The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware advertiser., 1825-12-15

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The following anecdete extracted from
New York paper. is told with SO much point,
that we doubt not it will more than recon-
pense the pains of a perusal:-
There was good, round-faced, jolly look
ing, broad -shouldered, honest, one-eyed fell
low at the Park Theatre the other evening.
There were plenty of other eyes in the
house, such as black eyes, blue eyes, grey
eyes made blue for season, and blue ewes
changed to black in a row; but then our jolly
fellow had one, grey, full eye, not placed III
the centre Of his head like giants but on
the right side of his nose, indicating there
by man of wit and hunor; for men OF wit
and humor never are straight AMI if they
have two eyes, the one of them is generally
good for nothing, Our one-eyed hero, at
in the pit, right below the chandelier, which
now and then would let fall drop of its
Macassan Oil merely to smooth the long
hair of the under sitter. He had on a round
about blue Jacket which had been bought
in NJ iden-lane for three dollars of Derby
paper before it crossed the river Stvx with
its directing rogues pulling the oars. A neat
black silk handk erchief was wound about
the neck of our man, with piece of the end
down bis bosom, which he used to look
through at the comet. His waistcoat had
clear buttons, but the wealth = round Sandy
Hook had dimmed their lustrc Near our
hero sat curious, muddy eyed half black
guard, half-gentleman sort of an Engl sh
man, waistcoat striped in slanting drec-
tion up his ribs like tie strcaks of tiger OF
some other wild animal His collar wa,
high, his head was high, his shoulders were
high, his knees were high, and he ro tred
out in a high voice to the orchestra to play
up "Rule Britannia The one-epe turned
round, and looked up on his near neighbor
"Orchestra, orchestra" said the other
'splay up Rule Britannia" Onf.eye spit
his quii out his mouth; high-coltar cried for
Britanna. One-eve opened his mouth
high-collar also opened his, and called agar
for his tune. "Stop, my good friend" sale
one-eyr, "we have no such tune in this coun
trv, ! guess" s."-"Whv should thrv not pls,
it." sa d the other, sit is very fine tune
a very good I'VE have no doubt CO
that said one-eve, shut in this countr'
we forgot the tune Of Rule Britannia, il
July, 1776, and hang me if we Yankees ever
could learn it since"
Too seriousfo make joke of.--Accord
ing to the following narrative. Mr.. Jefferso
had a narrow escape for his life. We con
fess it makes US tremble. that the vener.
BILE author of the Declaration of Indeper
dence had well nieh been converted--nc
into stone, but Plaster of Paris--by tn
hands of this modern Gorgon, Mr.. Browert
who regardless of Mr.. Us. life. seems oul
10 have thought of the trophy he was likel
10 carry lin the shape of a correct cas-
W1sh Gaz.
From the Richmond Enquirer.
We have received from Charlottesvil
che following account of the matter:-"M
Browere carried letters to Mr.. J. and OF
from Mr. Madison, the latter had submit
ted to the operation, and represented it
not painful, and the artist assured MIR.
that his mode was more easy than that of ;
artist who had already taken his bust. +
submitted to the operation. Instead OF pu
suing the usual course of taking the face
one operation, and the rest of the head
another, the whole was attempted at ono
The plaster was permitted to get too har
and Mr.. J. was nearly suffocated. He h;
no other mode of giving the alarm but
sta nping with his feet This noise alarr
ed the female part of the family who r;
into the room in moment. The plast
was SO hard that it had to be broken in
pieces by. means of ham ner and chiss
The strokes were necessarily hard. and Il
f.rs exceedingly distressing. Even aft,
the mould was broken, the plaster had tax
such firm hold on the ears that Mr., ]. "