CONTENTS.
| Page | |
| Seeking his Fortune | [11] |
| One Week an Editor | [27] |
| Keeping Genteel Boarders | [37] |
| Mrs. Skinflint’s Bargains | [57] |
| Mrs. Grundy’s Tyranny | [67] |
| Aunt Hannah’s Valentine | [79] |
| Mr. Bliss’ Vision | [95] |
| High Life Below Stairs | [105] |
| Boarding on a Farm | [115] |
| Taming a Wife | [127] |
| John Smith’s Trials | [139] |
| Aunt Rachel’s Fright | [149] |
| The Hypochondriac Cured | [161] |
| Aunt Patience’s Ear-Trumpet | [169] |
| The Ghostly Visitation | [183] |
| Practical Husbandry | [193] |
| Mr. Smith’s Day at Home | [207] |
| The Country Cousin | [217] |
| Taking Poison | [231] |
| Deacon Robinson’s Present | [237] |
| Mrs. Marden’s Lesson | [249] |
| The Magic Mirror | [257] |
SEEKING HIS FORTUNE.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.
| Dea. Elnathan Peters, | a Farmer. |
| Mrs. Almira Peters, | his Wife. |
| Jonathan Peters, | his Son. |
| Thomas Hampton, | a Commission Merchant. |
| Samuel Jenkins, | his Clerk. |
Scene I.—An old-fashioned kitchen. Mrs. P. is paring apples, R. Dea. P. nodding over a newspaper, L. Jonathan, a tall, countrified-looking specimen, sits moodily, C., with chair tipped back, and his hands in his pockets.
Jonathan. Well, marm, I’ve made up my mind I shan’t stay in Beanville any longer.
Mrs. Peters. Why, Jonathan, how you dew talk! What’s got into you?
J. I’ve got tired of Beanville, marm, that’s what’s the matter. I aint goin’ to stay here all my life, raisin’ cabbages, and hoin’ taters. I’m fit for somethin’ better.
Dea. Peters (rousing from his nap). What’s the boy talkin’ about, mother?