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open; and there were the works; as good as if they were alive;

crown…wheel; balance…wheel; and all the rest。  All right except one

thing;there was a confounded little hair had got tangled round the

balance…wheel。  So my young Solomon got a pair of tweezers; and

caught hold of the hair very nicely; and pulled it right out; without

touching any of the wheels;when;buzzzZZZ!  and the watch had done

up twenty…four hours in double magnetic…telegraph time! The English

language was wound up to run some thousands of years; I trust; but if

everybody is to be pulling at everything he thinks is a hair; our

grandchildren will have to make the discovery that it is a hair…

spring; and the old Anglo…Norman soul's…timekeeper will run down; as

so many other dialects have done before it。  I can't stand this

meddling any better than you; Sir。  But we have a great deal to be

proud of in the lifelong labors of that old lexicographer; and we

must n't be ungrateful。  Besides; don't let us deceive ourselves;

the war of the dictionaries is only a disguised rivalry of cities;

colleges; and especially of publishers。  After all; it is likely that

the language will shape itself by larger forces than phonography and

dictionary…making。  You may spade up the ocean as much as you like;

and harrow it afterwards; if you can;but the moon will still lead

the tides; and the winds will form their surface。



Do you know Richardson's Dictionary?I said to my neighbor the

divinity…student。



Haow?said the divinity…student。 He colored; as he noticed on my

face a twitch in one of the muscles which tuck up the corner of the

mouth; (zygomaticus major;) and which I could not hold back from

making a little movement on its own account。



It was too late。 A country…boy; lassoed when he was a half…grown

colt。  Just as good as a city…boy; and in some ways; perhaps;

better;but caught a little too old not to carry some marks of his

earlier ways of life。  Foreigners; who have talked a strange tongue

half their lives; return to the language of their childhood in their

dying hours。  Gentlemen in fine linen; and scholars in large

libraries; taken by surprise; or in a careless moment; will sometimes

let slip a word they knew as boys in homespun and have not spoken

since that time;but it lay there under all their culture。  That is

one way you may know the country…boys after they have grown rich or

celebrated; another is by the odd old family names; particularly

those of the Hebrew prophets; which the good old people have saddled

them with。



Boston has enough of England about it to make a good English

dictionary;said that fresh…looking youth whom I have mentioned as

sitting at the right upper corner of the table。



I turned and looked him full in the face;for the pure; manly

intonations arrested me。  The voice was youthful; but full of

character。 I suppose some persons have a peculiar susceptibility in

the matter of voice。 Hear this。



Not long after the American Revolution; a young lady was sitting in

her father's chaise in a street of this town of Boston。  She

overheard a little girl talking or singing; and was mightily taken

with the tones of her voice。  Nothing would satisfy her but she must

have that little girl come and live in her father's house。  So the

child came; being then nine years old。  Until her marriage she

remained under the same roof with the young lady。  Her children

became successively inmates of the lady's dwelling; and now; seventy

years; or thereabouts; since the young lady heard the child singing;

one of that child's children and one of her grandchildren are with

her in that home; where she; no longer young; except in heart; passes

her peaceful days。 Three generations linked together by so light a

breath of accident!



I likedthe sound of this youth's voice; I said; and his look when I

came to observe him a little more closely。  His complexion had

something better than ;the bloom and freshness which had first

attracted me;it had that diffused tone which is a sure index of

wholesome; lusty life。  A fine liberal style of nature seemed to be:

hair crisped; moustache springing thick and dark; head firmly

planted; lips finished; as is commonly sees them in gentlemen's

families; a pupil well contracted; and a mouth that opened frankly

with a white flash of teeth that looked as if they could serve him as

they say Ethan Allen's used to serve their owner;to draw nails

with。  This is the kind of fellow to walk a frigate's deck and bowl

his broadsides into the 〃Gadlant Thudnder…bomb;〃 or any forty…port…

holed adventurer who would like to exchange a few tons of iron

compliments。 I don't know what put this into my head; for it was

not till some time afterward I learned the young fellow had been in

the naval school at Annapolis。  Something had happened to change his

plan of life; and he was now studying engineering and architecture in

Boston。



When the youth made the short remark which drew my attention to him;

the little deformed gentleman turned round and took a long look at

him。



Good for the Boston boy! he said。



I am not a Boston boy;said the youth; smiling;I am a Marylander。



I don't care where you come from;we'll make a Boston man of you;

said the little gentleman。  Pray; what part of Maryland did you come

from; and how shall I call you?



The poor youth had to speak pretty loud; as he was at the right upper

corner of the table; and the little gentleman next the lower left…

hand corner。  His face flushed a little; but he answered pleasantly;

telling who he was; as if the little man's infirmity gave him a right

to ask any questions he wanted to。



Here is the place for you to sit;said the little gentleman;

pointing to the vacant chair next his own; at the corner。



You're go'n' to have a young lady next you; if you wait till to…

morrow;said the landlady to him。



He did not reply; but I had a fancy that he changed color。  It can't

be that he has susceptibilities with reference to a contingent young

lady!  It can't be that he has had experiences which make him

sensitive!  Nature could not be quite so cruel as to set a heart

throbbing in that poor little cage of ribs!  There is no use in

wasting notes of admiration。  I must ask the landlady about him。



These are some of the facts she furnished。 Has not been long with

her。  Brought a sight of furniture;could n't hardly get some of it

upstairs。  Has n't seemed particularly attentive to the ladies。  The

Bombazine (whom she calls Cousin something or other) has tried to

enter into conversation with him; but retired with the impression

that he was indifferent to ladies' society。  Paid his bill the other

day without saying a word about it。  Paid it in gold;had a great

heap of twenty…dollar pieces。  Hires her best room。  Thinks he is a

very nice little man; but lives dreadful lonely up in his chamber。

Wants the care of some capable nuss。  Never pitied anybody more in

her lifenever see a more interestin' person。



My intention was; when I began making these notes; to let them

consist principally of conversations between myself and the other

boarders。  So they will; very probably; but my curiosity is excited

about this little boarder of ours; and my reader must not be

disappointed; if I sometimes interrupt a discussion to give an

account of whatever fact or traits I may discover about him。  It so

happens that his room is next to mine; and I have the opportunity of

observing many of his ways without any active movements of curiosity。

That his room contains heavy furniture; that he is a restless little

body and is apt to be up late; that he talks to himself; and keeps

mainly to himself; is nearly all I have yet found out。



One curious circumstance happened lately which I mention without

drawing an absolute inference。  Being at the studio of a sculptor

with whom I am acquainted; the other day; I saw a remarkable cast of

a left arm。  On my asking where the model came from; he said it was

taken direct from the arm of a deformed person; who had employed one

of the Italian moulders to make the cast。  It was a curious case; it

should seem; of one beautiful limb upon a frame otherwise singularly

imperfectI have repeatedly noticed this little gentleman's use of

his left arm。  Can he have furnished the model I saw at the

sculptor's?



So we are to have a new boarder to…morrow。  I hope there will be

something pretty and pleasing about her。  A woman with a creamy

voice; and finished in alto rilievo; would be a variety in the

boarding…house;a little more marrow and a little less sinew than

our landlady and her daughter and the bombazine…clad female; all of

whom are of the turkey…drumstick style of organization。  I don't mean

that these are our only female companions; but the rest being

conversational non…combatants; mostly still; sad feeders; who take in

their food as locomotives take in wood and wa

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