Lexington union. (Lexington, Miss.) 1838-18??, 1842-10-29

are less, and at all events the public do {
main offers home to the squaltsr All I
meet al least the commiseratIon Of their !
luckier neighbors. But upon You no eve {
beams kindly I; no sympathy soitens your
distress. When your hard fate claims the !
notice OF some sleek son OF plenty sco~l
of contempt is the doom which awaits you,
in this town Of religion aud prayer, where
The church bells ring an eternal roundelay .
and the people are hoarse With he sing.
ing hymns, you alone are secuted even
Tor faithfully following the mandates OF Inc
great founder of their faith. We take no
heed what ye shall eat or what ye shat
wear, and let the morrow take heed oll'-
| self, which were his commandments; and
| ii is that which makes ye 10 be loaiets.
That is the receipt 10 make Them 10 order
complete. Names too have changed with
The times. Your name has become re-
proach and scorn and the philosophc
cosmopollre with his dreamy meditation,
who laughed The world aside and bid it
pass, is scUrniully secuted as mere com
mon place vagahoud. They draw no
distinction between YOU all your merits
are special characteristics, all individual.
lilies are drowned and bIackened in that
one generic term. But there is one al
east who knows YOU better; one who not
only greiVes for your suferings but appre-
GATES your motives, understands your PEE
1uIIarirIes, and Can seperae and dislin-
9uisA the pure, unaloyed, gunuiHe, rcfin>
ed sublimaled loaler, from the various
coarse copies which cluster around him
and vulgarize his name. Now there is
The sloth(ul Dunderhcsd, who passes life
10 seEseles stupor; who neither laughs nor
talks, nor thinks, nor dreams during The
live long day. Nothing amuses or grieves
or arouses him. He feels no pleasure
from any source, and he feels no pain save
from the sense of external touch Al
though from a gregurious instinct he AL
ways seeks a crowd,yet he amuSrs no one
and tries to amuse no one. From this
instinct, for he has no motive for it, be
Joins any company The public lounges NAV
contain, drops himself upon the first beEch
& there he is fixed till the COWS come. He
would never move but for hunger aud long
continued sitting has made ~eatlpss hrpe
ches his Uniform, AID worn c"rnS 90 bis
s'esss--s'As ALi.-i. s,-lkp0a the oeS Of a
dandy dancer. He can be defined nuI by
negatives, and has no qnaltQ good, bad
or indifferent but laziness. II gentleman
gives him cigar he les he fire 90 out
from being two sluggish 10 draw. Al Ia.
BILE be eats what ~ closest 10 MIN, he il
meat or bones. because he is too lazy TO
reach out for what he wants. He bolts
his mouthIuIs whole, rather rhln make
the eXerioO to che them. He loves
grog, but it is troublesome t0mix It,and he
takes his liquor raw. His coat may be
thread bare, but It CONTAINS no rent Tor he
never moves quick enou. h'lu tear 1t. His
aIood is staguant and bu, for the salt meat
he eats, 10 the hot rank DAYS OF summer
he would spoil. Lazlness.l~ the sun and
substance of his being aud cover~ him all
over like mantle. This ieIiom + mere
drone, mere vegetable, and il his feet
were stuck 10 the ground he would grow
like a tree; he is unworthy Of the ancient
name of Ioaler. and for him or TO him
have nothing to say.
Then there is your sensitive loafer, who
is ASHAMED Of his calling g. seeks to avoid
its name. His greasy lhreadbare coat is
brushed till II is as glossy as a MIRROR, and
a white collar at least is always visible.
He lives on expectations, and is always
about 10 do something. He is a man OF
"nce feelings" At The least alluson to
Ioaiing be walks of as stiff as buckTam d
''not treated like gentleman by God" Is
The shibbolelh of his ,aIk. Then there is
The sycophanHc lotIer who aspires 10 the
place of toady and hangs on for the
crumbs of some plentiful table where
thrift may follow iawning.' And the bu-
sy loafer always in hurry, and The back
biting loaIer who despises himself, though
he has not the vii! amend. A creature Of
gall and spleen bitterness, who hates all
things that looks sleek and smiling because
he is a loa(er. His only pleasure is in
snarllng at his beters, and lat dog can
not pass HIM without kick. For none
Of these fellows do feel aay sorrow, and
it is not for them that my tears are flowing
it is for the Phenix Of the tribe, the
true Simon Pure, the genuine, Undecided,
subIlmaled loater, the laughing Philoso-
pher, the butterfly Of the summer, the
light bubble that floats on the current OF
time that my grief swes high IN my
throat. Gay. ragged and saucy, with
libe for every folly, and laugh for any
fun, his (rolicsome fancy roams over The
earth, and finds food for its taste wherever
it wanders. Prompt for anyPTank which
cannot he profitable. and ready to do any