The Anderson intelligencer. (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, April 05, 1866, Image 4
TS THE LAND "WHERE "WE "WERE "DBEABtU^'JJ.
BY DAS LUCAS, OF JEFTXRSOS CO., VA.
Pair were our visions 1 Oh, they were as grand
As ever floated out of Fancy land ;
Children were we in single faith,
But God-like children, whom, nor death,
Nor threai, nor danger drove from Honor's path,
In the land where we were dreaming.
Proud were our men, as pride of birth could render;
As violets, our women pure and. tender;
And when they spoke, their voice did thrill
Until atove the whip-poor-will,
At morn the mocking bird, were mute and still,
In the land where we were dreaming.
And we had graves that covered more of glory
. Than ever taxed tradition's ancient story;
And in our dream we wove the thread
Of principles for which had bled
And suffered long our own immortal dead,
In the land where we were dreaming.
Though in our land we had both bond and free,
- Both were content, and. so God let them be;
'Till envy coveted our land
And those fair fields our-valor won,
?But little recked we, for we still slept on
? In the land where we were dreaming.
Our sleep grew troubled and oar dream grew wild;
Red meteors flashed across our Heaven's field ;
Crimson the moon; between the Twins
Barbed arrows fly, and then begins
Such strife, as when disorder's chaos reigns
In the land where we were dreaming.
Down from her sunlit heights smiled Liberty
And waved her cap in sign of Victory?
The world approved, and everywhere
Except where, growled the Russian bear.
The good, the brave, the just gave us their prayer
In the land where.we were dreaming.
We fancied that a Government was ours?
We challenged place among the world's great
powers ;
We talked in sleep of Rank, Commission,
Until so life-like grew our vision,
That he who dared to doubt, but met derision
In the land were were dreaming.
We looked on high; a banner there was seen,
Whose field was blanched and spotless in iU sheen;
Chivalry's 3ross its Union bears,
And vet'rans swearing by the soars
Vowed they would bear it through a hundred wars
In the land where we were dreaming.
- A hero came among3t ns as we slept;
At first he lowly knelt?then rose and wept;
Then gathering up * thousand spears
He swept across tho field of Mars;
Thee bowed farewell and walked beyond the stars,
In the land where we were dreaming.
We looked again: another figure still
Gave hope, and nerved each individual will?
,Poll of grandeur, clothed with power,
Self-poised, erect, he ruled the hour
With stern majestio sway?of strength a tower
In the land were we were dreaming.
As while great Jove, in bronze, a warder God,
Gazed eastward from the Forum Where he stood,
Borne felt herself secure and free,
So, "Richmond's safe," we said, while we
Beheld a bronzed Hero?God-like Lee,
In tho land where wo were dreaming.
As wakes the soldier when the alarum calls?
as wakes the mother when her infant calls?
As starts the traveller when around
His sleeping couch the fire-bells sound?
So woke our nation with a single bound
Da the land where we were dreaming.
Wo I wo is me 1 the startled mother cried?.
While wo have slept our noble sons have died!
Wo! wo is me! how strange and sad,
That all our glorious vision fled
And left us nothing real but the dead,
In the land where wo were dreaming.
And are they really dead, our martyred sla'n ;
No ! dreamers ! morn shall bid them rise again
From every vale?from every height
On which they seemed to die for right?
Their goUant spirits shall renew the fight
In the land where we were dreaming.
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TEE DEVIL AND THE LAWYERS.
The devil came up to the earth one day,
And into the Court House he wended his way,
Just as an attorney, with very grave face,
Was proceeding to argue the points of a cose.
Now, a lawyer his majesty never hod seen,
For to his dominions none ever had been,
And he felt very curious the reason to know,
Why none had been sent to tho regions below.
'Twos the fault of his agents, his majesty thought,
Wby none of these lawyers had ever been caught,
And for his own pleasure, had a desire,
To come to the earth, and the reason inquire.
Well, the lawyer rose with a visage so grave,
Made out his opponent a consummate knave;
And the devil was really greatly amused,
To hear the attorney so greatly abused.
As soon as the speaker had come to a close,
The counsel opposing then fiercely arose,
And heaped such abuse on the head of the first,
And made him a villain, of all men the worst.
Thus they quarreled, contended and argued so long
N'Tw03 hard to determine the one that was wrong,
And concluding he'd heard quite enough of the
"fuss,"
Old Nick turned away, and soliloquized thus:
"If aU they have said of each other be true,
The Devil bos surely been robbed of his due;
I'm satisfied now, 'tis all very weU,
For these lawyers would turn the morals of hell.
"They have puzzled the Court with their villain?
ous cavil,
And I'm free to confess,, they have puzzled the
Devil;
My agents ore right to let lawyers alone;
If I had them, they'd swindle me out of my throne."
? Whatever faults Voitaire may have
had, he certainly, showed himself a man
of sense when he said, "The more married
men. you. havej the lewer crimes there will
be-.. Marriage renders a man more virtu?
os and more wise."
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? A lady's- dressing table is- j. ->s
a toilet because it is there most of
heflotr^^enerally performed.
Severe Criticism.
The following article, says the Charles?
ton News, from the pen of Ex-Governor
Allen, of Louisiana, and now oditor of
the Mexican Times, is clipped from that
paper of the 6th of January. It is a
composition worthy of the immortal Ju
nius. In its power, in its force of bitter?
ness and sentiment, it is an unequalled
piece of writing. Of the personality of
the article we have nothing to say, but
submit it to our readers as a specimen of
most extraordinary composition :
The civil war in America is ended, and
the "banner of the bars" that waved
over Jackson and gleamed upon the track
of Stuart's reckless riders has been put
away as men hide the trinkets of a dear,
dead love. *
Although the blood of Virginia's best
Jand bravest is not yet dry in the valleys,
nor has the grass grown over the prema?
ture graves of the manly Confederates
who fell before Petersburg, yot Mr. E. A.
Pollard, a pretty writer and talented edi
tor,in alongnewspaperarticlo, denounces
ex-President Davis, Generals Lee, John?
ston* and Beauregard, and says "the
Southern people disgraced themselves for?
ever when they refused to fight to exter?
mination ? that they lack courage and
endurance?Statesmanship and intelli?
gence." He criticises campaigns, ridi?
cules strageticai movements'"Sneers^at
retreats, and laughs at every heroic efTbrjr5
of the brave men who have left to history
an immortal name. ^_
Who is Mr. E. A. Pollard ? He is a
Virginian, the editor of the. Richmond
Examiner, and the author of the "South?
ern History of the War." We have grief
for the first, blushes for the second, and
contempt for the last.
During all those years of carnage and
of blood, this Richmond Examiner was
an insatiate fiend of opposition and ha?
tred. Step by step it broke down the
brave, fond heart of Sidney Johnston ;
again and again it lacerated and gored
the sensitive soul of Beauregard; week
after week it denounced the heroic efforts
of Joseph E. Johnston; and now, when
Jefferson Davis is chained amid the waves
of his rock-ribbed prison, it tries to stab
his reputation and his honor.
It is not cften that men like Pollard
and Jordan can gloat over the agony of
such a spirit and the degradation of such
? name. It is not often that such a bo?
som as Lee's is laid bare for the thrust
of every ruffian's spear, or the dagger of
every coward's hand. It is not often that
a desolated nation writhes under the
blows of . its children and the cruelties of
its own offspring. It is not often that
tho world furnishes human hyenas to ex?
hume the bodies of her sainted dead, and
howl in horrid delight over tho revolting
feast.
Pollard wanted extermination, but ho
was in New York city, hob-nobbing with
Greeley, and telling the pleasant story in
his pleasant way of the four years' war.
He wanted fifty thousand men to fight a
million to. the death, but he never fell in
beside them and proffered to share a com?
mon fate. Like Job's war-horse, he
snuffed the battle from afar! Shoddy is
cheap, and humbug is cheap, and Henry
Ward Beocher's patent sermons are
cheap; and sincerity, faith, honor, chiv?
alry, manhood! how pure and unpopular.
Pollard's mother State lies prostrate in
the dust, her hearth-stones desolate and
her idol shattered. All over the land he
can see her bereaved daughters weeping
for tho young, fresh faces that looked
back to them from tho heat and yellow
dust of the conflict just before the horses'
feet trod them down. Ho can almost
hear the breezes from the Wilderness
singing their melancholly dirges over
Stuart and Ashby, and Pelham, ar ? Hill,
and Jackson, dear to God. He has no
love, nor veneration, nor tenderness, nor
pity for any of these; but tearing open
the graves of the immortalized dead, he
blends them with the living in one sacro
iigious anathema of contemptuous hatred.
Drape tho picture of a nation in its ag?
ony, and cover its laurels with the mourn?
ing cypress. Furl the conquered banker
with a farewell look, and shrine its mem?
ory in our heart of hearts; but to the
brutal hardihood of those who curse and
villify a ruined race, give vengeance,
scorn, and a never-dying contempt.
History tells how Coriolanus halted his
victorious legions beyond the Yellow Ti?
ber, out that Nero fiddled a goodly tune
while Rome was burning. Amid the
graves of his kindred, the -anguish and
despair of brave men in their crushing
overthrow, amid the blue skies and green
fields of his nativity, E. A. Pollard dips
his pen in the gall of the New England
hate and" writes the record of his own
everlasting infamy and disgrace.
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? Women require more sleep than
men, and farmers less than those engaged
in any other occupation. Editors, report?
ers, printers and telegraph operators re?
quire no sleep at all. Lawyers can sleep
as much as they choose, as the}- will thus
be kept out of mischief. Clergymen are
allowed to sleep twenty-four hours, and
to put their parishes to Bleep once a week.
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? A certain military politician declares
that his back is turned upon tho North
forever. Well, he is true to his principles
aud consistent, for that part of his body
was turned in that direction during sev?
eral engagements in the late war.
A Thrilling Incident.
A contributer to the Atlanta Intelli?
gencer concludes his "Reminiscences of tho
War, No. 2," with the following incident
of the battle of Gettysburg:
When Gen. LongBtreet advanced upon
the Federal left its first line was carried,
but the enemy being heavily Teirjforced,
rallied, and in turn drove our portion of
the line (Anderson's Brigade} from the
position, as well as other brigades on our
right and left. Again we charged and
were driven back. This was a critical
moment for us; nearly, all of our general
officers were killed or wounded. Our
heavy line had crumbled to mere hand?
ful, and the flower of Longstreet's corps
lay weltering in blood. We were slowly
retreating, leaving many of the dead and
wounded in the hands of the exulting foe.
The hosts of the enemy came on like the
mighty tides of the ocean, and the loud
peals of victory were already rising from
their haughty lips. The blue hills in their
rear were bristling with their bayonets
and? pouring torrents of reinforcements
down their winding slope.
Now, when we should have been rein?
forced with 30,000 troops, Gen. Lee had
not a man to send us. Officers broke
their swords on the rocks, and many of
the men wept. Our dead and wounded
comrades lay around us by thousands,
and it seemed as if there was no hand to
^ave the shattered remnant from destruc?
tion. But aid did not come?a man?a
solitary man throw himself beforo tho
juggernaut of Federal power, and alone
and unaided, sought to stay its ownward
progress. I remember, as if were but
yesterday, the Zouave cap and iron grey
beard of the straDger. None knew him,
but all idolized him for his bravery. He
moved through the awful storm with a
steady step and his uplifted sword seemed
to say to the advancing foe, "thus far
shalt thou go and no farther." He said
nothing, but his god-like example made a
hero of every man who saw him. Sol?
diers looked in the face of their comrade
and the question came simultaneously to
their blackened lips: " who is he ?" "who
is he ? " echoed right and left, far up and
down the line. Tho enemy came on like
a tornado, and the proud horo stood en?
veloped in the smoke of their muskets,
like a lion at bay. Men forgot to reload
their pieces or concoal themselves behind
?the rocks, but stood stupified with won?
der. " Who is he? " men groaned?" who
is he?" officers repeated, until the cry
became strangely wild and fearful.?.
"General Lee!" some one shouted, and
the word ran along tho line liko an elee?i
trie flash. " General Lee, forever!" rajH
above the battle's roar, and as one mawi
our gallant soldiers rushed liko a thunder?
bolt upon the astonished foe. "Follow
General Lee !" cried our wounded com?
rades, as they lay upon tho trampled
earth and tossed up their bloody caps.?
No body of men on tho broad green earth
could have withstood the terrible impetu?
osity of this onset. The Federal troops,
though they fought desperately, were
compelled to give back, and at last to re?
treat in confusion to their heights, leaving
their dead and wounded in our hands.
But where was tho stranger? Alas!
"The paths of glory lead but to the
grave." The war is over now, and the
bravo men whom wc mot that day as
deadly enemies, wc now meet as friends.
We would not detract one ray from the
crown of military glory that adorns each
of their heroes, but would do justice to
our lamented dead; and if, by this imper
foct sketch, I can add one flower to tho
chaplct of a fallen heroe's fame, I shall
feel myself amply revvarded. And that
hero?" who is ho!" The answer comes
up from the graves of Gettysburg?Gen.
Paul J. Sommes.
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Spoken Like a Hero.?A literary gen?
tleman, who is engaged in writing a book
on some events in the war, in which Mos
by was concerned, has rccontlj' had some
correspondence with that noted person?
age, and a short time ?go inquired of him
if it would be safe for "a Black Republi?
can?one dyed in the wool"?so he de?
scribed himself?to make at the present
time a horseback journey through Vir?
ginia. In reply, that famous rough-rider
writes the gentleman as lollows:
"If you have any desire to visit the
historic scenes of Virginia, I hope you
will not be deterred by any apprehension
for your personal safety. You will be
just as safe from molestation here as in the
streets of Boston. Should you determine
to visit Northern Virginia, I would be
glad to see you at my home; and I can
at least promise that you will not find mo
the monstrum liorrendum of tho Northern
imagination. By-the-by, one of the reg?
iments most frequently encountered was
from about Boston?the 2? Massachusetts,
Col. Lowell. I once met a detachment
of it under command of Major Forbes,
of Boston; and although our encounter
resulted in his overthrow, he bore himself
with conspicuous gallantry, and I saw
him wound one of my best men with his
sabre. I also had an interview with a
Captain Barton, of Massachusetts, who
served on Gen. Eustace's staff, and inter?
ested myself to procure his exchange.
In the event of your visiting^ Virginia, I
shall be most happy to extend to you any
facility in my power for seeing places of
interest, &c."
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? Woman's influence is powerful, ospe
? cially when she wants anything.
Our Fighting Editor.
Tho "John Bull" newspaper, a high
weekly, edited by Theodore Hook, fre?
quently indulged in offensive personali?
ties, in remarking on the conduct and
character of public men. A military hero,
who would persist in placing himself con?
spicuously before the world's gaze, re?
ceived a copious share of what he consid?
ered malignant and libellous abuse, in the
columns of tb: said " Bull." His soldier's
spirit resolved on revenge. An officer
and a gentleman could not demean him?
self by calling on a hireling scribbler for
honorable satisfaction! No; he would
horsewhip the miscreant in his own den
?the Bull should be taken by the horns !
Donning his uniform, and arming himself
with a huge whip, he called at the office
of the paper, arid, scarcely concealing his
agitation, inquired for the editor. He
was invited by the clerk to take a.seat in
the inner room; he complied, and was
kept hi waiting, while the clerk, who re?
cognized the visitor, ran up stairs and in?
formed the editorial responsibilities of his
of his name and evident purport. .-^yMter
an aggravating delay, which servdp con?
siderably to increase the ill-temper of the
officer, the door opened, and a coarse,
rough-looking man, over six feet in height,
with a proportionate breadth of shoulder,
and armed with a bludgeon, entered the
room. Walking up to the surprised and
angry visitor, he said, in a voice of thun?
der, " Are you the chap as want3 to see
me?"
" You ? No. I wish to see the editor
of the paper."
" That's me ? I am the werry man."
" There must be somo mistake."
" Not a morsel! I'm the head-hitter of
this Bull," said the fellow, bringing the
nobbed end of his bludgeon within fearful
proclivity to the officer's caput. "
"You the editor? impossible."
" Do you mean to say as I'm telling a
lie ? " roared the ruffian, as he again raised
his " knotty argument."
" Certainly not?by no means !" said
the officer, rapidly-cooling down; and
dropping the horsewhip and his wrath at
the same time.
"Werry well, then! what are you want?
ing wi' mo ? "
"A mistake, my dear sir? All a mis?
take. I expected to meet another person.
I'll call some other time," and the valiant
complainant backed towards the door,
bowing politely to the brawn before him.
" And don't let mo ketch you coming
again without knowing what you want
and who you want. We're always ready
Jttro for all sorts of customers; army or
By, civil or military?horse, foot and
B^joons."
The officer retired, resolved to undergo
another goring by the " Bull' beforo he
again ventured to encounter the Hercu?
lean proportions of tho fighting editor.
When the clerk informed the occupants
of the editorial sanctum of the irate Colo?
nel, neither Hook nor his publisher cared
to face the horsewhip. A well known
pugilist, thc.lundlord of a tavern in the
vicinit}', was instantly sent for; a slight
preparation fitted him for the part in
which he acquitted himself with complete
success. Tho story rapidly circulated,
and the reputation of tho editor of the
Bull prevented further remonstrances
from persons who fancied themselves ag?
grieved by tho liberty of the press.
Want's a Wife.
The following advertisement recently
appeared in a St. Louis paper:
Wanted.?I have lived solitary long
enough. I want some ono to talk at,
quarrel with?then kiss and mako up
again. Therefore I am ready to receive
communications from young ladies and
blooming widows of more than average
respectability, tolorablo tame in disposi?
tion, and hair of any color.
As noarly as I judge of myself, lam not
over eighty nor under twenty-five years
of ago. I am five feet eight, or eight feet
five, I forget which. Weigh 135, 315 or
631 pounds, one of the three; I recollect
each figure perfecly well, but as to their
true position I am somewhat puzzled.
Have a whole suit of hair dyed by nature
and free from dandruff. Eyes buttermilk
brindle, tinged with pea green. Nose
blunt, according to the Ionic order of
architecture, with a touch of the compo?
site and a mouth between a catfish's and
an alligator's?made especially for orato?
ry and the reception of large oysters.?
Earspalmated, long and elegantly shaped.
My hair is a combination of dog's hah,
moss and briar brush?well behaved, fear?
fully luxuriant.
I am sound in limb and on the negro
question. Wear boots No. 9. when corns
are troublesome, and can write poetry by
the mile, with double rhyme on both
edges?to rend backwards, fowards, cross?
wise or diagonally. Can play the Jew's
harp or bass drum and whistle Yankee
Doodle in Spanish. Am very correct in
my morals, and first-rate at ten-pins;
have a great regard for the Sabbath 'and
never drink unless invited.
Am adomestic animal, am perfecly docile
when towels are clean and shirt buttons all
right. If I posses a pre-eminating virtue
it is of forgiving every enemy whom I
deem it hazadous to handle. 1 say my
prayers every night, musquitoes permit?
ting; as to whether I snore in my sleep
I want somebody to tell. Money is no
object, as I never troubled with it, and
never expect to be. I should like somo
lady who is perfectly able to support a !
hurband, or if she could introduce me to
a family where religious "example would
be considered sufficient compensation for
board, it would do jnst as well.
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A Northern Adventurer in Dixie.
Two fair and bhxom maidenB, says the
Mobile Advertiser, who have parsed the
rubicon of their teenB, managed to accu?
mulate a handsome little sum by hard and
honest toil in the city of Augusta, and
embarked in business in one of the corner
store's of that thriving burgh. They
were quite successful, and ?ade sufficient
money to invest in fifteen bales of cotton.
While they were thus progressing in fche
road to wealth and happiness, a dashing
young man?one of the numerous pie
possing adventurers from the North?
happened along one day, and tho eldest
sister was infatuated with him. Her af
fection was reciprocated by the nice
young man, and after a brief period of
love making, peculiar to most marriages,
they resolved to unite their fortunes, and
the wedding took place on the" 1st of Feb?
ruary.
The happy young wife was induced by
tho bright promises of her sweet William
to turn the store and cotton into money
and take a wedding tour, after which
they were to start in business on a larger
scale. She fully confided in him and sold
out. The husband got possession of the
money, and left with his wife and her sis?
ter for Mobile. On the way to this place
he made tho wedding tour merry by pay?
ing out liko a prince and living like a
lord. They arrived here in the early
part of'last week, and it seemB that the
"fond young husband" had* whittled the
capital down to the paltry sum of $280.
The wifo was filled with grave suspicions,
but said nothing. On Thursday William
borrowed her watch and jewelry, on some
slight pretext, when the terrible truth of
his design flashed upon her. She, how?
ever, kept her own counsel, resolving to
keep a close watch on him.
Sure enough, sho discovered that he
had taken out the trunks, ,and all she
had in the world. No time was lost in
procuring tho services of two of our sharp?
est detectives. They traced the abscond?
ing husband to the mail boat, and from
that he had lost passage and went, to the
Battle Houso with the trunks. The wife
was sent to him, and quietly asked why
he had changed their boarding house
without saying a word to her about it.
This put the husband off his guard, and
sho induced him to go down street with
her to look at a store which she wasinform
ed could be rented very cheap. He ac?
companied his injured wife, and she led
him to tho station house, where he was
furnished with the room to which she had
alluded. His name is William Moler.
but we refrain from giving tho maiden
name of the young lady so villainously
duped by tho heartless wretch. He is
now under bond of ?2,500, andj^fflfce-r
vile. Some efforts have be^nniaue t?'
get him released, but thus far they have
proved unavailing. The young wife and
her sister are now in our city, and in ] os
session of only #280 of the handsome
sum placed in the hands of this nice
young man.
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Turner Ashby.
The New York World of the 16th ult.;
contains a graphic and interesting sketch
of '-General Ashby?tho Partisan," by
"J. E. C." which all will at once recognize
as the initials of that vigorous and charm?
ing writer, John Esten Cooko, Esq., of
Virginia. His description of General
Ash by's appearance is as follows :
"What tho men of Jackson saw at the
head of the Cavalry from March to Jdne,
1862, was a man rather below tho mid?
dle height, with an active and vigorous
frame, clad in plain Confederate gray.
His brown felt hat. was decorated with a
black feather; his uniform was almost
without decorations; his cavalry boots,
dusty or splashed with mud, came to the
knee; and around his waist he wore a
sash and a plain leather belt, holding pis
tol and sabre. The face of this man of
thirty or a little more, was noticeable.
His complexion was as dark as that of an
Arab; his eyes, of a deep rich brown,
sparkled under well formed brows ; and
two-thirds *?f his face was covered by a
huge black beard and moustache, the lat?
ter curling at the ends, the former reach?
ing his breast. There was thus in the
face of the cavalier something Moorish,
and brigandish; but all idea* of a melo?
dramatic personage disappeared, as you
pressed his hand, looking into his eyes,
which would dash superbly in battle, were
the softest and most friendly imaginable;
the voice, which would thrill his men as
it rang like a clarion in the charge, was
the perfection of mild courtesy. He was
as simple and "friendly" as a child, in all
his words, movements, and the carriage
of his person. You could see from his j
dress, his firm tread, his open and frank
glance, that he was a thorough soldier?
indeed he always "loaked like work"?
but under the soldier, as plainly was the
gentleman. Such in his plain costume,
with his simple manner andretiring mod?
esty, was Ashby, whose name and fame,
a brave comrade has truly said, will en?
dure as long as the mountains and valleys
which he defended.
Apart from what he performed, he was
? a personage to whom attached and
? still attaches a never djing interest. His
career was all romance?it was as brief,
splendid and effervescent as a dream, bat
after all, 'twas tho man, Turner Ashby,
who was the real attraction. It was the
man whom the people of the Shenandoah
Valley admired so passionately, rather
than his glorious record. There was
something grander**than the wonderful
achievements of this soldier, and that
was the soldier himself." ?
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Sayings of Jos# Billings.?I have fi?
nally cum to the konklushion that thare
aint trooth enuff in the world jest now to
do the bizness with, and if sum kind
ov komprorajze kan't be had, the Devil
might az well step in and ran the consarn
at onst.
I always advise short sermons, espeshi
ly on a hot Sunday, k If a minister kan't
strike ile in boreing *0 minutes, he has
either got a poor "^gimblet, or else he iz a
boreing in the rong plase.
Philosophers are like graveyards they
take all things just az they cum, and give
them a decent burial and a suitable epi
taff.
Theregiz men ov so mutch laming and
impidence that tba wouldn't hesitate to
critisize the song ov a bird.
Hogs hav an excellent ear for musick
?but it takes a dorg to pitch the tune.
Thare iz sum folks whose thoughts cant
be controled?-tha are like twins, tha kant
be had, nor tha kant be stopped.
Don tell the world yure sorrows, enny
more than you would tell them yure
shame.
Most ennybody kan write poor sense,
but thare ain't but few who kan write
good nonsense?and it almos takes an
eddykated man tew appreciate it atter it
is writ.
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? The Wife.?It needs no guilt to break
a husband's heart; the absence of content,
the mutterings of spleen, the untidy dress,,
cheerless home, forbidding scowl without
a crime among them, have harrowed to
the quick the heart's cere of many a man,
and planted there, beyond the reach of
cure, the germ of dark despair. Oh '..may
woman, before the sight arrives, dwell on
the recollections of her youth, and cheer
ish the* dear idea of that tuneful time, 3
waken and keep alive the promise she so
kindly gave. And though she may he
the injured one;? the forgotten, not the
forgetting wife; a happy allusion to the
hour of peaceful love, a kindly welcome
to a comfortable home, a smile of love to
Anish hostile words, a kiss of peace to
pardon all the past; and the hardest heart
that ever locked itself within ihe breast
of selfish man., will soften to her charms,
and bid her live as she had lived, her
years of inatehle'.. blisaj loved, loving an4
<-ontent. tho source of comfort and the
spring of joy.?Chamber's Journal.
? We all have two educations?one of
which we receive from others; another,
and the most valuably, which we give our?
selves.
? A celebrated character, who wjs
surrounded by enemies, used to remark :
" They arc sparks which, if you do not
blow, will go out themselves."
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