Southern telegraph. (Rodney, Miss.) 1834-1838, 1837-11-28


scene which followed: "You are right, sir;
you are right The chimney piece is yours
the pictures are yours--the house is yours.
You gave me all | have-my friend-my
benefactorm He dined with
ne, and in the evening caught the tear
ylistening in his fine blue eye, when he
saw the poor little Jack, the creature Of his
bounty, rising in the House Of Commons to
reply to Right Honorable. Poar Boyse!
He is now gone; and no sutton had larger
deposit of practical benevolence in the court
above. This is his wine-let US drink to
his memory!
Busy Bodies.-There is a certain class
of individuals in every town and village,
whose greatest pleasure consists in pryiny
into the affairs Of their neighbours. and
whose especial province it lis to promulsa.e
them to the world. These disiateresled
of mankind know more Of your
own business than you do yourself, and will 4
relate to you events that have trauspisad IN !
your household, Of which, but fur beir
laudable vigilance, you might bare remain
ed in perfect ignorance forever. There il
nothing that escapes their obseryatios from
the cellar to the garnet. The Wulhfarious|
transactions Of tho kitchen and the rami6ca-
tons of the laundry, which to me were
always as mysterious as the complex
doctrine of qualifications, ar machiDery Of n
steamboat, are az familiar to them a. the
presiding Dcities Of your pots, kettIes, and
,cash-tubs. The most Insignificant and un-
-
treasured up by these indefatigable busy
bodies, and circulated Throughout, the neigh
bourhood with an eanestess which would
seem to imply that their very existence
depended upon their dissemination. They
usurp alike the prerogative of the chamber
maid and boot-black. They can tell thu
exact quantity of cream or sugar whic(
every member Of your family uses
his tea. whether you drink out Of china g
porcelain-whether you breakfast quartz E
before six or eleven minutes and half pa4
nine O'Clock. They know the dimensions
Of your coffee pot, the colour Of your nigh
can. and can tell with the most unerriu
precision the number of holes in your stool!
inc. A family feud is pounced upon wiz
as much avidity as flock Of vu'tures wou
alight upon dead carcass. What rapttI
Gus glistening Of the eye-balls at the proI]
| pect Of such feast! Woe be unto the
dividual who falls under their suspicion,
whose character Is subjected to Sheis S{
ye,llsucel Better faA into The hsuds g
highway robber.-NafiosaI xnepI<ig eseH
| An Standardization Noah iuformaps q
| a few evenings since. in the crowded salo
of Mr. Catlin, at the Indian lecture - tNj
midst Of an intensely interesting discoNrts
a person rose up, and in solemn uRaNNs 4
said. "Mr. Catlin, will you have tho goo
ness to stop for ono momen;f TAe aus
! ence looked with astdnishmenk and shA I
1 inner paused4 81 lava}w&U 1tstle boy
j tha crowd. and wish -fo>ol - him.
\ dead pause onsued aitIo19 % 700 pecsqf
cresent. aClnrk Potter!' cried The TAD
rfJare am. father! :" said shrill voice
The cosuer; At which shouts OF Iaughses
j appla,,se ensaed. as the stripping vas e7y
i ed over the benches to his anxious Pafea
/ sWho goes therei' said M Irish scntil
of the British Legion at St. Sehastias:
n friend, was the prompt regly. 'Ihea
! where YOU are,' cried Pat, fx BY The re-
! ers YOU are the first Ihave met wsse =
numbering n'ry.
1 A Short Corresposdeaoe.-Messae
l.Mr. Browns compliments 70 me-. SIN,
) lthinks It unnecessary, that his P'8gs shc
} 20 through his grounds"
81 Reals-aMr Smiths compliments -
!, tHrown. thinks it equally unnecessary
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