The spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1840-1844, 1841-02-19
OLD BACIIELORS-AND =


There is great fuss on hand, these days, about
old Bachelors, heaven save them. Somebody says,
tina, the Legislature of State off west has made
the glorious fellows taxable property. We do mt
see what our friend Col. Wentworth was about,
allowing such gongs on. But, prehaps mater has n I
done something for some people. Ma'be we do II
understand this matter, and then, again, m0'bc we
do. We havn't forgotten the Old adase, misery
likes company We see, pretty clearly, how II
lot of poor, wo-begone mor,als, who. having been,
themselves, nicely caught in the tolls Of marimony,
and noundered about in its silkcn O. meshes to
their hearts (dis)con,ent, would be extremely
ticklcd, if they could get all the world into the
same fxlns'. All. gentlemen! we recollect, per-
fectly well, how the spider endeavored to the
fly into her net, by telling him, that he had great
number of his brethren in the same delightful du-
rance vile. And, we rccollect, too, that the fly,
being little wary, reconnoitered about the net
awhile and found the company that the good land
lady had so cunningly stationed at the doors and
windows of her front paror, and whose acquainl-
ancc she was so very DESTROYS he should make,
was but the ghosts Of few unwary foplings she
had lurcd into her embrace; dead set altogether,
whose blood she had grown fat on, long time
ago. Go to! poor dogs! If you have got into n
scrapc, grin and bear it as well as you can, and
leave us free and easy fellows alone to
--"se, by the fire and smoke our cigar"
We feel well cnough-pcrlcclly contented. No
body 10 ,caze us for money to buy yaer ribbons
and silk dresses, oat meal and loaf sugar. With
US, i, is all calm, all sunshine. No
"Thump ihump scold scold
All on a wishing day"
The current Of our lives is unruhled, like n sum
mer sea, and if you are in the midst Of squalls and
tempcs,s, that is your business not ours Wepity
you, but it is dangerous business this jumping into
the stream to help out drowning man. Ten 10
one but both get drowned. We can't do it. We
say we pity you. Bu, it is a dish of your own
cooking. Sc,eat it. We don't begrudge you the
first morsel. All the red cents you get go for
saleralus and red herrings. But all that we get
bark! there's something in that pocket besides old
buttons and keys, we reckon. But yours-ah on
" to think of the little responsibilities who have
resolved themselves into n committee of WAYS and
means for distributing the surplus revenue of Il
wre,chcd Bcnedict's pocket-ifit do MT make us
shudder-oo-o-o, let US see if our pantaoons
pocket is tightly buttoncd up-ugh! there goes n
button! And our last needle was broken this
morning. Confound the luck! coniound it, Well,
never mind We can fix it on with a wooden peg
through the eye-so, there! that II do nicely. II
buttons trhe too hard, it is true, and it may not
be- after all quite so-so-fanily like, as ifit had
been properly sewed on by-by-.Mrs -
"Copy, sir!'
Aye! aye! BY the s,ars how lucky! That but
ton had like to have got thoughts into singular
state. They came near being mistaken in their
wandcrings, that's fact. But we hope our read
ers did not discover it! We do Mt think they did.
On the stream of the world the Bachelors life
Is borne on the blhest wave;
Now it bounds into light in gladstone strife,
Now il laughs in its hiding cave.
OH there never was life like the Bachelor's--so
jolly md bold and free,
And its end
Fiddesck take this away! Oh-hum! We must
have got up wrong end foremost, this morning.