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HUNTINGDON, PA. 1 ` 1t I:Pen. g , N:3011);X3F1313E1 sa saa, laai343ci3, IZIFIVM:aidANMO7I3. Prom Me Democratic Review, for November. SLYDER DOW NEHYLLE A SEARCH AFTER HAPPINESS, BE ZOREPR C. NEAL, Author of Charcoal Sketches," 4c. How happy I'll be to-morrow!' exclaimed little Slyder Downehylle, in anticipation of Christman; how happy I shall he to-morrow !' Couldn't you contrive to be happy a little now?' replied Uncle John, who load learned somewhat to distrust anticipation and its gorgeous promises. Happy now, Uncle John !' retorted little Slyder Dowenhylle, rather contemptuously, 'happy now ! with what, I should like to know—what shall I be happy with--now Where's the candy, the cakes, the pies—where is the hobby-horse that somebody's going to give ine—and all the Christmas gifts?— How I wish to-morrow had come—what a long day —what a long evening—what a great while I have to sleep!' Little Slyder Downehylle became quite cross, and Uncle John whistled. Twenty-four hours after wards, little Slyder Downehylle was still more cross —lre had been happy with candy, with cakes and with pies, until he wan very uncomfortable indeed ; he had been happy with toys, until he had quarrelled with his little companions and strewed the room with broken playthings; he had been happy with his hobby-horse, until he got a full. Oh, what a stupid day !' said little Slyder Downehylle, I wish to-morrow would come--I'll be so happy at aunt Betsey's.' It is unnecessary to intrude at aunt Betsey's, for the events there were of a character strongly resem bling what had already occurred. Little Slyder Downehylle went to bed in tears. It was always so with the unfortunate Slyder Downehylle. Throughout life, he wanted something to he happy with ; and, strangely enough, it univer sally occurred that when he had obtained the thing, it did not prove to be exactly the thing he wanted. His expectations were never realized, and he was, therefore, constantly in a state of disappointment. Unlucky Slyder Downehylle! It was deplorable too that euch should be the case, for Slyder Downe hylle wen ....tom, to be snappy — . o 111, vov.".acd forward to be happy—for something 'to be happy with.' He never got up in the morning but that it was his resolve to he happy in the afternoon—and if not successful in accomplishing his purpose at that time, he endeavored no far as possible to retrieve the failure by forming a similar determination for the evening. No one ever load a greater variety of scheme for living happy—very happy—than he; for living happy next week, for living happy next month, or next year; but it appeared that a malig nant fate was sure to interfere, in order that his projects might be frustrated. At school, he was always thinking how happy he would be on Satur day afternoon; but then sometimes it rained on Saturday afternoon, or his companions would not do as he wished them to do on Saturday afternoon, or it may he that although he had toiled hard for pleasure on Saturday afternoon, and the toil for Pleasure is often the severest of work, he returned home weary, dispirited, and out of trooper. Of course it was unavoidable that Iris pleasure should be postponed until some other Saturday afternoon. And it was even so with the larger holladays.— They never were exactly what they ought to have been—what they promised to be--what they scorned to be, when viewed from a distance. If Slyder Downehylle went a fishing, why a treacherous hank would often give way, and then—pray who can possibly be happy when dripping wet, with his clothes on! Nobody but poodles. What felicity is there in loosing one's shoe in a swamp ? Who is perfectly happy when scouring across a plain, like swift Camilla,' with old Jenkins' big dog— that dog always bites—rustic dogs do—following close at his heels, widely opening mouth which showed no need of the dentist? Then, if Slyder Downehylle went skating, it not unfrequently hap petted that he cried With cold,—what a strange ar gument it is not to have the best skating on the wannest days! At other seasons there was the sun. It never rains but it pours, in this world. Is it happiness, think ye, to have one's dear little nose —incipient Roman, or determined pug, as the case may be—all of a blister, to have ones delectable countenance as red and as a scarlet fever? 'There's lime in the sack'—invariably, in Slyder Dowehy Ile's sack--it would be easy to make mortar of it. The young Downehylle, finding that happiness eluded his grasp while a boy, made sure of throwing a noose over its head when he should be a man. What on earth is there to prevent a man's being happy, if he chooses—especially if a man has mon ey, as was the case in the present instance, Uncle John and Aunt Betsey both being gathered to their fathers and mothers. May not a man do as he pleases?—go to bed when he pleases, and get up when he pleases?—eat what he pleases and drink what he pleases ? A man is riot compelled to learn lessons. All his afternoons areSaturility afternoons —his hollidays last all the year round. Who would not he a man 1 ' Oh, when I am a man!' said Slyder Downehylle. I wish was a man !' exclaimed Slyder Downehylle. I want to be a man !' cried Slyder Downehylle with impatience. Sooner or later, at least in the eye of the law, • most boys become men, in despite of remonstrance. These boys are remarkable for an upstart tendency, and the Downehylles themselves are not exempt from the peculiarity. So Slyder Downrh) Ile was a man at last, though on the whole it must he confess ed that he did not derive the satisfaction from it that he had been led to expect. ..... • • Slyder Downehylle was extended a full length upon a sofa. say ; Spifflikens, what shall I be at ? I'm twen ty-one—l've got plenty of money—l'm as tired as thunder already—what shall I be at Spifflikensr Lend me a hundred, and buy yourself a buggy, why don't you get a buggy to begin with Yes, Spifflikens, I will. You'r right—the Downehylle's were always great on buggies you know, Spifflikens.' It was Slyder Downehylle's theory, after this conversation,— for he often theorized—that happi ness was, to some degree, vehicular; that like re spectability, it was to be found in a gig, if it were to be found anywhere. So he bought him a sulky and fast trotter—a mile in two minutes or therea bouts. What could escape a man that followed so rapidly ? If you wish to he successful in the pur suit of happiness, da not forget to buy a sulky— there's nothing like a sulky. • Ahal—that's it !' muttered Slyder Downehylle, as he tugged at the reins, and went whizzing along the turnpike in a cloud of dust, passing everything on the road, and carrying consternation among the pigs, the ducks, and all chikens. Slyder thought that this was it' for several con secutive days ; but as the novelty wore off—there's the rub—(that Hamlet was rather a sensible fellow —did he too keep a fast trotter 1') Shyster was not so sure whether it woo the thing exactly, and on the recommendation of his friend Spifflikens who borrowed another hundred on the occasion, he en deavored to improve it a little by drinking cham pagne and playing billards, at the Cottage.' Fast trotters and billiards, harmonize very well. tinder this combination. Slyder appeared to think that 'it' was considerably more like the thing than before. lie had found something to be happy with,' at last, and so had Spifflikens. It was not however so dif ficult to make Spiffy a happpy mum—only allow me to go ahead, and say nothing about returns.' He hates any thing somlrre--any thing 'dun.' 'Now I'm happy,' said Slyder Downehylle, as he stood on the portico of the Cottage,' and saw every eye fixed with admiration on his estahroovuost a• the noy test his horses and sulky through the crowd of vellides. 'That's it, at last!' and and he lighted another cigar and called for an additional bottle of I iced champagne. "Flies it, certainly,' remarked Spifflikens, at the explosion of the cork. Slyder Downehylle was perfectly satisfied that I this was indeed 'it,' for a considerable portion of the afternoon, and to tell the truth, when he remounted hie buggy, nodding Isis head to the bystanders, as he hung his coat-tail over the back of tho vehicle, he was not a little elevated.' "fliers—let him go!' said he tossing a half dol lar to the hostler's deputy. Mr. Downehylle's sulky flew like lightning across the lawn. Splendid !' ejaculated the spectators. Superiaw—fme !' added Spiffiikens. The dogs barked—the colored gentlemen who officiated as waiters grinned from car to ear. There was quite a sensation at the 'Cottage.' That' it, at last!' said Slyder Downehylle, tri umphantly. But he forgot that existence, short as it is, cannot be crowded all into the exhilarating moment of a start.' Life is not to be distilled and condensed in this way, though his life seemed to come as near it as possible, on the occasion refer , red to. Why are wr, made, ambitioug Why will we endeavor to jump over puddles that are too wide, when we so often miss immortality by no more than a hair's breadth 1 But touch and go' is the secret of great enterprises. Slyder Downehylle was struck with a desire to sublimate the sublime—to o'ertop old Pelion.' and old Pelion, as it was natural he should resented the insult. Downehylle was allowed to touch'—we often do that—but there was a veto on his go.' He wished to shave the gate-post, in his curricular enthusiasm—to astonish the natives with his charioteering skill. Yet the poplars might have reminded him of the Phaeton—of Phteeton's sisters, weeping, lank and long. It certainly was the champagne—that last bottle so well iced. Mr. Downehylle was out in hie calculation about the sixteenth part of an inch. Ho was on a lee shore. A cloud of splinters went up and came down again. There is but a Frenchman the more in France,' said a Bourbon on the restoration. It was also quite evident that there was a sulky the less in existence. As this could not bo considered the 'fast trotter's' business,—he having no further con cern with the matter titan to do a certain number of miles in a specific number of minutes—he therefore went straight on to fulfil his part of the contract, and it is to be presumed that he was successful, as nothing has been heard front him since. That's not it, after all,' murmured Mr. Slyder Downehylle, as he was carried into the Cottage for surgical aid. The bystanders, lately so full of admiration, un graciously placed their thumbs upon their noses, and waggles! their fingers. Greatness always falls, when it meets with an upset. ' What could you expect from a fellow that holds his elbows so when ho drives was the general re mark. When we arc down every one can sec the reason why. The world is always full of sagacity, after the event. s.lyder Downehylle is known by the colored WBi. ter. at the Cottage as •gemplin that got spilt,' and he wan so knocked down by the affair that he felt flat at the tightest allusion to it. He never hunted happiness in a buggy again, hut went slowly home in the omnibus, and, though it did not enable hint to journey very rapidly. he yet contrived, while in it, to arrive at the conclusion that, if ' fast trotters' carried others to felicity, the mode of travel was too rough for him. He was puzzled. What could be the matter He was a man, a man of cosh—money in both pockets; but yet Slyder Downehylle was not hap py—not particularly happy. On the contrary, striking an average, he was, for the most part, deci dedly miserable. He yawned about ali the morn ing; he was not hungry in the afternoon ; lie was eeld,im sleepy at night—vexatious! l'here'a something I want,' thought Slyder Downehylle; 'but what is it—that's more than I can tell; but it is something to he happy with. What other people get for the purpose that they go grinning about so, hang me if I can discover.' Slyder Downehylle was rather good looking, about these times —not decidedly a love,' but well enough ; and so, as nature had been propicious, he attack out a new line—a very popular line—the hair line. Ito cultivated whiskers, fringed the base of his eiiiuntenance ;' he set up moustache; he starred his under lip with an imperial, and hebal anced the superstructure with the classical goatee!' Medusa herself never had more luxuriant curls. When Slyder Downetlylle wanted to find himself, he was obliged to beat the bushes. He passed half the day with a brush in his hand, in adjusting his embellishments—in giving them the irresistahle ex- preteion; and the rest of the time was consumed in' carrying them up and down all manner of streets, and to all soils of public places, Slyder Downe hylle was now the envy of the young bloods about town, and was regarded as a perfect Cupid° n by the :attics. How, indeed, could it he otherwise ! Biniam Wood had come to Dunsinane— not a felt tine was discernable. Esan and Orson were shave lidgs and shavers to Slyder Downehylle. But not withstanding the fact that Samson found strength in Ida hair, Slyder was not so lucky. A thickest hedge cannot keep out ennui. It is true that the huff& and the bison at the menagerie took Mr. from the head waters of Oregon; yet, after all Sly der's spirit was nearly as bald of comfort as the 'hair less horse'—that unfashionable quadruped. it must lie confessed, however, that there were gleams of consolation attendant upon his bristly condition. Tire servants at the hotels styled him mounsheer ; how delightful it is to be mistaken for what yeti are not! People thought he talked pretty good English, considerin,' and best of all, tire little boys ran back wards that they might look with wonder at his face, while the smaller children went screaming,into the house to call their mammas to see the • funny thing.' But " false is the light on glory's plume; and it is no less false on glory's hair. Even the excitement of such enviable distinction as this soon wears away, arid it may be questioned whether, barring the expenses of soap, a furryfaced gentleman is, in ' the long run, much happier than the more sober citizen who has so little taste for the picturesque as to Shave seve rill times a week, and who is neither a 'fondling of the forest' nor a precunbulatory Moses; always among the bulrushes. Slyder Downehylle, therefore, reinforced his whis kers by nn elaborate care in dress. He was padded into a moddel of symmetry ; but although the buck ram was judiciously placed, he soon ascertained that this was not the kind of bolstering he wanted.— The cotton made him warm, but it did not make him happy—not quite. it was nothing to be thus,' unless one were :safely thus.' Slyder Downeliylle began to feel small when his muscular developenrents were hung upon the bedpost. Which was Slydei, lin the main—lie beneath the cover, or that larger part of him against the wall He was tired of packing and unpacking; wearied with being spec ! teenier.' It was not exactly kind in Uncle John and Aunt Betsy—though they thought it was—thus to be queath their savings to Slydcr Downehylle. t rheir legacy perplexed him sadly. He discovered, in a very short time, that money is not in itself—notwith standing the fact that it is generally known as the 'one thing needful'—the material of happiness.— But he was clear in his own mind, that it was some thing to he got with money. Still however, he could not find it—that something to he happy with—that cake, that candy, that sugar-ice, that hobby-horse. When his game was run down, why, it was only a fox after all. Life's an imposition—a humbug,' and Styria Downehylle, pettishly; I've tried much of the fun that's said to be in it, and I'm beginning to have an idea it's a confounded stupid piece of business, when a man has seen it pretty much all through, like a farce at the theatre. I'm sure I don't know what to be at next. There's a man to be hung to-mor row; but I've seen two or three fellows hung, and they do it just alike. The fun is soon got out of that. Then there's to be a tight somewhere this afternoon; but what's a fight, or a race, or anything, in short I A spree is to come off to night at Orin. kiiincrancum's, but I suppose everything's to travel down our throats in the old way—botheration !' You should go it,' remarked Spitilikens, go tt stronrs—that's the way to scatter the blue devils; go it strong; and as the poet judiciously remarks, go it while you're young.' Fhat's the time—lend nic fifty, and I'll show you a thing or two—there are several things to be ,Pll yet, by individuals who don't wear spectacles. This is good brandy, Sly der—prime brandy—where did it come from ? Have you got any more? Brandy's wholesome. It agrees with almost everybody.' This postulate is not exactly so self-evident its Mr. SpiMikens thought it to be; but while it is not clearly proved that brandy agrees with everybody, yet it was plain enough that Spilllikens agreed with it, and Slyder Downehylle began likewise to have a slight agreement with that abjective, both in num ber and person. He followed the advice of Spifflikens. No one knew the world better than Spifflikens, and, there fore, Spifflikens must, of course, be right—so Sly der Downehylle became convivial. He slept by day and frolicked by night. If this was not the long sought ' it,' where could 'it' be? Slyder Downe hylle was merry—exceeding jocose. He was some times turned out of three theatres in one evening— I he had faught in a ball-room—had thrashed several watchmen--had been honored with private hear ings' by the magistracy, and had been more than once almost beaten to a jelly. Slyder Downehylle earned the right and title to be known as a spirited youth, and so he was, generally. But - by dint of repetition, the blue began to disappear from this , plum also--the peach was no longer downy. If it I had not been for the peach brandy, what would have become of Slydcr Downehylle I It was not, indeed, perfect bliss—Slyder was subject to head ache in the earlier part of the day ; yet it was as nearly • something to be happy with,' as lie had yet , been enabled to discover. It was a hard case, view it as you will. Mr. Slyder Downehylle wanted to be happy—he had the greatest disposition to be happy. He had tried every possible experiment in that (Eviction that either he or Spifflikens could suggest; but yet he was a dejected man, even when tipsy twice a day. He could find no delight that was of a substantial character—nothing to which he could constantly recur without fear of disappointment and disgust— nothing that would wear all the week through and he the same to-day, to-morrow, and the day after that. It was in vain that he intermingled his plea sures--took them in alternation—over-ate himself In the morning and over-drank himself in the even ing, or reversed the process, turning the bill of fare ide not Slyder Downehylle be happy I Who labored harder to boil down common-place and to extract from it the essence of felicity—to concentrate the soup of life, and to elicit essentials from their insi pid dilution I A man laughed in the play-house—laughed sev er •.1 times. What right had he to laugh in that side.- shaking manner Slyder Downehylle could not laugh—he saw no particular joke that required it; but the man laughed again, and when Slyder re_ quested him net to make a fool of himself, the man pulled Slyder'a nose. Hope deferred engenders fierceness. Slyder quarreled with the man about making so free with another person's nose, as if it were a hell-pull or a knocker. A nose is not Much to be sure—many noses are not—but when a nose is constituted a point of honor, it expands to the dimensions of a geographical promontory—it is peninsular•—it is a disputed territory, over which no man can be allowed to march, much less to make ' settlements upon it. Slyder Downehylle resolved to stand by Isis nose, and so ho stood up to it, and a duel was the consequence—riducl, according to the barbarian custom of modem titers, which was fought before breakfast. Who can be surprised that there is so much bad shooting extant on these interesting occasions I A gentleman, no matter how much of a gentleman he may be in proper hours, cannot reasonably he expected to be altogether a gentleman —altogether himself—at, such an uncivilized time of day. A man may be valiant enough after nine o'clock—when he has had his coffee and mulling— he may be able to face a battery itt the forenoon, and ready to lead a forlorn hope when he has dined comfortably ; but to auk one to get up to be shot at, in the gray of the morning—in the midst of fogs and all sorts of chilly discomfort, his boats and Isis trowsers draggled with dew, and himself unsustain tabled by a breakfast—why the whole thing is pre posterott, No man can be valiant unless lie is warns, and es no man can be warm without his break fast, It is a demonstrated fact that breakfast is itself valor, and that one may he frightened before break fast, without the slightest disparagement to his char acter for courage. Master Bernadine was right when he refused to get up early to go to the gallows. There is a time for all things. But Slyder Dowse itylle was not more alarmed than was right and pro per—not more, probably, than Isis antagonist.-- How do they come on said the surgeon to Go liah Bluff; who acted as Slyder's second. The fourth shot had been interchanged, and no blood drawn. As well rts could be expected,' replied Goliah; 'they are approximating t the seconds don't have to dodge now, and the principals are not so likely as they were to shoot off their own toes. Practice makes perfect.' 4Gentlemen,are you ready ?—one, two, three '—hang l—bang ! The man hod win ged Slyder, and both were glad : the one that it was safely over, so far as he was concerned, and the other that the aflisir was finished and no worse,. far as he was concerned, Further approximations might have been dangerous. But the result was a downright flying in the face of poetical justice, ow ' ing no doubt to the fact that poetical justice wisely lies abed tilt the last bell rings. But than, as Goliah Bluff announced to the parties belligerent, Slyder Doxvnehylle was satisfied,' and who (Ise had • right to complain'. His nova seas the feature most %70 , 31 - ia ca) D. es) S2Y co . 4actoz)., interested, and it said nothing 'as nobody knows on'—for it was now a nose which, when regarded in its metaphysical and honorable aspect, notwith standing its rabid tints, had not a stain upon its escutcheon. The bullet in its master's shoulder bad been soapsuds to its reputation, nod the duel had been briclaist to the lustre of its glory. Sh•tkr Downehylle's nose actually 'shone again,' brighter than ever. His arm, no doubt, was in a sling— ! the same min that had conveyed so many slings intd him, to support him, comfort him and keep him up—but his nose was self-sustained; it had been proved to be a feature riot to be handled with im punity. But what are noses after all—what are noses in the tihstract—noses individually consideredl Slyder, in the end, did not core much Olin piil!ed his nose, so they did It gently. He was engaged in solving n great moral problem. I He left the longitude and the squaring of the circle to intellects of an inferior order. It was for him to determine whether it was possible to live upon the principal of ones health and capacities for en joyment, without being restricted to sorb beggarly returns as the mere interest thereof. As for content —the • being happy with One's self,' as Uncle John expressed it--this was n very flat sort of happiness in Slyder Downehylle's estimation, if, indeed, he ever placed it in that category at all. It was by no means strong enough for the purpose. Happy up. on water ! trouble you far that pale brandy,' sail Slyder Downehyllc. He desired that his ex istence should be one vast bowl of champagne punch—an everlasting mince pie--terrapins and turtle soup—glaciers of ice-cream and cataracts of cognac, sunned by frolic and fanned by the breeze of excitement—a perpetual spree !' There wero to be no shady sides of the way in his resplendent world. How many practical philosophers have fiiiled in the same pursuit ! To the cumim rnlnhiln never to be discovered ! Are we. always to come down to the plain reality, at lout ! Downehylle could not endure the though:—' more cayenne, if you please.' Have you ever tried faro whispered Spill-li kens; 'there's considerulde fun at faro, when you are up to it.' Spitlikens passed the bottle. Slyder Dowfieliylle had never tried faro, but he did try it, and thought 4titalittfeß'4vAvogifl fi49 lait-At'fiefi.tlreYttrrttrtr Thule. The something to be happy with had ; to all appearance. been found. Redheiffer was but a goose. He knew not where to look for the perpet ual motion'—the everlasting jog to the daggitig spit.- ' it. But the top of our speed brings the end of the race. lie who moves most rapidly, is the sootiest at the close of his career. Faro is fickle, and Sly der Downehylle, in his real to pile enjoyment upon enjoyment—to be happy, if possible, with several things at a time"--had unluckily a habit of not ta king even his faro 'plain ; he needed syrup elan in that effervescing• draught, and as his head became warm. the cool' amounts in his pockets melted away. Slyder Downehylle was a cashless man=-Lie res searches after felicity had not only proved unsucces ful, but had left him without the means of future progression. He was bemired half way—swamped, as it were, in sight of port. Even. Spiftlikens cut him dead. The tailors desired no more rif his et,- tom--his apartments at the hotel were wanted. The 'credit system' was out of fashion. Financiering had been clipped in its wings. How doleful! Wks the candle when capped with an extinguisher I The wounded squirrel drops front limb to limb. The world has many wounded squirrels, besides those that crack nuts to earn a living. Just suds a squir rel was Slyder Downehylle, compelled, before ho reached the top of his aspiring hopes, to abandon . every step that he had so toilfully surmounted. How he now obtained any thing to eat, is not exactly known. His mode of obtaining something to drink, Is, if not original, certainly ingenious, He never goes to the pump, hating no taste for hydrau lics. Nor does be find water with a hart' twig. He has a more effective twig' than that. Ile lounges in Isar-rooms, and as his old acquaintances. searchers after happiness not yet brought up with a rountf turn,' go there to drink--a dry bar is II sad impediment to navigation—it is astonishing how very solicitous he becomes in reference to their health. 'How do you do, Mr. Jones? I'vo not had pleasure of sexing you for a long time, How lta‘o you been!' • l'etty well, Downellylle, pretty Well-=-but eXCLEC me---Bilio arid I are going to try something.' Why, ah—thank you—l don't care mach if I do join. The pale brandy—yes—that will answer.' would be Slyder llownehylle's response under such circumstance., from which It is apparent that mit fortune had somcwhatimpaired hissense of hearing. Slyder Hownehylle is atippmed to be yet about town, looking earnestly for his undiscovered happi ness. The last time he was seen by credible wit , flosses, they noted him busily employed in playing all fours, in front of John Gin's lioatelry—a p.m probably selected as emblematic of his now creeping condition. Ho lounges no more in fashionable re sorts. Champagne punch is a mere remisccnci, His Havanae are converted into long nines, and his bibulations are at two cents n glass, making up in piperine pungency what they lack in delicacy of flavor. He Is sadly emaciated, and in all rearects considerably the wow, for wear, while a hollow cough indicates that this physical capabilities have proved inadequate to the requirements of his method of employing life, and are fist dropping to (•terse• Slyder Downehylto is consequently , more me'nache'
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