Southern telegraph., 1837-04-25

~ interest every beloder As lie passed
MY frieads, gentle gcnuileciion Of the bo-
dy and agracefil touch Of his hat, drew an
involuntary and hasty bow from the whole
crowd: his riding saii, Of sable grey, vas
well suited to the person It covered, and no.
thing interested Us more than the modest
demeanoF which Characterised bis approach
70 and communion with our host of the
Swan, little Sam Wilkins. Little accus-
TONED to the sdavitcr in moda, which he
met in the person Of his guest, Sam seemed
embarrassed; there was nothing of the up
rmrious rant Of his young country friends,
nor any Of the presumpluous lmpudoncc,
the almost universal virtue Of his inmates,
denoniinated lawyers, who were hangers
on at the bar, during term time. But Sam
was quick at discovering character, and
his best bow welcomed to the hotel, the
gentleman in grey. Sam was usually po-
lite to those whose appearance promised
good pay, he wasa man of calculation, and
among all the villagers, there was not one
to be found who kept more steadily in view
the main chance. Will YOU take glass
af,er your ride, sir, said Wilkins, as he
Iprohered the sparkling liquor upon the
breast of his little bar. Our dusty roads
and warm weather are apt to give travel
Ter a relish for good liquor; Come, sir,
help yourself. The invitation was respect.
fully and politely declined, VIII you write
your name in the travellers book, sirq con
tinued Sam, as he handed blotied and
scribbled book, which from iis worn and
dirty appearance, might have been the
eompanion of the bar for hilf century -
The stranger, in quite an elegant, hand,
wrote William Wor,aiRgtoh, and drew a
black line over the space where he should
have written his place of residence. The
quick eye Of Wilkins caught This, and in
slanily supposed that his guest had reasons
for concealing the place Of his abode; bl.
his politoness, Or tho appearance Of the
stranger, prevented his inqpiring into the
cause Of drawing The black line--stiI the
circumstance took hold upon his imagina-
ton, which, no doubt, made out Of tliat black
stroke Of the pen, New York, Philadelphia,
and every other city or place Of note, known
to the upright host ofthe Swan and Rushes
My servant, sir, has instructions to bring
my valse to my room: will you have the
goodness to show me my apartment said
Worthington. They disappeared together.
and we must leave them for our friends un-
der the oak.
Rather snug, said Jack Peters, with a
significant twist OF the mouth; shouldn't
like that fellow f,r rival if had a sweet
heart; what say you, Foster, guilty or not
I guilty 9aastou ofthegfeef Bag'say! '-
Nor the one nor the other, Peters, replied
his friend. | would not court, nor would |
fear his rivalshp.
Ego, said Peters-add the time, continued
Foster, understand your meaning.
am glad you do: | generally try to
make myself under TODD.
And are you generally successful, Jack9
said Morton.
True, answered Foster; but Peters lsun.
intentiInaIly severe upon tho feelings of his
pest lrlenuS OCCASIONALLY,
The growth Of rich soil is apt to run to
sucker, and without timely pruning, rarely
produces good fruit, said Peters
You suppose then, Peters, that the Ego
may be the destroying shoot in Foster, said
Morton, and unless you apply the knife in
time, it may blOst his promise.
Have it so, squire, said Peters, | like
your explanation. Nothing is So bitter from
which your goodness will not extract some
sweet; but yuur explan1tion Of my expires.
sion to Foster, instead If striking at the root
Of his failing, has only added sap to its
growth. II Isl bad thing to make one think
well Of himself; it is sure to make others
think i'll of him-and most mems selflove
docs not roqnro stimulus, particularly
that class Of our friends called lawyers.
| believe, Peters, said Foster, my profos-
sion Is no flyoeite with YOU.
! You are mistaken, Foster-I like the pro
fession. No one but fool could look will
contempt or dislikoupon a profession which
can boast ofsuch men as Sir William Jones
Lord Cuke, Lyttleton, Murray, or, as he is
better known, Lord Mlns6eld, EdlnunC
Pendleton, John Marshali, Scarlet, Chirty
Erskine, Webster, Brougham, Parsons, EN-
mott, Carran, TazeweIl, Clay and nigh
go on to enumerate thousands from those
nations which speak tlle language Of Eng
land; but all professions have their quacks
yon know.
Yes, Peters, oven that Of the satirist.
| don't take, MIR. Foster.
You never do, Mr. Peters, when the hi
Is palpable.
A truce, cried Morton. Wilkins ale ap
pears to have spured upon the stomach !
Peters, and acidized his accustomed 600,
nature, whilst il has only whorted the wit O
Foster, usually somewhat tart.
Here il my hand, Flser Iwould soon
er meet as a rival With my sweet heart, III,
gentleman 10 grey, than TO quarrel with Al
Old friend. Foster took the hand Of hi
: friend, and the company separated in bar
/, mony.
Y During this briofdialogoea atihe door. ov
} cry thing was 6lste and hurry with the IN