Identifier: harpersnewmonthl00alde (find matches)
Title: Harper's new monthly magazine
Year: 1850 (1850s)
Authors: Alden, Henry Mills, 1836-1919 Harper & Brothers John Davis Batchelder Collection (Library of Congress)
Subjects: Culture Civilization American literature
Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
ome sign of food andrest. Before it stood a carriage which hadbrought a gentleman and three ladies—verygenial and friendly persons, although they spokea most decided patois. They had just ordereddinner, and the huge stove at one end of theguests room sent out a terrible heat. Thelandlord was a slow, peaceful old fellow, withthat meek air which comes from conjugal sub-jugation. But his wife was a mixture of thun-der, lightning, and hail. The first thing shedid was to snatch a pair of red worsted slippersfrom a shelf; then she rubbed her bare feetagainst the edge of a chair to scrape off the sand,and, sitting down, pulled up her dress so as toshow the greater part of a pair of very solid legs,and put on the slippers. There! said she,stamping until the tables rattled, now comesmy work. Its me that has it to do. Oh yes! somany at once, and nothing in the house. Man!and thou standest there, stock-still. Ach! here,thou Barbel! See there ! (_Bov(j goes the 154 HARPERS NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
Text Appearing After Image:
THE TEMPEST. kitchen-door.) It is a cursed life! (Bang theother door.) Ach! Hal! Ho, there! sheshouted from the street. Just then came a hay-wagon from Berneck,with thirteen additional guests. The thundersagain broke heavily, and for half an hour rolledback and forth, from kitchen to stall, and fromstall to kitchen, without intermission. The oldpeasants, with their beev-seidls before them,winked at each other and laughed. I was get-ting hungry, but scarcely dared to ask for din-ner. Finally, however, I appealed to the meeklandlord. Be so good as to wait a little, hewhispered; it will come after a while. Pres-ently his son came in with a newspaper, saying, Mammy, theres t Ziting (Zeitung). Getout o my way ! she yelled. Ja, jo, I shouldread t paper, shouldnt I ? Ha! Ho, there!Man! Barbel! and the storm broke out afresh.I wish it were possible to translate the coarse,grotesque dialect of this region—which is to pureGerman what Irish is to English, and with ascharacteristic a flavor—b

Note About Images