Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1841-10-19

promises 10 pay, Wnlcn she nanded 10 DIT.
Steady. He comforted her as we'll as he
could but he found the purchasing of one
or two Of her notes much more efficacious
than all the lessons Of his philosophy.
That is all your fault said an Irish
man to his wife you would be boarding
and boarding, and s,inting me of my drop
Of comfort, when | came in after hard
days work, tossed and beaten and wet thro'
with salt water and there's what we've
got by it,
1t was all your fault retorted the wife,
when we had scraped together twenty as
pretty golden guineas as ever laid in chest,
you would sell 'em, SO you would, for
twenty-seyen pounds Of Mr.. Smoke Sha-
dow's paper; and now you see the differ
ence.
Here is an illustration said Mr.. Fox
to Mr.. Steady, 'of the old maxim of expe-
rience teaching wisdom. We ought now
to be convinced, if not before, what Plato
has said is strictly true, that there will be
no end Of human misery till governors be-
come philosophers or philosophers COVER
nors; and that all the evils which this
country suffers, and fear will suffer to
much greater extent, from the bursting of
this fatal bubble of paper money--this
chimerical symbol Of imaginary riches
are owing to the want Of true political wis
dom in our rulers, by which they might
have seen things in their causes, not felt
them only in their effects, as even the most
vulgar man does; and by which foresi ght
all the mischiefs that are Detailing US,
might have been prevented.
respectable looking female approached
the crowd. and addressing herself to Mr..
Fox, vino seemed most at leisure to attend
her, asked him what chance there appear
ed to be for the creditors Of Messrs. Smoke,
Shadow, Air-bubbc, Hop the-twig, & Co.
BY what can gather from the people
around me- said Mr.. Fox, none whatev-
er.' The lady was in great distress at this
intelligence, and said that they were her
bankers, and that it was the second mis-
! fortune Of the kind that had happened to
her. Mr.. Fox expressed his establishment
that she should have twice been the victim
of paper coinage, which seemed to contra
dict the old adage about the burnt child
and said it was for his part astonishing to
him how any human being could be so de-
luded, after the perils of the system had
been SO clearly pointed out, and among
other things, in a pamphlet on the insub-
stantality Of Smoke. 'Indeed,' she said,
she had something better to do than to
trouble herself about politics, and wondered
he should insult her in her distress by talk
ing of such stuff 10 her.
Was ever such inlatuation!' said Mr.
Fox, as the lady turned away. This is
| one of those persons who choose to walk
on the edge of a precipice, because it is
too much trouble to see, and quarrel with
their best friends for requesting them to
make use Of their eyes.
! "A curse light on all kite fyersr voci
| ferated sturdy farmer, BID rabbit me!
here be a bundle Of trash, masters! not
worth five and sixponny dollar altogeth-
er. This comes of paper mills. & pro-
mise to pay ecod! Oh, the good old days
of golden guineas, when | used to ride
home from market with great big heavy
bag in my pocket; and when | raped it
down on the old oaken table, it used to
make such sound as did ones heart good
to hear it. No promise TO pay then. Now
a man may earn his fortune in a sandwich,
or set fire to it with farthing rush-light.
Promise to payl-the lying rascals, they
never meant 10 pay; they knew all the
time they had nothing to pay with, but
such pretty, smooth spoken, pslaverng
set of rescals, stand with a quill behind
their ears, and a smile on their faces!--
why, Lord bless you! they could have made
YOU believe that black was white, and tho
you could never get anything Of them but
one of their own dirty bits of paper in
change for another, they we've as rich as
so many Jews. Ecod! and we were all
fools enough to believe them; and now see
to what we've come to-
yes, father said young fop at his
elbow, all blown, curse me-
Yes said the farmer, 'and you've bust
and blown, and you must sell your hunter
and turn TO the plough tail; and your Sis
ter must churn butter and milk the cows,
instead of jingling pennyvortes, and dane
ing at race balls with squires. We must
be old English farmers again, and none of
your high,hying promise to pay gentle
folks. There they be---spell 'em; pro-
mise TO pay to Mr.. Gregory Gass, or bear
er. on demand, the sum Of five pounds
Gullgudgeon Bank, April LIST. Smoke, Sha-
dow, Air-Bubble, Sell and Company, Hen
ry Hop-the-twig Entered, Davenport
Wakotf.' And there be the coat Of arms;
two blacksmiths blowing forge. WI the
chimney for crest and a wreath of smoke
coming out o it, and The motto, You can't
catch book fulil BID rabbit me- here be
a whole handful of 'em, and III sell all for
a five-andsixpenny dollar
The Jacobin rascal of whom the rev.
erend gentleman had spoken, happened to
be at the farmers elbow told you how
it would be- said he, Master Sheepshead,
! ...- ,-onrS 90. and | renaemher VOL