The Portland gazette. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1818-1824, 1822-12-03
Miscellany.
From Tie .Nei0 Monthly MdgG<ine.
THE LAST OF THE PIGTAlLS.

the body i the she'll Of the soul (; apparel j.
the husk If THAT hell the hu SIX often tells you
what the kernel is .-QUARLEs.
No never will forgive thee, Frank Har-
topp Hadst thou been mine enemy, might
have oheyed the divine injunction, and par
doned thee but as we are no where enioin-
ed 10 forgive our friends. thou shalt never
have absolution for thy offence. Talk not 10 me
OF the last Of The Romans thou hadst proud
er distinction, for t5ou vert the last OF the
pigtais!-And 10 CIT it of at the solicitation
Of thy DslIlah of dsughierl-yerlly, Frank.
thou must wear in thy head the instrument
that Sampson welded 1T was sn act OF ca
pillary suicide, crinigerous fe}o-tle Sc and
were the locks Of Bereniee which assembled
from the temple of Venus, 10 shoot from their
consultations or The golden hair by which Alb
salon was suspended in the fores Of Erhraim,
or the immortal ring let ravished from Belinda,
to offer themselves as substitute for thy loss j,
they could neither restore thee to thy former
honours, nor 10 Thy pristine place ~ my esteem.
Feeling with that author who could m. utof
10 see an old post grubbed up 10 Which he
had been long familiarised, what must en-
! bad seen hanging from head loved for
nearly half a Century, until had Unidentified
i with my friend as part and parcel Of hin
self ?
The blow, too, fell upon a wounded spirit
for hal scarcely recovered the extinction Of
the last Of the cocked-ha:s, with which my old
friend John Mutt, of happy civic memory. mad
walked away into the other world. What Q
treat was it 10 me, some Of whose senses have
already left me, and gone forward TO The land
Of shadows 10 announce mr. speedy coming
what treat was it 10 me, ia my walks city
wards. TO throw mine eyes over the prOiaue
round-hatted vulger Of feet stree, or cheapside,
and encounter in the distance the lofty tralngu-
lar summit Of my friend. like some precious
argosy or" huge ammiral" sailing up out OF
the last century, every corner richly freigbted
with antique "reminiscences, and as pregnant
With triple associations as the trident OF Pluto !!
What coilyrium 10 my feeble eyes TO gaze
upon his blue collsrIess, basket buttoned coat,
ever fresh in texture though venerable in form,
with Ifs circular halo Of powder behind. grad
ualy Shading of into that debateable land
which was daily invaded by pplvilIio, and
daily recovered by the brush His long flap
ped waiscoat was of the same material and
hue so were his breeches, (for renounce the
new tangled squesmshness Of expressing them
by " small clio hes ;")his narrow stock allowed
his worked friil TO meander upon his bosom, or
wanon 10 The wind, in sympathy with the
ruflles on his sleeve his powdered wig BAL
snced itself with majestic Ucrls, like fms, on
either side and behind-tdost thou hear,
Frank Hartopp p there depended a gnodiy
pigtad. By heavens ! III have starting
taught that word 10 ring it il thine ear =
John was characteristic in every thing, even
in epicurisn, of which he was the prcfessed
high priest. AIethrks now behold The pee
Wish expression and drop Of The under Jaw,
which would sometimes follow the fret month
fil nf venison. and hear the gentle oath with
which he would excommunicafe the game
k epers for shooting a buck and leaving II 10
die slowly while they went in pursuit Of an
other. His, however, was not the anger Of
feeling but OF taste inasmuCh as the animal
thus expiring in a ievefish slate, the flesh TO
use his own phrase " ate tough and codjled.
instead Of being short and crisp in he MOI h =
How imporlant and reflective was his look.
as his palate toyed with Tie first glass If Ma
deira, ere he pronounced that verdict against
which there was no appeal fnr 10 question
lis authority N a tavern would have been t.
deny Diana at Ephesus. II was said thai he
conIi distinguish bv the favour tf7n what
island turtle ha] been imported, ana IN what
forest buck had been shot bot these, ar
2rehend. are fond esaggerations Of lis dis
cipies. lie is swept into the invisible world.