The Iowa patriot. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1839-1839, 1839-06-06

81, en, iel EN- let meS alone then.tF I'll
blow all hands up and myself, too, before
Ill be rid on a rad I'D '5,77
.Gather him up, gentleman said tho,
Judge: the sentence of the law ,nust be
executed.''
The crowd had now increased in mum.
Der, gradually drew round the beseiped
Rodgers, and the end Of the rail was seen cen
entering the door,
Here goes; thenv exclaimed RODGERS.
drawing the cigar from his mouth, and an.
plying It close to the handkerchief. There
was sudden rush to the doors, and a
confusion Of voices crying out, Stop!
Stop!' Don't! n't!'-above all Of
which might be heard the old Frenchman
crying out, 'Murdarel Murdare!'
Wei, said Rodgers, as the crowd dis
persed, I'D just as lieve be killed, as rid
on a rail- $50 .r
4 tell you one, two, several times, to
begone vid your poodre magazine, and
your cigar. Will you leave my house
sare!'
i But Rodgers could neither be persuad
ed nor driven from his position against
the wall, until the old man had prevailed
upon the Lynch party to. withdraw to
some distance from his door. He then
left the house, much to the relief of the
Frenchman; but ever as the crowd ap.
preached, he would prepare to apply the
match. At one time they approached
with more than usual determination. and
when they had got quite near, one was
heard to say Bring the rail!'
You try it, said John and if you don't
etinto hornets nest it'llbe because fire
wont burn powder now mind.'
The circle began cautiously to close
round him, butas John knocked the ash.
es from his cigar, at the same time pro-
ducing q few sparks. preparatory to touch
ing it 70 the powder, he was again sud-
denly left alone. The individual who had
worried himself considerably, by carrying
the rail, in his sudden retreat dashed it to
the ground, and exclaimed, mon comati-
bic in stdtu combustibus' abandoned the
attempt-the rest Of the posse soon initial
ed his example, leaving Rodgers triumph
ant.
Thus Judge Lynch. for the first time,s
witnessed the most utter contempt to his
authority, and the most determined def.
ance Of his power.
The following morning found John.
Rodgers soter man, and from that time
forth he was never seen within the juris-
diction of Judge Lynch, of t., Florida.
Augusta Mirror.
"HERE SHE GoEs-'rHERE SHE GoFs."
Verify, verify, there is nothing new I'M
der the sun-Some four weeks since,
the New York Sunday Morning News
published an amusing story called the
ssrhe Old Clock" or Here she goes
there she goes" 1t was SO popular that
the News published it and re-published it
no less than four times, it has been dram
atised, and is to be produced at the Park
Theatre, New York, this evening. In
the mean time it has been published in
some s or 500 daily and weekly journals
in every quarter Of the Union. Itprom-
ised to immortalize the author, and the
apotheosis might have been consummated
to night at the Park, had not the whole
story been Invested of its originaluyby
the publication in the New York Gazette
of Saturday morning, Of the story of
Waite Dron, which appeared in Scotch
paper many years ago. The story is,
that an inveterate wag was agreed to give
Waite guinea if he would leap back
ward and forward over his chair for the
space Of an hour eisurely yet regular-t|
ly-crying at every leap, s.here goes /,
Walter Dron, barber Of Dunse;' but
should he utter any thing else in the
time specified, he was to forfeit the re-
ward" Walter, though surprised at the
absurdity of the proposal, set considering
how easy he could earn the guinea, and
the improbabiity that such an opportuni
~ would ever again present itself, agreed
to. the stipulations. The watch was set
and the barber, having stripped off his
coat, leaning with one l.ss..l on the back
of his chair, commenced lcaping over the
seat, uniformly repeating in an exulting
tone, the words prescribed. After matters
had gone on thus smoothly for about five
minutes, the gentleman rang the bell, and
thus accosted the waiter What is the
reason, sir, you insult me by sending a
mad fellow like that, instead "a proper
barber, as you pretended he was! Bar
Der, Qeaping -. Here goes |, Walter
Dron, barber, of Dnnse.' Waiter "Oh
Sir, 1 don't know what is the matter; l
never saw him in this state before. Mr.
Dron, Mr. Dron, what do you mean?'
BARRIERS Here goes |, Walter Waiter:
BLESS me, Mr. Dron, recollect there are
gentlemen here. how can you make such
afool Of yourself Barber: Here goes
I, !" Landlord, entering in haste: What
the devil sir, is all this! The fellow is
mad. How dare you to insult gentleman