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Text for Page 120 [12-28-1861]

	           The Landlady�s Son.
He had, too, outraged them over the dinner-table
by reviling the �N.Y. Ledger� which the beefy-one
purchases and reads, when a good many tossings
of the head, sniffings, and nasal-upturnings and
�Did you evers?� ensued.       On Boweryem�s �squi-
ring Mina and Mrs. Geary home, the lat-
ter explained why she didn�t honor Bradshaw
with the office � that hideous but gallant individual,
it appears, hasn�t behaved with due respect to the
wife of the strabismic tenor � in other words has
tried carnal conclusions.     Geary himself is in
Boston.    I wouldn�t venture a bad shilling
on the chastity of all this rabblement of women,
especially the Irishry.   I have observed the slimy Leahy
indulging in cow-like endearments on the staircase
with Albert Boley, the delightful son of our land-
lady.    He is a lame, curly-black-haired fellow of
perhaps three and twenty, a perfect ruffianly b�hoy,
low gambler and irreclaimable loafer, who steals
soap and tobacco out of the boarder�s rooms, (if not
articles of more value) bullies his foolish mother,
lies abed till 2 or 3 in the afternoon, and brings
fellows of his own stamp home at those hours in
the morning, to share his bed in any room which
may be temporarily unoccupied.    He did the lat-
ter in the apartment next to mine to�ther night,
when I suppressed their noise by pounding on the               
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