Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Wayne County, Ind.) 1831-1837, 1836-03-12

Give me thslad With black eoekade.
Whist sAows his frelock handy,
Aad will set sneak nor - a5eareA
To give the Preach the dandy.
RON SoHo.
EAST ROOM, FEs.-, 1886.
DEAR Cous,N-I was almost tickled
to death to get a letter from you after
the great conflaggeration, and to hear
that you warnt burt out Of house and
home. l knowd that if any body
could .quiggle out Of a scrape it was
a down easter, born and bred. 1t is
trew you escaped by the skin Of your
teeth; but then, you know, a. aunt
Nabby says, a miss il n good ~ a
mile. Well, ! spose you want TO hear
whether Congress is going to help the
merchants. Betwixt you and ] and
the post, they don't mean to do moth
in about It. They made little fur
ry at first, but it's all over. They
say if they help one, they must help
rcther; and that if . pink-starned
mackerel schooner jist arrived at
Downingviile was to be burnt, with
all her fare aboard, government was
jist as much bound to pay the bounty,
allowed by law, as to rcconnsit the
duties ON goods burntup in New York.
They say, saase for the goose, and
saase for the gander. That's the
rule they work BY. Well, now. cou-
sin, ha'nt there been a pretty kittle
of fish to fry hero this winter! If l
havn't had my hands full, then l think
its q pity. What with the French
treaty, and the Bank, and the forty
6eations, and fifty other things; (and
the Jin'ral lays it all on my shoulders 5;
it seems sometimes as if my head
would split into thousand flinders.
But my minds decomposcd this evenin,
and if amt interrupted, I'll men
ton a few things IN secret. g.
You preceive, cousin Zekiel, that
I've commenced this letter with q
scrap Of poetry; jist as the great un-
known used to do, before it was sar-
tin who the writer Of Kend1l2corth
was. When he was put to his trumps
for a NOTICE, he used to make some
thing up out Of his own head, and
stick .sold song" at the bottom. But
the varses at the head Of this chapter
are Jest what the Jin'ral used, when
he sat down to smoke his pipe with
me when Mr.. Barton writ to him that
Levy Phillippy Wouldn't pony down
the cash. Well, says 1, Jin'ral, that's
your sort-l'll join chorus
Yankee doodle. doodle deo;
Brimming Gil your glasses;
Fight for father. mA'am and Sue
Corn, and pork. AID 'lassss.
Sarjent Joel, says the Jin'ral, can
you keep a secret! Yes,l can, says
|. So can !, says the Jin'ral. But,
says l, Jin'ral, ii you'll only tell it to
me, it shan't 60 no farther;-tha,'s
right up and down, on the word Of a
soldier. That's enough, says he; you
shall know it. Sa1ent Downing, says
the Jin'ral, I'm goin to make war
message tomorrow, and ! want you
to write it. But, says !, my friend and
fellow citizen, don't you know there's
two sides to q bargain! II you send
your war manifest. even If it passes
the house, you know there's the SEN
ate. l understand, says he; but
they know me of old. I'll take . pair
of shears, stand in the lobby, and the
first man that opens his lips, let hun
mind his eye-thats all.
The Jin'ral hadn't more than got
his words out Of his mouth, before
there was a loud rap at the door,
Come in, says l. And in walked a
great pursy concarn, almost as big a.
Daniel Lambert, what you've seen
in the wax works, rugged up in British
regimentais. Thinks l, what in the
name Of common sense il coming
now! But before / had time to ask
him to take = cheer, he laid his shap-
20 and sword on the table; say be, Il
lDox heao holA airs Il fhia- liH,xal