Ex. 132. - TRY AGAIN. - Oliver (

CHARACTERS. — MISS AUBREY, a school-teacher

SCENE.

JE

ABBIE FORBES, and KATE TERRY, &

- A school-room. JENNIE WHEATON S in hand.

ENNIE. O, it is well enough to ke time, Try again, try again; but it i thing when one comes to try. I know there's no use of my attempting it. I I say. What does she care, though? ] could n't do it, and that I had invited a party this afternoon; and all she said go as soon as I finished this horrid ol here it is past three o'clock already, a any nearer to the answer than I was dismissed. Let me see: six times fou

two to carry; six times seven ar down two and carry four; six times would n't come right! - it's too bad!

times four are twenty-four; six times five, and two makes thirty-seven; n

still. I can't do it, and I won't try any more; so here goes the old slate! (Throws it on the floor and goes to the window.) O, there's Abbie and Kate! I'll call them up here. Ahem! hem! Abbie! hem! Kate! come up!

us.

Kate (without). No, we can't. Miss Aubrey would catch

Jennie. No, she won't. She is n't here. She said she was going out, and would be back in about an hour, when I should by that time, probably, have my sum done. Pretty consolation for me, is n't it?

come up, please.

Kate (without). Well, we will.

(Enter KATE AND ABBIE.)

But do

Jennie. Now, let's see. What shall we do to pass away the time? (ABBIE goes to the blackboard and draws a caricature, writing MISS AUBREY'S name underneath.) Ha ha! That's good!

Kate. Make her nose a little

(Enter MISS AUBREY.)

Miss A. So, so, Miss Wheaton ! and this, I suppose, is the very hard way in which you have attempted the solution of that problem. I confess I should find it quite difficult, under the circumstances, myself (looking at the drawing). And that, I suppose, is intended to make the solution easier for you. The new patent multiplier, I suppose. And you, Miss Forbes, are the inventor of it, I should imagine. And Miss Terry was about passing her judgment on the nose. Continue your sentence, Miss Terry: "Make her nose a little" — what? Kate (embarrassed). I am sure I don't know.

Miss A. Come, give us your opinion of the nose. Kate. I beg your pardon, Miss Aubrey, for my impertinence. I am very sorry, I am sure.

Miss A. Ah! but why not continue your sentence?

I really believe it was a thoughtless a will not be guilty of it again. So no trouble yourselves no more about it.

Kate (aside). Well out of this scrape, a

Abbie (aside). How easily I got out she won't say anything to my father abo

Miss A. And now, Miss Wheaton, I su you have finished your lesson, as you ha time to play with your friends. Let m Jennie. I can't do it. I've tried for I really can't get the answer right. Miss A. Can't! Why, that word, the the dictionary. Let "Try again" be

"I can't."

Jennie. Well, I don't care; I can't do Miss A. Then, for this once, I will sh your slate. (JENNIE hands it to her.) Dear m der six times seven are thirty-five! Y your multiplication-table. A girl of yo such a mistake; it is really too bad. are forty-two; remember that.

Jennie. O dear, so it is! Why there exact answer.

Miss A. Yes; and the answer whic might easily have obtained if you had

little perseverance. And now do you

be very easy upon close inspection. And ugh life you will surely be successful if n steadfast to the principle implied in the again. [Exeunt.

TOM SLOWBOY, Conservative; SAM SLY, Radical. m at a school exhibition. SAM SLY seated among the audience.

(with extravagant and awkward gestures). Mr. and Gentlemen: It is my pe-rivilege to ou to-night (or day) as the ex-ponent of a en, which is destined to make a new era history; a party, gentlemen, standing upon Don which our forefathers stood; a party, ve all trickery; the party which is to save country, this mighty, this stupendous - stretching from the St. Lawrence to the y the Atlantic and the Pacific, yet hangs of ruin.

ves there a man, with soul so dead,

ho never to himself has said—"

you will cast such an overwhelming vo of the town of Scratchgravel

Sly. Hurrah for Old Nick!

Slow. This is the man, gentlemen, w

You know him well.

worth of this famed
of — of —
Sly. The onion.

Slow. The onion,

The public spirit,

patriot, this great

no, no, the Unic

have had quite enough of this.

Sly. I guess we all have.

Slow. I did n't come here to be insult

speech.

Sly. So do I. Go it, Slowboy.

Slow. Mr. Nickodemus Orcutt, gentl thoughtful friend of the people; not a to drive the country to perdition with locomotives, but a man anxious to do all revive the good old days of safety and gentlemen, deeply read

Sly. Especially his nose.

Slow. Confound you, Sly! — thorough
Sly. Mark his whiskers.

Slow. Will somebody put that boy ou

not turn a hair –

Sly. 'Cause he 's bald.

Slow. O, won't you catch it?

a ha

the party lines; a conservative man,