Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-11-25


DOWN below, thinks each Of his customers great
gemman as he him sef''-and never dreams
| maxim change in So small an affair as fp-Nev-
| er mind suppose we let the flip pass, and star IF
again for few turns on deck, with half snother
ed flourish ofhe right ieg-one, two, three down
! you go sir as Ut pan cake. You entanglea
| yourself among the hind legs OF a Presbyterian
Descon-see. what Sardonlc grim ishts up h's
| puriianc visage. "Beg pardon SIR "--hesr thu
| sanctimonious long nosed hypocr'e =" but really
you are so spry "--Confound his Caynst'c snins
| let's go below. Is there ariose-nent this is
| mighty dull time. Ya-aw-a~--n! yes-'tis al.
| most bed time--the dullest hour of the four and
| twenty. But you must he seeking weapon TO
| murder tme--there is a large Bible under the mir
ror, with delightful print OF the Temptation OF
the wil1erne.s"-his Satanic hshness in full cos
tume "a camelite cloak delicate coveu foot-and
a sheet anchor tail peeping out behind like Dandy
Jacks IN the Grand Carsya.-This cnn oe no
creature Of the i'm gnation--he old fellow must,
have sat for this portrait hnselt-Yes, It's clear hc
had Il finger it. When you tired of this. yon-
der lies bundle of Tracts IN Jhse--covers - Aye
and pretty mahogany aromus dIsh' ful Of
air! to relieve your pocket of any odd copper,
which may be eating hole in it. There's latter
cd file OF the Evening Post'-raher old TO be
he latest bearing date some three month,
back-but then the advertisements ar aIloays new
-Bontanti-Mrs. Cantelo .-Gazooks II you
grow sleepy over these precious items. you deserye
,n ba-put IN bel iustantiv We'll than ne m,
Lady Macbeth says, to bed, to bed. to bed ~
Poor woman her sumbcrs were not more unqu'ci
than mine--I had no " little spot" to glare upon ny
visioned soul-but hang me, # did not-in my
dreams of course ache do a bloody deed tor
the owner Of the villainous poney, which as s,am
ping over my birth, as #" the thunder of his neck
had fallen into his heels. Imagine reaJer--the la
dies of course are in their cabin--a gale in The
Sound--the Boat wallowing through The waves
like Chri.tisn in the Slough of Desponi--myseli
and twenty others slowed away in the forward cabin
three on the ao5g--six heads peepIng from their
births, and cascadng like the carved Jobhernouls
of au old fouutain-time, dulght-the sheeted
spray of fevery tenth lpaUe-and Ma,urln, you re-
| collect, says that's "a wha'er"-cis charging ts
brine upon The poor devil horse and creating con-
vulsivc clauerng OF MS ivor bound no IS WITHIN t."
inches of my pate, as il the lshtniDgs of Heaven
were dancing a" double schu6ie" there - Curse
that beast!" echoed from every mouth, not pre-
viously engaged in emitting something still more
unseemly. "My good freuds don't s~ear !"-cX-
claimed sepulchral voice from the birth below ne.
1t was the Connecticut Deacon. Copfound your
lantern jaws--said I-you are mighty fond of dane
ing all a. onceI wish the poor beast had the scene
of his hornppe laid among your pewter shins -
" And who are you ?" A Troslodyte, S ir and you
may at we'll keep your tongue to YOURSELF as other
wise it is in some danger o! mak'ng pilgrimage
down your throat with your front teeth for fellow
travellers II in tender like mood-tor,
from certain equivocal sensations IN the epgastric
region began to infer that my supper-it had been
a hearty-woud soon make part and parcel OF
the wreck of natter upon the drenched carpet.
The Deacon had "poked his noddle" out OF his
nest--turnlng his leathern phlz upward and back
ward to smell out, ifpossiGle, what Troslodyte
might be-hs look was any thing but "such as an
gels show" unless indeed the Angel he tallen-At
that instant, the Boat gave huge lurch-the horse
recommended his rgadoons with new visor-my
stomach rebeed furously-and" in moment, IN
the twiLkling OF an eye"-thc Calvini.t's physlog-
nomy, which had naturally somewhat OF the cay
about it resembled leg of boiled veal with an
egg dressing!!
do not deny there was trille OF malgnity III
the direction OF the casoade-the old blue skin
saped and goggled at so like sImpleton thut--l
could not resist the temptation.
"Oh what had vengeance giv'n to trace
Despair upon his dying ,ace )!
Says the Giaour. fMis be a satisfaction, the
Deacon afforded It then. fes-l saw At as plain as
AIS nose-the look OF utter hopelessness-the eye
which sees hesoming storm, knows escape is va'n,
and con,esses the retributlon merited. lie shook
nImselfllke the Liou IN his lair Dut he spake not
he could not-tnere was physical ,mpossitiiiiy.
lie growlcd-but articulation found no utterance
sight aud speech we're ogerpowered al :he same
instant. Beg pardon SIR SAID !, du really you are
so sprv! How well he disested the con'piim,n
cannot deny. Long ere he had recovered ms speech
| was IN a most refreshing sium0er, ior-
"pure and beautiful thoughts at this hour
Go off ,u dir, ams to the helds Of The blest"-
A prime New Yorker-who admired the scene
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