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Clear the way for Harry Clay.
Tons—What has calmed this great commotion.
What has caused this agitation,
Tation, Cation, our foes betray,
It is the ball a rolling on,
To clear the way for Henry Clay,
To clear the way for Henry Clay,
For with him wo can beat any man, man,
Man of the Van Buren clan,
For with him we can beat any man.
Mechanics cry out for protection,
'Tection, 'tection, and bless the day
That set the ball a rolling on
To clear the way for Henry Clay,
To clear the way for Henry Clay,
For with him, &c.
The merchants my there'll be no money,
Money, money, their debts to pay,
Until the ball that's rolling on,
Had cleared the way for Henry Clay,
For with him, &c.
The farmers say there'll he no market,
Market, market, for cattle or hay,
Until the ball that's rotting on
Has cleared the way tin Henry Clay,
For with him, de..c.
Prom all professions comes the cry,
Cry, cry, speed the day,
When this good ball that's rolling on,
Shall clear the way fur Henry Clay;
For with him, &c.
The great, the small, the short, tho tall,
Tall, tall, shall heave away
To keep this ball a tolling' on,
And plant the way fur Iteo,y allay,
For with him, &c.
Let honest locos 'Mind from under,
Under, under, without delay,
Join in with no to roll the ball,
That clears tho way for Henry Clay,
For with him, &c.
We see the ladies on us smiling,
Smiling, smiling, in their sweet way,
One word from them would be enough,
For Polk or Clay to clear the way—
We know they'll give that word for Clay,
For with him, &c.
We've spread our banner to the breeze,
Breeze, breeze, and it shall stay
Until the ball that's rolling on,
Has cleared the way for Henry Clay,
For with him, &c.
Come all ye true hearted patriots rally,
Rally, rally, your strength display,
Doubt not tho ball that's rolling now
Shall clear the way for Henry Clay,
Shall clear the way for Henry Clay,
For with bins, &c.
harry and Home Protection.
TONS -Rosin the Batt,.
Come all ye bold lands of '4O,
Who rallied 'round Tippecanoe,
And giro us your hearts and your voices,
Fur Harry the noble and true.
Come show the whole world that our spirit
Is up again, "sartain and sure ;"
And push right ahead for our Harry,
Great Harry--the honest and pure.
Come forth, ono and all, to the battle,
Determined the country to savo;
And strike for the Farmer of Ashland,
For Harry, the great and the brave.
A leader is he who ne'er failed us,
So now wo will give him our beat;
Then shout for tho friond of Home Labor,
The patriot, Hal of the West.
For Pratechon he ever has struggled—
His coat you will find it home-made :
lie goes dead against the starvation
That comes with one sided free trade,
So for home, and home's friend let's huzza,
And never give over the fight,
Till the corporal's guard and the Locos,
Are put to inglorious flight.
We're engaged for the war, and well go it!'
You need'nt believe we'll back out!
For the flag of bold Harry is flying,
And Harry and Home,' we will shout!
For Harry's the name we delight in—
O'or mountain and plain let it flow;
For as true tut you live, if we falter,
To ruin we surely must go.
Ca The young gentlemen of New Orleans are
about to hold an ' indignation' meeting to repudiate
the use of sun shades—the grievance being that
the ladled, the handsome ones in particular, use
them in such a way as to completely hide their
faces when walking the streets.
cc)" For home consumption, es the incendiary
maid, vim they asked him what he was put in prison
fort
UICIOMLLANEOTTEI.
MAJOR JONES AND MR, CLAY'
cj.To our mind there is about as much fun in
the following letter addressed to the editor of the
'Southern Miscellany;' as in any thing we have
read for many a day. If our readers laugh as hear
tily as we did over the Major's report of his experi
ence, the state of their health will be decidedly im
proved. 'rho author of Maj. Jones' letter is one
of the richest humorists of the day.-1V 0. Tropic.
LETTER FROM MAJOR JONES.
Prirtvins, April 3, 1844.
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To Col. Hanleiter:—
DEAR But :-If the world was to come a tend
now, if all creation was to burst up, as old Miller
wants it to, and the whigs and lokyfokys was all to
be fried up into one eturnal stew, I would'nt die with
out one consolation, as the old woman sad—l've seed
and shuk hands with Mr. Clay ! But I suppose you
would like to hear about it, especially as he did'nt
come to your town.
Well the fact is, I was in a perpect awivit ever
sense Mr. Clay arriv in Georgia for fear I mouglent
git a chance to see him. Mary was'nt well enough
to go with me and all of 'em was 'posed to my lea
vin home. But Mary's a right clever gal atter all
and after I reasoned thepint with her, and svvaded
her a little, she gin her consent, providin I would
promise to go rite ;trate down to Augusty, and come
rite back, without gwine to no partys or balls or any
die!' doing. I don't know wether she was more
fraid of my morals or charms of them Augusty galls,
but she was more monstrous particular about my mix.
en with'em much. Be that as it mough t, she has'nt
got nothin to fear from them or any other galls—
though 'tween you and me, thor is some monstrous
garly looking creatures in Augusty.
But to proceed—the galls had my Sunday fixing
all done up and ready for me by Monday mornin,
and I sot out for Augusty bright and early. At
first I woe monstrous fraid I mought loose my way,
!it fore I got in fifty milea of the city all I had todo
wasjest to follor the crowd. It seemed like the
whole country W. movin to one point—all gwine
to see Mr. Clay. i arriv in the city about noon on
Tuesday, and arch a sigth I never expect to see sight.
Men and wimin, nails and boys, niggers and all,
was dross.-.. 1 no within art inch of their lives. and
running througn .....-.e
Mr. Clay. Banners was flying, horses was rearM,
carriages was *Win, niggers hollerin and children
squalin 'in every direction. My horse was worse
scared than I was, and what upon yearth to do wills
him I did'nt know. I could'nt see no swingin signs
and one house looked jest as much like a tavern a s
the rest. The only chance - .• l ,lvas to inquire—so I
axed the lust good looking man I seed where the
tavern was.
Ses he, what house do you want to stop at I'
The tavern,' ses I.
'Well,' ses he, titer's several taverns, but I neon
they're all full by this time—you had better put your
horse in the Livery Stable and look for a house af
terwards.
Enny way,' ses I, 'so I can get a chance to see
Mr. Clay.'
The man pointed me to a stable whar I loft my
horse, and the next thing I done was to ax when
Mr. Clay would be in town.
The gentleman pulled out his watch, and ses he,
Mr. Clay will be in the city in about three quarters
of a ower.
Wall; ses mister, do toll me where I can ace
him;
.110 is to bo received at the city Hull,' yes he,
pintin down to a thunderin grate big 'midden with a
woman on the top holdin a now fashioned pair of
stillyarda in her hands- 4 ho will be conducted rite
titer as soon as he rives in town.'
Thank you, air,' sea I, and away I split for the
City Hall.
When I got that, may be thur went a crowd of
people on the benches, and all in the lot, and on
the fences and every whar, as far as I could see. I
was bent on genii . ' a good place, so I could see and
hear—so I crowded in among 'em till I got rite up
to a tree in front of the portico whar they said Mr.
Cloy wasgwine to stand. The crowd looked mon.
drone anxious, jest like they were dreadful hung
ry and was waitin for their dinners.—The sun was
monstrous hot, and the galls begun to get terrible
tired holdin their parasols over their faces, and
kep all the time axin the gentlemen what time it
was.
Bimeby, whow-o-o-o, went the eanuon—' oh!
tie's comin !' see the galls--4 hurrah !' shouted the
men.
Then such a rumples !—the cannon kep firin a
way as fast as it could—the people shouted—the
wimin talked—the children squalled, and the crowd
came rushing into the yard like a mill tail. People
on foot and on horses, and in carriages and stages,
and all sorts of ways, till they raised such a dust
that I could hardly ace the liberty pole not morn
fifty yards off. The people all got on the seats
with their feet, and every body's neck was stretched
out to see Mr. Clay. Dymeby, sure enough, here
he came in an open carriage, with his hat oil, mili
tia and bowin to the people. Then the' was a shout
that almost made my heart jump out of my mouth,
and lots of people looked like they was gwine to cry
for joy, when they saw the glorious old HARRY
OF THE WEST' walk up the steps of the porch
with the same bold strate up and down manly stride,
' which carried him through his long and glorious
public life.
L.PenQ, „
The committee was all around him with thcr bluy
ribbons in their button holes, and looked like they
thought it was 4 glory enough for one day' to wait
on such a chief. They tuck hint into the house to
give hint a chance to got a little breath and to brrsh
the dust off his clothes, and then they brims him
out on the steps to receive the welcome of the pro.
ple. Col. Cumming made a speech to him whirls
was jest the very thing. He did'nt put nothin in it
that did'nt sound well to say to a man's face, and
pinted out titer effect upon the prosperity of the
country, in such a way 88 to leave no doubt upon
his mind as to the opinion entertained of his course
by the people of Georgia.
I kep my eyes on the old feller while he was bow
in under the compliments and praises that Was heap
ed upon him in that speech, and watched the faces
of the people, covered with smiles and heamin with
gratitude and love to the man whose life had been
spent in their service, end I could'nt help but think '
what a bominable shame it is that such a fame and
popularity as his can never he gained nil a man gits
so old he can't enjoy it. What a pity it is that
Statesmen can't adopt the cash system, like the noes.
papers, and git titer pay in advance, fore they git so
old they haint got no use for it. But that's the way
grate men must give 'emselves hart end soul to titer
country, to be cussed and persecuted by their mut
inies all their lives, only to have justice don 'em in
the evenin of titer days, or when they're in their
graves. I'd rather Nye on the plantation with Ma
ry, and take care of my children and raise pigs and
chickens than be the biggest public man the sun e
ver shone upon.
When Col. Cumming was done, Mr. Clay an
swered his speech. He spoke above an hour and a
half, and I recon you !nought have heard a grass
hopper mere in any part of the yard—the people
wis so quiet. Every eye was loolcin at him, and
every ear and Mouth was open to drink in Iris word.
It would take the whole Miscellany' to hold his
speech, but it's impossible for me to tell you what
he sed. But whar's the use of my tryin to dscribe
Mr. Clay's speech / Every body knows tl.e sun
ain't to be beat for brightness when it shines, and
every body knows that Henry Clay as a orator is
jest as much a siinrnon over common men as the sun
is over the little stars that twinkle in the heavens.
Bless you, Colonel, he pleases every body—lokyfo
icys and all—and I don't belie,:e that tbre was a
personn Pg ß ' i gi e o lt lcl :and loteeho, Ugr=,.aino.,
who did't after hearing him go over his political
life, and give his opinions, and his reasons, on all
the important political subjects now before the coun
try—go home satisfied that Ire was the greatest,
honestcst and beet patriot in the country.
Atter the speech Mr. Clay went to his lodging,
and! tuk a stroll through the city to try to find a
tavern. Broad street, as they coil it, was full of
people all talkin 'bout Mr. Clay—every one was a
praisin him, and talkin 'bout his speech. I made
out to git in the Globe Hotel, and put my name on
the book at the bar. In a few minutes a feller came
up to nie and ses he,
'I presume this is Major Joseph Jones, of Pine
v illol'
.Yes,' sea I, that's my name.'
My nano is Peleg,' sea ho, holdin out his hand,
I ern glad to see you, Major,' ses he. 'How is
your family and the baby I'
All well, I thank you, sir,' sos I—' The same to
you.' But I 'epos° he had no family, he did'nt say
nothin. Bymeby in comes some more fellers, and
Mr. Peleg introduced 'ern all to use ; and such anoth
er lot of Pelegs I never heard of before— they're
more plenty in Augusty than the Thompson's is in
Madison. There was John Peleg, and Samuel Pc
leg, and James Peleg, and Peter Peleg, and Seth
Peleg, and the Lord only knows how many, nearly
every other man I got 'quainted with was a Peleg.
After supper, I went down to the Bloody Six
hundred Club meeting, at the City Hall. I tell you
what now, Colonel, them's a nest of Coons for you.
I don't believe Augusty 'lt fall into the hands of the
lokyfokys agin so long as ther's ono Bloody Six
Hundred left. There's spunk and activity enough
among 'ens to supply the whole state. They're the
same fellers that raised the very stones of Augusty
in mutuny in 1840, and the treachery of old Tyler
hain't had no more effect on them than a black frost
one ingion bed. We had two first rate speeches
from Mr. Toombs and Mr. Stephens. You know
Mr. Stephens has had the terrible misfortune to take
rather diarent views of the Constitutional law from
Mr. Stiles and the other lokyfoky representatives of
Whig Georgia in Congress. Ho touched on that
eubject in his speech. He told the Bloody Six
Hundreds that he had attempted to defend the Con
stitution of the country, and ax'd 'am if they would
stand by hiss and sustain him in such a course !
and I reckon if the pious Mr. Stiles could have
heard the response that burst from the lips of every
man in the room, he would begin to think it was
time to save his prayers for himself, and let Mr.
Stephens' conscience take care of itself.
The next day I looked about through the town;
and the fact is, Augusty is a right smart chance of a
city. But I think the people that first sot it out
was rather large between the eyes, and made most
too big calculations of its growth. The streets is
monstrous wide, and the houses is drilled along the
sides of 'em, at considerable distance apart, except
in some parts of Broad street where the soil seems
to be a little better and the buildings grow tolerably
thick. I hays* got room in this letter to tell you
half the wonders I seed, and in fact I was so much
took up with M. Cloy that I didn't take much no
tice of any thing else.
At noon I welt to the Masonic Ilan and was in
troduced to Mr. Clay. When I gin him my hand
see I Mr. Clay, I'm monstrous glad to sce you in
Georgia, sir. I pipe your thrivite, sea I.
Thank you :Major,' says ho, thank you sir—
how is your bab! !'
Right plert, thank you,' says I, 'and the most
surprisenest chill in Georgia—he's a perfect coon,
says I.
That's the eglit stock Major,' says he, 'give my
respects to Mlll Jones, and tell her I hope—'
but before Mr. Cloy could get it out somebody tuck
ine by the coat tail, and says he, give way, Major,'
and the first thing I knowed I was crowded away
into tother ecrul of the room by the lams that was
trying to get at Mr. Clay. Byemby they got a ring
around him, and then every body had a fair show-
in. Lokyfokys and all came up and sheok the old
man's hand in poi , hearty fashion, and I don't be
lieve there war a man left in tho room that didn't
like the old coon better than he did when ho went
in. There's something about him that draws one to
him and that makes one feel perfectly familiar al
though we feel that we are in the presence of a great
man. He's monstrous ugly, if you go to sitTerin
out his features as you would common people's—
but for all lint, he's the best looking man I ever
saw. His mouth is like an overseer's wages, ex
tentlin from one year's rend to totlier, but when he
speaks you woultnit have it any smaller if you
could. It sterns like nature made it so a purpose
to give free vent to the patriotic emotions of his no
ble genious—his broad forehead looks like the front
view of the Temple of Wisdom, and all his features
bespeak him the noblest work of God—an honest
man !
The next morning I was gettin ready to go homo
when one of the numagers biting me a ticket to the
Ball. What to do I did'ot know. I didn't want to
be imperlight to the gentleman, who invited me, and
did'nt want to make a fuss at home ; and I know'd
if I went to n hall Mary would pout about it for a
week. But the Pelegs waded me, and being it
was a partieula, occasion, and I was'nt gwine to
dance, I twain ii to go.
Well, I staid /ill Thursday night, and 'bout nine
o'clock I went to the ball room. When I went in,
I could'ut help feelin a sort o'queere. Every thing
etti bright—the room war so blazin light and every
could'nt shut my mouth, and my hands were never so
mueh in my way before in my life. I felt mon
strous awkward, and the room was so full that I
could'nt turn round 'thout trampin on somebody's
toes.
Mr. Clay was in the midst of 'em, promenadin as
they called it, shakin hands and talkin to the galls.
Every now and then some of the managers would
call for a cotillion, then the niggers would strike up
the musick and the whole croud seemed to be dancin
at once. Then they would say gentlemen, take
partners for a promunade,' then they would all walk
about and talk to one another, jest as if they was per
fectly at home, and it was morn I could do to keep
out of the way of the galls, I did'nt know any of
'em, and I was sort o'fraid of 'em—not because I
thought they was any prettier than Mary, (for the
fact is, I did't see any that we, as handsome us she
is) but they was dressed so fine. Notwithstandin
every thing went on without confmion, there was
a good deal of bustle in the room. Some of the
galls bad mor'n there share, which made 'cm
take considerable mere room than was necessary
when they was dancin. I was standin lookin at
'em, when ono of the Pelegs came up to me, and
ses ho,
Major, can you tell mo why bustles is like a
popular novel?'
I considered a little and see, I don't know 'thout
it is 'cause they're very interestin.'
On, no,' ses he, it's cause they're fiction foun
ded on fact!'
Away went Peleg, and fust thing I knowed
every body was lookin at me for laughin so loud.
I straitened up my countenance as well as I could
and went to tothor tend of the room.
'Bout 'lawn o'clock the music struck up a march
and all of 'em begun to go up stairs. I axed Mr.
Pcleg if the show was over.
Oh no,' ses he, they're jest gwino to feed the
animals. Take my arm Major, ses he, 'and allow
me to show you to the sipper room.'
' Thank you,' sea I, and we wont with the crowd
till we got up stairs, whar ono of the managers
was standin.
'Ladies walk in—gentlernen walk back,' see he.
Walk in, Major—the invited guests will sup at
the first table with the ladies.
Well, in I went. Thar was Mr. Clay and five or
six other gentlemen, with 'bout three hundred ladies
standin round the tables oaten. I tell you what, that
tapper room banged cnny thing I ever seed in all
my born days before, I never thought thee was so
many good things to eat in the world. If you be
lieve me, there was no crud to 'cm. There was all
kinds of substantial, such as hog meat, turkeys,
chickens, ducks, birds, oysters, and ull kinds of
cakes and jellies and pickles and preserves, great
big sugar houses, and cake houses that would take
a regiment of soldiers to destroy 'em in a month.
I lost my appetite jest looking at the wiunnin eat,
but I drunk a cup of mighty good Cake, and eat a
few mouthfulls jest for appearance salvo, and after
gittin a piece of cake for Mary and Some candy for
the baby, from the lady Globe, I went to the nigger
what took care of the hats, got my hat and went
back to the hotel. The next morning cut for home•
I found 'cm all well home, and Mury sea, twin as
Pit was Mr. Clay's Ball, and I didn't dance with any
of the gala, and 'specially as I brought home a new
frock for her and a pretty ono for the baby, she
won't be mad with mo for going. No more front
your friend till death. JOS. JONES.
My First and Last Love Affair.
Ili WILLIAM RURNS:
I believe the admission general that no boy pas.
see his nineteenth year without having experienced
at least one tender and eternal (of course) passion,
and that very few girls get fairly through their six
teenth year scathless of a romantic love. The ten
der sentiment is peculiar to the teens, and is some
thing like the mumps and the measles—it comes
only once in a life-time.
Just as I was entering the last half of my nine
teenth year, (it matters not how long ago that was)
and beginning to think of whiskers, tobacco anti
other modern evidences of manhood, I fell most
desperately in love. I knew at the time that it was
the maddest thing in the world to voluntarily yield
myself up to a passion, which is very cleverly cari
catured by French cooks, when they put a live fowl
before a slow fire and roast it gradually, for the pur
pose of swelling the heart; but show me a youth
who listens to reason—if he has any--when his
head, heart and other fixine are in a broil of ten
derness,devotion and romance, and I will confess that
I was a greater fool than the majority of my sex
and age.
The , COUTEIi of my love' ran smoothly enough
for some time—but this did not deceive me—l
knew I should get to the rapids and whirlpools too
soon for my own comfort. I was like the drunken
Indian in the canoe above the Falls of Niagara—l
just took long draughts of delicious nectar, and al
lowed the little shallop of my fate to take its own
way, and make the isn't bargain it could with the
treacherous waves. My gentle resignation, howe
ver, did not make my sufferings the lighter; the
crisis came—l stool on the edge of the precipice—
I looked pitiously around for help—l shrieked in
' the most pathetic end romantic tones—but it
wouldn't do, over I went into the maddening flood.
I felt for an instant it was till a j b with me—and
then there was a blank.
When I awoke again I found myself in bed--
leg u weak and very wretched. The doctor told me
• • • • -
brain, but that a rheumatic fever had stepped in in
stead. What a cold bath to romance! I who was
dying of broken heart to be labelled rheti matte—
I hated the man feom the moment and swore to be
revenged, and I kept my oath—his bill is unreerip.
led yet.
My young readers—and •I am writing now espe
cially to them—will know what the foregoing
means, without further explanation ; but least somc
sour, crabbed old maid, or fussy old bachelor should
accuse me of putting nonsense in type, I will just
add in plain terms, that after a most tender season
of love, which commenced in the warm months and
lasted till the cold, I was very politely informed by
a very polite mother, that I was a wild rake, an
unprincipled libertine, mad that * fille looked up , nu
my attentions to her daughter with displeasure.—
Hero was a dumper! I a rake! who had th,T ,
1 1 dared to read certain chapters in the old testament
fur fear of knowing more than a modest young :nun
should! I a libertine who had never looked in o
lady's face without blushing! The charge aston
ished me—tho virtuous Surface, with less reason,
was not more indignant—but astonshment and in
dignation did no good— both ended, Us I said before,
in rheumatism.
When I recovered, a most devoted friend of the
parties handed me a pretty three comerednote, the
seal of which, white wax, of course, represented
two hearts very barbarously run through with an
ugly lookingskewer. It (the note, not the skewer)
was from my own one, and was full of tender terms
broken hearts,' 'crushed of blighted
hopes,' poignant regrets,' undying love,' &e. &c.
&c.; every body knows how these strong expres.
gond are sprinkled in. The P. 8. put new life in
me. It ran thus—
" Love laughs at locksmiths. Come to my win
dow that looks into the little garden, at to o'clock
to night. In scaling the wall look out for the bro
ken glass that is embedded on the top, and don't for
get to put a beef-steak in your packets to pacify the
dog with if ho should attack you. He is very fem.
chins, and Ma had his teeth filed yesterday."
I was in raptures. What did I care for the wall!
I would eat through it glass and all—and as for the
dog, with his filed teeth, why my account at the
butcher's should answer for the faithfulness with
which that job had been performed.
Ten o'clock came and I was off at the rendez
vous'). The wall I got over at the expense of n
rent in my coat and a slight scratch on my person
—I cared for neither. Holding three or four huge
slices of beef in my hand, for I slid not half like the
prospect of en encounter with the dog, I threaded
the narrow walks and gained the designated spot
beneath the window. The night was very dark—
but two bright eyes shining front the casement, told
me all that I wan anxious to learn. How I mana
ged to clamber up to the window, and enter it is of
no particular importance. I did get up and in, and
found myself in her arms, or she found herself in
mine—l fOrget which—it was all the same though.
'My own love' (a pretty appellation isn't it?)
was in raptures, and so was I ; she wept and I sung
to her—
c!) ac.r. CD GE)
Oh why is the girl of Illy scut still in tears,'
(du I quota correctly) until she wiped her eyes and
began to talk. Then I knew alto had regained her
composure, ler I have always ob,errtd that a woman
never talks when she is excited-it is a yell,or a unite
and either is not :eery pleasant.
Wo laid great ,•.' Elopement,
hasty marriage; rdon--every
thing was fixed upon. In hours of the
morning I prepared to ! 2 :•• •':•: ,!, , 1 the
window and looked out ,1:y dark.
There is an especial proverb against jumping in
tho dark, but I did not think of it at that inonimt
--move's the pity.
The farewell kiss was burning en my lips, !Ile
soft adieu ringing in my ears, as I took the juror
Powers above! what a transition! I found myself
immersed to the lips in—in—a hogshead of warm
meal slush—a compound which, licwever good fin
fattening hogs, is riot exactly calculated for a hot
bath. How it got there, or how I got into it, I hod
no time to ascertain, for did - load baying of the dog
called my attention to a new danger. T he beef I
held in my liand,as I leaped from the window fell into
the hogshead, .d I now contrived to draw it out of
the meal, with the hopo of silencing the dog ere I
attempted to extricate myself front the unpleasant
position in which I was placed. But dogs though
they liko beef very well aro not particularly food of
Indian meal—hot—as I soon found to my cost.
The enemy came on with a fierce I held
out the beef, a sudden flood of tight exposed to me,
and two or three grinning sermnts and a host of
'family friends,' the ridiculous scenein which I woo
figuring. I attempted to rise and explain, as Mr.
Who did some time ago itt Congress ; but the dog
decided that I was out of order, and compelled me
to dock my head quite under, to avoid his spring.
I arose but to hear peals of laughter, and dodge
again in the same way the vile animal, who contin
ued to leap over me with the agility of a cat and the
ferocity of a tiger. I thought my time had come, and
was about to resign myself to my f,te with as much
dignity as it was pixisibla for mo to exhibit in a
hogshead, whets any persecutor relented and called
the dog ME I was then taken out, scraped and al
lowed to depart—but the story cf my mishap be
come known and I was greeted with laughs of de
!Won at every corner.
Against this, however, I bore up bravely, till
was informed thht the fair one. for whom I had en
countered all the= perils, had played me false by
liv i r r yi t r: i g u t Thenl aolemn:y swore never
ded my first and la . st love riZi";.'lnsS. and tint.'
en.
To ANNA
Demi Anna thou'rt my guiding ear—
Thy ray a silver tliread,
Which dues connect ue, and by whiell
Still towards 'heel am led.
But Anna. aro we to remain
Thus far apart forever?
Well, if I cannot nearer come,
Shine on some other feller.
The following brilliant picture, which we find ira
the Richmond Enquirer, may not be considered an
t addenda to D's soul melting effusion:
A tare young girl is leaning pensively on the case
ment, gazing with thoughtful brew, upon the scene
below. Thu bloom of fifteen summers tint her sett
check, tho sweets of a thousand flowers are gather•
ud upon her round lips, the curls cling to a spotless
brow, and fall upon a neck of perfectgrace, the soft
sw•inntingeyes seem lighted by the tenderest lire of
poetry, and beauty 'levers over her as her most fa
vored child. What are her thoughts? Love can
not stir is bosom so young, sorrow cannot yet have
touched a spirit so pure. Innocence itself seems to
have chosen her for its own. Alas, has disappoint
ment touched that youthful heart? Yes, it mat be
on; but hist? site clads—lire bosom heaves—her
eye brightens--her lips part—she speaks—listen:
•Jim, you nasty fool! quit scratching that rig's
back, or I'll tell mar.'
FASIITWf IV SPELLING.-.- , Why mother, almost
every word in John's letter is spelt wrong. You'd
not have me marry such a man, surely I'
La! child, I. ;uppeae that'Nthe Way they spoil
in the place where he lives. There aro diffitreet
fashions in spelling as well as in other things.'
A GII AMMATICAL SERVANT.-A young woman,
on meeting a former fellow servant was asked how
she liked her new plum. Very well.' •Then
you've nothing to complain of.' Nothing, only
my master and mistress talks such worry bad gram
mar,'
3j Dr. Franklin, recommend. a young man in
the choice of a wife to acted her from a Lunch,
giving na hie reason that when there era many
daughters, they improve each other, and, front emu.
lotion acquire more accomplishments and know
more, and do more, than a single child spoiled by
paternal fondness.
Via, Li m.r.--The Richmond Star declare,:
Death's door' to be the month of a whiskey bottle.
Many a poor devil finds his way out of the world
through that opening.
Gentleness is a sort of mild atmosphere, and
it en tern into a chikl's soul, like the sunshine in
to the rosebud, slowly but surely expending its
beauty and vigor.
cO - . Patient industry accomplishes wonders. A
little done doily makes much in a year.
A wood-chopper is always a polite man,—
when he wants wood, he roes and rues for it.
Tilt Dar. ri IT OF AavnrisiNe.--A merchant
lately put en advertisement in a paper, headed , 13ey
Wanted.' Near inerning he found a bandbox on
I Ids door ::11.p, t;ith this inscription : t How will this
one answer?' On opening it, he found a nice, 'Io ,
Chithby-looking specimen of the article he wcnikei,
warmly done op in Minuet.