The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1840-11-04
+ From the Me7c Orleans Picavune.7 I

From the Ne1c Orleans Picayune.]
"Yourc a nice young man, 5ut you
can't come iu!"-"I1allo there, friend,
you can't come in!p said faithful door
keeper yesterday to a tall, eccentric look
ing individual, who was' hurrying, with
long strides, into the new Ammerican
Theatre.
"Oh, Just allow me to take peep
said the tall customer, stopping and turn
ing abruptly.
"Can't do it, sir. My orders are 10 let
no person in but the owners and lessees."
"Is Rolla, The Peruvian prisoner, con-
confined herew SAID the intruder.
"What" said the honest door-keeper,
topening his eyes, with ,bcwildered ex-
preston, at the question.
"Tell me, soldier, hast thou a wife?'
said the stranger, grasping the poor door
keepers arm.
"WelI, / reckon" said the man, while
the blood flew from his cheek, and he
looked into the tall gentleman's eyes, ex-
pecting to detect some symptom Of insa-
nifty.
"And children?7 said the enquirer, with
tragic start.
"WelI, Mister" replied the door-keep-
or, 81 don't know how its any Of your
business, but l reckon l is got small
chance of family:
"Iicre, take this wedge Of massive
gold" exclaimed the stranger. picking
up a block of wood that was lying at his
feet, and thrusting it into thcdoor-keeper's
hand.
The man looked at the wood, and then
at the stranger, with great deal of as
tonishment, and then said, with very
sudden dclibcration, "Look here, now,
my good man.. it's pretty clear to me, your
mother don't know you're out, but it
wont do for you to come fooEng in this
way round me. You may be a Uc'y nice
young man, brt you can't come in!"
"WelI, welI,'' said tile stranger, laugh
ing, you're a trusty,, honest fellow, and
you'll find III like you the better forit here
after. So let me pass, for I'm in some
what or hurry.
"You can't come in, friend, l tell you.
Who are you, any how!'
"You don't know me, my good man?'
swell, | don't"
"My name is Smith,
: "Tou don't say 50! How is Mrs. Smith
ami the family? and what has become of
JolnF' .
The stranger gave vent TO a hearty
laugh.
"You may laugh, ncighbor, as much
as you please, but you can't come sn!"
"My name is Sol Smith,"
said the individual, changing his tone,
and assuming that dgnifed manner and
graceful attitude peculiar to him; IL have
Just got here from the Gen. Prattc, which
is still aground five hundred and seventy
miles above Vlcksburg. lam the lesec of
this establishment, and I like your attcn-
ton to business. You shall retain your
situation as one of my door-keepers as
long as you please; and now, sir, please
allow me the favor of passing in for a few
moments"
The man fell upon his knees, just as
Triptolimus MueldIcwork did before
Charles XII. and Sol, waving his hand
gracefully, walked in.
The Milenium-In listening the other
evening to sermon in behalf of the Fc
male Education Society Of New Haven,
by Rev. Dr. Bcecher, we were particular
ly struck with remark of that dstIn-
guished preacher in reference to the mile
mum. He was numerating some of the
obstacles that must be moved out of the
way, before the universal peace and pros
perity Of the human family could usher
in the full splcndor of the millennium: and
among other things he remarked, that
the interests of agriculture must be more
highly appreciated-that the odious sys-
tenn Of monopoly and oppression, which