The Iowa patriot. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1839-1839, 1839-06-13

their immortal progenitor, s.JABEz Doc.
LITTLE, Esq. nigh Wallingford, Connec.
ticut."
! From the n Orleans Picayune.
A CITY WORTHY.
| We yesterday saw fellow what chews
tabacco and eschews labor, writing, pc.
ometrlcal figures with his feet on the
wooden pavement in St. Charles street
lie had a charcoal kind of countenance,
shaded over with picked mackrel color
his nose seemed to reflect the setting sun
and his eye looked as muddy as ferment.
ed porter. Sometimes he would describe
circle, again semi-circle, now trian.
gle and then a hexagon. His hat was
shocking bad, and like its owner stood in
need of a nap. His body-ftter vulgo his
coat, like Tom Bowline's unmention.
ables, was ''pleasent and cool,'' and
was as well ventilated as gardeners wa.
tering pot. His pants, like the times,
were sadly, out of joint, or rather his
joints were sadly out of his pants, and
with view of evading as much as posi-
bic the effects of a tropical sun, which he
thought marred personal comfort more
than the SHOWS Of the polar regions. He
wore his shoes slipshod. They were ca
sy and comfortable, so full of hole that
they could not possibly mjure his corns,
and battered against his heels as he walk.
ed, like hailstones against glass window.
He was evidently Of a poetic tempera-
ment, but instead Of his
| ''Eye in a fine frenzy rolling"
it turned lazily round like weathercock
in calm weather.
When we came up he was singing a
song, to tune which sounded something
like s'The meeting of the Waters His
voice was about as musical as concert
performed on stage-driver's tin trumpet,
broken barrel organ and banjo, and he
was committing songiclde, on something
like the following:
There's not in the wide world
| A liquor sweet
| As is found in a tumbler
Where mint and gin meet.
They may boast of cold water
OF sodas and pops
| But julep exceeds
| Even Bcnton's mint drops.
He was just going to docapo the latter
part of his verse when he lost his equili-
brum, and the wooden pavement became
his resting place.--''Keep COOL was his
first ejaculation as he eased the position
Of his head on the curb stone. Indeed the
phrase s'keep COOL was with him kind
of perpetual motion principle, which was
the main spring of all his actions. If he
took julep, it was always because he
was too warm and wished to sskeep cool"
If the Waterman met him lying on the
banquet at night, poked him in the ribs
with his club and called on him to show
cause why he was there where it is no bo-
dy's business to be, he invariably answer
ed that he wished to sskeep cool;" if he
were twitted about the dilapidated state
of his wardrobe, he replied that he could
wear jist as good clothes as other folks
he had new suit at the tailors, but he
wore his present garments because he
wished to s'keep COOL"
If it were limited to him that he was
seen taking gulnbo on the Levee, he at
once acknowledged the "soft impeach-
ment;" said that he would as soon enter
steam boiler as restaurant at this sea-
son--that he always did take his dish of
gumbo on the Levee, for the mere pur-
pose of keeping cool, and he argued that
a plate of gumbo was plate of gumbo
wherever it was eaten, and that it was in
trinsically as good on the Levee as any
place else-ssthere was no two ways
about it,
But in the present instance he discours-
ed thus wise on his ruling passion: s'Ihere
now" (inclining in under the shade of the
trees in Lafayette square )-"there now
feels cool-my eyes wouldn't | like to be a
thermometer-if was, by jimminy the
silver should never rise above zero-Lor!
how pleasant it would be at that heat. II
The fault / finds with juleps is, that al
though swallers them to make me cool,
they aUiH sometimes make me hot, and
that's vat calls natural phenomenon;
it's Just like the Wind and the aurory bo-
reals, no body can tell nothing about It;
or it's vat public lecturer would call a
chemical mystery, vot cant be compre-
hended by fellers Of Aornary Intellect
There is Won thing certain, | fears | viii
II have to slope this summer. It's too warm
for me. I'm bowed if follows Bill
Price; he amt gone far enough North for
me-besides | wont borrow money from
no one to spend in London or Paris
scorns the hact. No, | has been often as
good to Van Buren, as six voters, and II
he does mt make me consul at Kamschat-
ka, or get me starvation from the Amer
lean Fur Company, ! shall turn Wig and
90 and explore the North Western pas
sage, Tn bowed if | don't.