The New Coal Stove.
We Never Had A Coal Stove Around The House Until Last Saturday. Have
Always Used Pine Slabs And Pieces Of Our Neighbor's Fence. They Burn Well,
Too, But The Fence Got All Burned Up, And The Neighbor Said He Wouldn't
Build A New One, So We Went Down To Jones' And Got A Coal Stove.
After Supper We Took A Piece Of Ice And Rubbed Our Hands Warm, And Went In
Where That Stove Was, Resolved To Make Her Draw And Burn If It Took All
The Pine Fence In The First Ward. Our Better-Half Threw A Quilt Over Her,
And Shiveringly Remarked That She Never Knew What Real Solid Comfort Was
Until She Got A Coal Stove. [more][Less]
I Shall Never Forget The One-Fourth Serious And Three-Fourths
Comical Astonishment, With Which, On The Morning of The Third Of
January Eighteen-Hundred-And-Forty-Two, I Opened the Door Of, And
Put My Head Into, A 'State-Room' On Board The Britannia Steam-
Packet, Twelve Hundred tons Burthen Per Register, Bound For Halifax
And Boston, And Carrying her Majesty'S Mails.
That This State-Room Had Been Specially Engaged for 'Charles
Dickens, Esquire, And Lady,' Was Rendered sufficiently Clear Even
To My Scared intellect By A Very Small Manuscript, Announcing the
Fact, Which Was Pinned on A Very Flat Quilt, Covering a Very Thin
Mattress, Spread Like A Surgical Plaster On A Most Inaccessible
It was as if some fairy had shaken her hand over the room, and let fall pleasant things everywhere. On the Marseilles quilt a gorgeous silk coverlet lay folded. On the dressing-table a confusion of vases and bottles, in coloured glass and painted china, were mixed up with combs and brushes and fans and watch pockets and taper stands. The table in the middle of the floor was heaped with elegant books and trinkets and work-boxes and writing implements; and book stands and book shelves were about, and soft foot cushions were dropped on the carpet, and easy arm-chairs stood conveniently, and some faint perfume breathed all through the room. Mrs. Candy was in one arm-chair and Clarissa in another. [more][Less]