The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1842-11-26

from lne wreck Of MS Oetter Gays. Al
least, he may retain the credit Of employ
ment, and claim to be SETTLING up his bust
ness" believe is the phrase. The swim
dler, though broken, has still the tools of
his trade, while his brain is clear, and the
maze OF the court records offer fair field
for his Iabors. The sullen artizan may
still ply his trade, though his gains are
less; and a, all events, the .publlc domain
Offers home to squatter. All meet, al
least, the commit sselalion Of their luckler
neighbors. But, upon you no eye beams
kindly-no sympathy sollens your dis
tress. When your hard fate claims the
notice of some sleek son OF plenty, ID
scowl Of contempt is the doom which a.
waits you. In this town of religion and
prayer, where the church bell, ring an e.
ternal roundelay, and the people are
hoa,se with the singing Of hymns, you
alone are secuted even for faithfully fol-
lowing the mandate of the founder OF cir
faith. You take no heed what We shall
eat, or what ye shall wear, and let the
morrow take heed of itself, which were
his commandments; and it is that which
makes ye TO be loafers. That is the re-
ceipt TO make them to order complete
Names too have changed with the times.
Your name has become Il reproach and a
scorn, and the philosophc cosmopolite,
with his dreamy meditation, who laughed
The world aside and bid 1t pass, is scorn-
| fully secuted as mere common place va
gabond They draw no distinction be-
tween you. All your merits, all special
characteristics, all individuallies, are
drowned and blackened in that one gene
rio term. But there is one at least, who
knows you better-one, who not only
grieves for your sutferlngs but appreciates
your motives, understands your peculiar
tiles, and can seperate and distinguish the
pure, unalloyed, genuine, refined and sub
! limated loaier. from the various coarse
copies which cluster around him and vul>
garise his rame. Now, there is the
slothful DunGerhead, who passes his
days in senseless s,upor; who neither
laughs, nor talks, nor thinks, nor dreams
during The Iivelong day. Nothing anu
ses, or grleves, or arouses him. He. feels no
pleasure from any source-no pain save
from the sense of external touch. AL
though from sregarious instinct, he al
ways seeks crowd, yet he amuses no
one and tries to amuse no one. From this
instinct, dor he has no motive for IT'D he
joins any company the public lounsed
may contain; drops himself upon the first
bench, and there he is fixed TIL the cows
come home. He would never move but
for hunger; and long continued sitting has
made sealIess breechcs his uniform, and
worn corns on his buuocks as thick as IL
pom the toes Of a dandy dancer. He can
be defined but by negatives, and has no
quality, good bad or Indifferent, but lazi-
ness. II gentleman gives him cigar,
he lets the fire 60 out from his being too
sluggish to draw. At the table, he eats
what is closest to him, be it meat or bones
because he is too lazy to reach out for
what he wants. lie bolts his mouthfus
whole, ra Their than make the exertion to
chew them. lie loves grog, but it is SO
troublesome to mix it, that he takes
! his liquor raw. His coat may be thread
/ bare, but it contains no rent, for he never
moves quick enough to tear it. His blood
is stagnant, and but for the sal, meat he
eats, in the hot days Of summer he would
spoil. Laziness is the sum snd substance
of his being. and covels him all over like
mantle. This fellow is a mere drone, a
mere vegetable, and if his leet were stuck
in the ground he would grow like tree;
| he is unworthy of the ancient name o
loafcr, and for him. or to him, have moth
ing 10 say.
Then there is your sensitive loaler
Aho is ashamed Of his calling and seeks
to avoid its name. His greasy lhreadbare
coat is brushed till it is as glossy as a
mirror, and white collar at least, is al
ways visible. He lives on expectations,
and is always about to do something
He is a man of 'nice feelings" AT the
least allusion TO loafng, he walks off as
still as buckram, and mot treated like a
gentleman, by God" is the shIbboIelh Of
his talk Then there is the sycoPhantic
loarsr, who aspires to the place of toa-
dy, and hangs on for the crumbs of some
plentiful table, where ''lhrif. my follow
iawning." And the busy loafer, always
in hurry; and the backblting loater who
despises himself, though he has not the
will to amend. A creature Of gall and
spleen and bitterness, who hates all things
that look sleek and smiling, because he is
loaler His only pleasure is i'll snarl-
ing at his betters; aud a fat dog cannot
pass him without kick. For none Of
these fellows do feel any sorrow, and
it is not for them that MY tears are flow
ing. 1t is for tie Phoenix of the trlbe,the
true Simon Pure, the genuine, uadetiled
sublima,ed loater, the laughing Philoso-
pher, the butterfly Of the summer, the
| lighl hubble that floats OH the current Of