GETTING UP.

Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume 4, Issue 344, 4 November 1879, Page 3

GETTING UP.

Have you brought my boots, Jerriinia? Leave them at my chamber door. Does the water boil, Jemima?; Place;it also on the floor.

Eight o'clock already is it ? How's the weather; pretty line? Eight is toleiably early ; I can get away by nine... - . . - .. Still I feel a little sleepy/ though I came io'bed at one. . . - Put the bacon on, Jemima; see the .eggs are nicely done. '..,.. - >'f ' ; I'll be down in twenty minutes—or, if possible in less ; • . - • ■::■': I s.hallnot.be long. Jemima, when vl once begin to dress., • ~;.';, .'..■;./■; She is gpne, the brisk jemima ; she is gone, and little thinks ...... How the sluggard yearns- t ; 6 ;: capture yet another foTty winks. : - ; '\ r /.l ,'.. ; Since the bard is human only—not an early village cock— ■■ ■ ■■'■''■ '. : Why should he salute the morning .at the hour o£ eight o'clock ? -...■;■ ... Stifled by the voice of duty, prudence, prj'thee cease to chide; ' ■'■ '' ! "While I turn me softly, gently, round upon my other side. . . ■ Sleep, resume thy downy empire; re-assert thy table reign ! ■ Morpheus, -why desert a fellow? Bring those poppies here again ! oo« « ; * What's the matter now, Jemima ? Nine o'clock ? It cannot be I . Hast prepared the eggs, the bacon, and the matutinal tea? ~ Take away the jug, Jemima ; go, replenish it anon. Since the charm of its caloric must be very nearly gone. . ■ ■ . She has left me. Let me linger till-she reappears again ; . ' ' . , ■ Let my lazy thoughts meander in a iree , and easy vein. After sleep's profounder solace, nought refreplies like the. doze. , . , Should I tumble off, no matter ; she will wake me, I suppose. ■ ■. • » o * * * Bless me, is it you," Jemima ? Mercy on up, .what a knock !■ , ■ ... •■ ' Can it be--l cah'f believe it—actually "ten .o'clock ? . . ...... - I will out of bed and shave me. Fetch me warmer water up! Let the tea be strong, Jemima. I -shall only,drink a cup. • • ' X r Stop a minute ! I remember 'an appointment by the way;' ■ ' " 'Twould have brought me mints of money; 'twas for ten o'clock to-day. Let me drown my disappointment, slumber in thy seventh heaven. You may go away, Jemima. Come and call me at eleven ! ......