE ExrRAvAGANzA.
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1t was my Aunt Nabby's birthday, and
she was bent upon having stewed goose;
stewed onions, and with cabbage and salt
pork to match.


..Pollijah," said she to me, .be'nt we
cot a goose bout the larTnl'


..No,' said |; "we eat the old gander a
Christmas, and he was the last of the pat
riarchs."


Aunt Nabby went down TO Sue, who was
getting breakfast.


susanna" said she, s'the boy tells how
we be mt got goose in creation; now what
shall we dol"


$50 without" replied Susanna with that
amiable tone which father said had worn
off her teeth to the gums.


Aunt Nabby, however, was bent upon a
goose, and when such straight and stiff
person gets bent upon any thing, you may
consider the matter settled; and | saw tina,
a goose Of some kind would be had a, some
raie or other.


"Here, you critter," cried Aunt Nabby,
to the little black specimen Of the human fam-
ily, that was digging potatoes in the garden,
''here i want you to 60 along to the neigh
bors and borry goose. -. .l


Cato laid down his hoe, got over the
fence, and shoveled Off on his broad pcdes-
tails 10 get goose. r...


The first house Cato came TO, was that
OF Sam Soap, into the shop went the YAM
kee fred negro, and making bow to Mr..
Soap, who sat like Hindoo idol. busily
employed in patching an old blue coat with
still older brown rags, and humming most
mournfully the air Of
aye banks and bsaes of bonny Doom"


"Mr Soap" says Cato, ssyou haint got
no goose, nor nothin, haini We, for Aunt
Nabbyl" r


Soap was literal (not literary man,
and so he called to his daughter Proprieiy,
who having but one eve, was likewise cali
ed Justice--that is. by some who were
classical, "Priety." says he '.gin Cato my
goose" tG ~ sGla la..


'Priety, like good girl, took the broad
flat-iron off the Shelf and telling Cato TO
be as 'careful as everlasting not to get it
wet" she wrapped it in a paper and away
went the web-footed mortal to deliver his
charge to-Susanna.


"My gracious" said Susanna, aif that
are niger haint got me an iron goose to
stewl'' 'fln cai


But nevertheless, as her business was 10
stew the goose and ask no questions, at II
she went, and pretty soon the tailor's trea-
sure was simmering among onions, and car
rots, and cabbages, and turnips, and spices;
all as nice, as need be. After breakfast,