The Democratic Whig. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1842-1843, 1842-11-24

hNcL''ed A~aAA AAAhA HaFS huUAH
OF late, has zen an easy, exciteable
sort Of gentleman, quickly reused and
quickly calme1-s sensitive enough to
confera great DIAL OF pleasure,and not
sensitive enough to give a moments
pain. The heart Of other days was a
very different person indeed"
BHlloer.
Ny friend Tom Bergman and ]
had begun ourtravels differently-hs
liking England FIRST, which proposed
visiting last. It's Of course the bonnie
6oHete and travel to everybody, and /
was very curious 10 know Toms ex-
periences jas Twas soon bound thith-
erward, anxiousto pick out of his dis
criptions, some hart Of the rocks and
shoals in The "Bnitish channel" Of So
eicty.
should ssJ', before quoting my
friend, that he was Kentuckian, with
the manner TO ladies) Of mingled de-
vosion and nonchalance so popular
with the sex, and a chivairic quality Of
man altogether. His fathers political
influence had obtained Ter him person.
81 letters Of introduction from the
President, with this advantage, and his
natural air Of fashion, he had found no
obstacle to choosing his society in En-
gland choosing the frst, Of course,
like a true republican
We were sitting on the waler-steps
at Malta, with our feet immersed up
to the ankles, (in January TOOL and in
reply to some question Of mine as TO
the approaehability Of noble ladies by
such plebeian lovers as himself, Tom
told me the story which follows. |
take the names at random, Of course,
in all else | shall try to "tell the tale
as twas told me-"
Why, circumstances, as you know,
sometimes put people in the attitude Of
lovers whether they will or no and it
is but civil in such a case, TO do VIVA,
fte expects Of you. I knew too much
Of the difference between crookery and
porcelain to enter English society with
the remoiest idea Of making love with
in she red book OF the peerage, and
though I've a story to tell, swear Inc
yer put a foot forward tll ! thought it
was knighdy deyoir; inevitable, though
ever so ridiculous. Still, must say,
with beautiful and unreserved woman
beside one, very much like other beau
Gful and uureserved women, a repub-
lican might be psrdoned for forgetting
che invisible wall. Right hoHorable
loneliness has as much attraction about
it, let me tell you, and is quite as diff
6cuIt 10 resist as loneliness that is hon
ored, right or wrong, and a man must
be brought up TO il, as Englishmen are
TO see the heraldIc dragons and grif-
fins in the air when 4 charming girl is
talking to him.
"Why should a man whose blood Is warm
within,
Sit like (her) grandsiro cut in alabasterl'
Eli!
But to begin with the "TitYre tn
patul1."
Ihad been passing fortnight at the
hunting lodge of the wild devil, Lord
-, in the Scotch Highlands, and
what with being freely wet outside ev-
cry day, and freely wet inside every
night, had given my principle Of life
rather disgust to its lodgings, and
there some symptoms Of preparation,
for leave-taking. Unwilling to be i'll in
a bachelor's den, with no solace ten
derer THAI dandy lords tiger, | made
a twilight fit to the nearest post -town
and tightening my hfe-screws a little,
with the aid Of the village apothecary,
started southwark rext morning with
four posters.
expected to be obliged to pull up
at Edinboro, but the doctors opiaies,
and abstinence, and quiet did more for
me than | had hoped, and l vent on
very comfortably to Carlisle. l arri-
we'd at this place after nlght-fall, and
found the tayerns overlooking with the
crowds ofa fair, and no bed 10 be had
unless | could make one in quarteue
ofsuoring graziers. Atthe same time
there was a great political meeting at
Edinboro', aud every leg Of a poster
had gone nouh-lhose | had brought
with me having been trans-hilched to a
return chaise, and gone off while | was
looking for accommodations.
Regularly stranded, sat down by
the tap-room fire, aud was mourning
my disaster, when the horn Of the night
coach reached my ear, and in The min
ute Gifts rafting up to the door, | has
tily solved that it was the least Of the
two evils, and booked myself accOr-
dinghy. There was but one vacant
place an outsider! With hardly time
enough to resolve, and none to repent
l was presently rolling over the dark
road, chilled to the bone in the FIRST
Eve minutes, and wet through with a
"Scotch mist in the next half hour