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Title: Sixth reader for the use of schools
Year: 1868 (1860s)
Authors: Newell, McFadden Alexander
Subjects: Readers
Publisher: Kelly, Piet
Contributing Library: Towson University, Special Collections at the Albert S. Cook Library
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r starve on a penny than work for a pound.
If left to himself, he would have whistled life away in perfect con-
tentment ; but his wife kept continually dinning in his ears abou
this idleness, his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his
family. Morning, noon and night her tongue was incessantly going,
and everything he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of house-
hold eloquence. Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of
the kind, and that, by frequent use, had grown into a habit. He
shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said
nothing. This, however, always provoked a fresh volley from his
wife; so that he was fain to draw off his forces, and take to the out-
side of the house—the only side which, in truth, belongs to a hen-
pecked husband.
10. Rip's domestic was his dog Wolf, who was as much hen-
pecked as his master; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as com-
panions in idleness, and even looked upon Wolf with an evil eye, as

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the cause of his master going so often astray. True it is, in all
points of spirit befitting an honorable dog, he was as courageous an
animal as ever scoured the woods—but what courage can withstand
the ever-during and all-besetting terrors of a woman's tongue? The
moment Wolf entered the house his crest fell, his tail drooped to
the ground, or curled between his legs, he sneaked about with a
gallows air, casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle,
and at the least flourish of a broomstick: or ladle, he would fly to the
door with yelping precipitation.

LXXIL—RIP VAN WINKLE—(CONTINUED.)
1. TIMES grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years
of matrimony rolled on ; a tart temper never mellows with age, and
a sharp tongue is the only edge tool that grow» keener with const

RIP VAN WINKLE. 18

use. For a long time he was used to console himself, when driven
from home, by frequenting a kind of perpetual club of the sages,
philosophers, and other idle personages of the village ; which held
its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund
portrait of His Majesty George the Third

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