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THE
WHEELING REPOSITORY.
(VrOL. 1 ) Thursday, 19th November, 1807.
(No. 28.)
M1SCE LLANl'.
Ski1 a katiov.
THE worst of tortures Fate can find
lo lacerate the feeling mind,
Or rob the soul of re^t,
Is when its adverse laws ordain
That Separation’s pow’rtul pain,
Should agonize the breast.
Oh ! ’tis an angu'i-.h too severe,
l'o!- even Hope to smooth, or cheer,
i hough deck d in radiance bright ;
T^or, hke dense vapours which arise,
And cast a gloom up >n the skies,
It soon obscures her light.
Its torturing pangs, alas ! are found
Mure poignant than the keenest wound
Thai venom’el darts can send ;
For fortitude can suffer pain,
I>ut, oh ! to part, and not again
fit join, a much lov’d friend,
< ■ >rro I s, as well as pains, the heart,
- J t ^ tv i y m r\ e with anguish smart,
And < \ hy hi; s destroys ;
’temembrance, ith officious zeal,
Increases every pang we feel,
Recurring to past joys.
And oft, amidst the gloom of night,
It brings J.ouis.i to mv sight,
Then leaves me to deplore ;
In ev’rv dream I likewise see
-Some tender prool tow’rds me,
And, waking, feel ’tis o’er.
Ah 1 no, though distance m: v divide,
Afb ction still will be her guide ;
Still, liki the needle true,
II r though s w ill turn towards that pole
'Which seem'd to guide her chasten'd
Though not withi, her view, [soul,]
And Mcm’ry’s pencil oft shall paint,
In colours n< ithcr cold nor faint,
The portrait of a friend.
On whom, through ev’rv sc» ne of life,
Win ther of pleasure, pain or strife,
She firmly may depend.
Th'-n, why should Separation’s pow’r
Itr»p*csa with gloom cadi future lioui ?
Why ev’ry bliss destroy ?
Still our united thoughts shall greet,
And, though divided, they shall meet,
And this partake ofjov.
To the Editor oj the ll heeling Repositon/.
!
I am one ol those persons, hir. Prin
ter, who are very fond of stories and a
necdotes. No other articles please me
so well. Whether they are true or not,
is of no consequence to me. If they be
true, they must be worth something ;—
and it they are not true, the want of
truth is in most cases abundantly com
pensated by some other quality. So
that when an article oi this kind conies
in my way, it hardly ever fails to meet
with a welcome reception.
1 happened to be at a tavern a few
evenings ago, where a traveller had
taken up his lodgings for the night.—
Finding him to be a sociable gentleman,
unci lieing, :is l have said, fond of sto
ries and anecdotes, I concluded to stay
a tilule, and have a little chat with him.
I expect'd that a talkative traveller
would certainly have something new to
till iru . Accordingly I had some bran
dy brought, and invited him to share
with m<. Afu r a little conversation, I
thought the bt st way to get him to toll
a story, would be, to begin the business
myself, and I told him two or three
'vliicn I had seen in the Repository.—
I lie. one about a lev r getting upon the
*°p ol the house, and hoisting his sweet
heart up tlie chimney, had a mighty ef
fect upon his laughing powers. Uut
when 1 told him about the Kail-riding,
and mention d the candles at the doors,
tue pillows flying out ol the windows,
&c. lie laughed so heartily that I thought
he would have burst his sides. lie ap
plauded the conduct of the “ young
ster*" n 1 declared he h id never heard
a story that pleased him so well.
We both took another swig of the
brandy, and lie pulled out a liutle me
morandum book which he carried about
him. lie then made me till the RaU
r din" story over again, and he wrote it
in liis book, declaring he v. ould travel
twenty miles to see any wife-beater get
the same tr^ atment. When he had done,
I inquired if he had any good stories in
his hook. He said he had got it only
the day before ; but he had an anecdote
in it, which he assured me an acquain
tance of his, just from Philadelphia, had
given him for well attested fact.
The traveller’s book related that his
acquaintance met with an Irishman in
I
Philadelphia, who told him the lament
able case of his brother in the following
terms :—“ Arrah, my jewel, but my bro
ther lay six weeks in the long month of
August, spatehless, and all the while
culling lor water: he did not ate a bit of
bread the whole time but one potataey
and he has it in his hand yet.'1
Though I had the misfortune to be
born in Ireland myself, Mr. Printer, yet
1 laughed as heartily at the traveller’s
anecdote as he had done at my story,
and resolved to write it, and send it to
you to be printed. Now as he has my
story in writing, I would be much gra
tified to h: v<* h’« anecdote in print. If
you will give it a place jn the Reposi
tory, I will be your much obliged and
very humble servant. Dick
[From the Virginia Gazette.]
“ One day las>t week, a stranger was
passing through the neighbourhood of
this place, and fell in with an old gen
tlemen of the name of Rigsby, whom he
begged to secrete him a few days, until
lit could make his escape. “ Why/’re
plied Mr. Rigsby, “ do you wish to be
secreted ?” “ I have just murdered
liurr, and I wish to be kept snug a day
or so, until I can set off safely.” Rigsby
at once agreed, took him home with
him, gave him the best his house afford
ed, anil kept him very snug, until the
fellow discovered where the old man
kept his cash, which he found it convc
nit nt to possess himself of, together with
the old fellow’s great coat and some o
tlv.r travelling necessaries, and took
h ms If o.T very quickly, to the great
rstoni; bment and mortification of the
good Mr. Rigsby.”
Chesterfield tountv, 26th, 1807.