Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1840-08-25

bic beings, as to suffer themselves to be
tortured by excitement, inasmuch albeit Dis
human nature and difficulties are insepa-
rable, human nature is sufficiently potent
not only to battle with those difficulties,
but overcome them. If Mr.. Jonas Beagle
had to contend against many of the ellis
flesh and blood are heir to-" he, in all
probability, would have acted like the ma
'jority of his fellow men; but as he had
met with very few, and those few had not
been of very furious complexion, he
could not afford to be deeply philosophical
on the subject, and felt himself competent
of course, to frame laws by which the
tempers of men in the aggregate should be
governed. He did, however, feel, when
he violently smotc the pillow, that the little
ebulIltion partook somewhat Of the nature
of passion, and Just commenced rcproach-
ing himself for having INDUCED in that lit
tie cbullition, when Valentine cried, ''me
yowl-pit !-mcyow!"
'Halo!" exclaimed Mr.. Jonas Beagle,
'herc again."
"Mew!" said Valentine, in somewhat
higher key.
"What! another como to contribute to
the harmony Of the evening""
"Mcyow!-mcyow" cried Valentine in
a key still higher.
"Well, how many more of you % in
quired Mr.. Beagle, 'you will be able to get
up a concert by-and-by;" and Valentine
began to spit and swear with great felicity.
"Swear away, you beauties!' cried Mr..
Jonas Beagle, as he listened to this volley
of feline oaths 6 | only wish that was
not SO much afraid of you for your sakes.
At it again? Well, this is q blessing
Don't you hear these devils of cats % he
cried, anxious not to have all the fun him.
self; but Valentine recommended snoring
very loudly. "Well, this is particularly
pleasant, he continued, as he sat up in bed.
"Don't you hear? What a comfort it is
to be able to sleep soundly;" which re-
markable observation was doubtless pro-
vokcd by the no less remarkable fact that
the splitting and swearing became more aud
more desperate. "What's to be done ?"
he inquired vory pontedly. "What's to be
done? my brooches are right in the midst
of them all. can't get out now: they'd
tear the very flesh off my legs and that
fellow there sleeps like a flop. Halo! Do
you mean to say you don't hear these cats,
how they're going it 2" Valentine GER
tanly meant no such thing, for the whole
of the time that he was meyowing and
splitting, he was diligently occupied in sno-
ring, which had very good effect, and
served to fill up the intervals exceedingly
we'll
At length the patience of Mr.. Jonas
Beagle began to ovaporate; for the hostile
animals continued TO battle apparently with
great desperation. He, therefore, threw
u pillow with great violence into the ted of
his companion, and shouted so loudly that
Valentine, feeling that it would be perfect
nonsense to pretend to sleep any longer,
began to yawn very naturally, and then to
cry out, ''who's there?"
""Tis IL shouted Jonas Beagle. "Don't
you hear these witches of ca,s?'
"Hist!" cried Valentine, "why there
are two Of thcm!'
1.-Two !" said Mr.. Beagle, "more like
two-and-twcnty! I've turned out dozen
myself. There's a swarm, u whole colony
of them here, and know no more about
striking light than fool"
sob, never mind, said Valentine: "let's
so to sleep, they'll be quiet by-and-by."
It's all very fine to say, let's go 10
sleep, but who's to do it?" cried Beagle,
emphatcalIy Course the cats | wish
there warn't cat under heaven, do with
all my soul! They're such spitcful YER
min too, when they happen to be put out,
and there's one of them in a passion, |
know by her splitting, and confound her !
wish from the bottom of my heart it was
the very last spit she had in her."
While Mr.. Jonas Beagle was indulging
in these highly appropriate observations,
Valentine was laboring with great energy
in the production of the various bitter cries
which are peculiarly characteristic of the
feline race; aid for man who possessed
but a slight knowledge of the grammatical
construction of the language of that race,
il must in justice be said, that he deveIo-
ped degree Of that huency, which did
him great credit. He purred, and mewed,
and cried and sworc, and spit, until the
Pcrspiration oozed from every pore, and
made the sheets as wet as if they had been
"damped for the mangle."
" hat on earth are we 10 do?" enqui-
fed !iumpee, 81 myself have horror of
cats"
he same to me, and many of 'em ~
observed Mr.. Beagle, .lct's wake that
young iGIiow,pcrhaps he don't mind them"
"HalIo!' cried Plumpce.
"Hul-lo." shouted Beagle; but as neith-
er could make any impression upon VaIen-
,.no. and as both were afraid to get of tho
hcd e shake him, they proceeded to roll M