The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1842-05-14
ORIGIN AL AL E.
WRITTEN FOR THE CECIL WING.
JULIA ST. CLARE,
Or,
The MaysvilJe Stage'Coach,.
A TALE-BY Y. RUDOLPH.
s'There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which taken at the food, leads on to fortune
A TALE-BY Y. RUDOLPH.

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s'There is tide in the affairs of men,
Which taken at the food, leads on to tortune.''
"PmoHesASir, for quart d'ecu he will sell the
fee simple of his salvation, the Inheritance Of it;
and cut the entail from all remainders, and a. per-
petual succession Of it perpetually."
Shakespeare.
Ofall the various modes of travelling ever yet
contrived give me the free-and-easy, up-and-
down, family-circle sort of sociability of your
old times stage-coach That is the place to study
human nature, upon close observation. Yes,
there, not only does
stGreek meet Greek"
but knee meets knee, in a most friendly, cordial,
interlocutory contact. And in mountainous
country, upon a sudden jolt OF the vehicle, it IS
no rare thing to have modest, blushing, beapti-
full young creature thrown plump into your lap.
Shocking.-( Not so bad neither.)
A stage-coach-why it's realpalace to a man
who is blest with modicum of philosophy, and
is disposed to lie back and take the world easy
II is life in a nutshell. Here, aristocraey and
plebcansm .--orthodoxy and heterodoxy are SO
happily blended, that like well seasoned mince-
pie, nothing preponderates-an the just s'bal-
ance of power being fifty preserved, everything
works to a charn.-Let us see-four bright bays
with long, bushy, well-combed, black, switch
tails-wheels' freshly greased-a well-tapered
etock and ten-foot thong, terminating with a
knotted silk cracker-the stage crammed and
8 Joking old Sam Moore Cor Doctor Moore, as they
called him) at the reins-your ticket paid for,
and a little change left, why let the world
wag.-
Times out, ladies and gentlemen, shouted
Sann-can't wait any longor-lopg drive ahead
-ta--) get aboald-hep in that
, fat gentlcman-take care of the lady's parasol,
! and keep her dress clear of the wheel-hand up
the parrot and cage to me, and I'llstow him I'M
der my x--there--begad, if jabbers word
against them four in hand, (aiways with your
leave, MADAME III be the death Of one fellow
with
screen on the cape''-.
all rghG-whoop!- it then, you corn-fed var
Thus concluded Sam, with tremendous crack
of the whip over the heads Of the impatient, plum
ging animals who, appearing to understand every
word and particularly to be animated by the
loud, pisto-like report of the thong, reared once
or twice upon their hinder legs, and then dashed
off in hand gallop for some rods, ere they set
tied, as if by mutual consent, into a swift, brisk
rot,-dragging with perfect ease, the cumbrous,
moving illustration Of
"ntitltum in parro."
Just so it was, when full load Of us, on our
way to that garden spot, Millersburg, Ee~' lucky,
. drove off from the front door of a spaci hotel,
in Maysville. The time of day? uncerS day
of the week'--doubtful- the month'At Iitto-
the ycar!why Il was SOME year, suppose. What
is the use of being so chronological For my part
i never could reconcile such vulgar particularly
with polite breeding. Although there is my
= great-grand-aunt Nliy Blisteren, who will
chronicle you.the births and deaths, to the day
and hour, (Gol bless herD of every son and
daughter of,Adam in her native village, and fol
ten miles around, nearly ever since the children
of Israel departed out Of Egypt. and tabernacled
in the wilderness'of Yin.
But here has been slight disgression Let me
see. There were three benches inside of the
stage, and they were occupied about after this
fashion; three on each seat except the back one
which, being exclusively occupied and complete.
ly filled by tremendously fat, bury sea-captain
MIR. Tobia Spunyarn, and aunt Polly Tread
well, (uncle Ben's wife, equally large and fat
obliged Mike Studdinsail, ajoly tar, to go aloft
as he termed sitting up with driver, outside
then there were Joe Osrnond, Bill Brown, ant
lectng expedition, in the West,) occupied tn,
front bench-while uncle Ben Treadwell, and ;
dandy gentleman Ga very representation of MIR
"Phip Gayton'') Mr.. Frank Lovejoy,-ans
Deacon Easy, CHATS me) covered the neutra
ground, or middle bench.
OF course some of us were little strange ant
distant toward each other at first, although SC
closely packed; but pom honor it is
strange, passing strange"
what an Aladdin spell there is in the magic atmos
phere of a stage-coach, to thaw down that sort O
frigidity and bring us under the genial influence o
the torrid zone OF socability. | am satisfied W.
had not ridden ten miles before me hecam,
as thick as pick-pockets. Yes, we all found GU
who and what each other was-where we resided
where We were gong-what were our various
vacations, our politics, religions, &c. &c.,-ant
after two or three lively discussions, and we hat
become cemented together as one family, (for We
had been fellow passengers in the steamer
from Wheeling, and had thus become slightly
acquainted Mr.. Lovejoy in his peculiarly af
fected and drawing manner, begged the captain
to ',carble song (not too loud) for the benefit O
the whole
'Egad,' said the veteran mariner, it's preciou.
little do at icnbling, sir, except in gale Al
: sea; and then it's on "a tolerably high key
but in thunder gust there, MIR. Love
joke
.Lovejoy, sir, if you please
'Ibeg pardon,-Mr. Lovejoy, Imear, -whel
the strong winds ofhcaven. are bowling through
the shrouds, the halyards and yardarms almos
cracking-the waves running mountain high
and dashing their white foam over the gunwale
sweeping the decks fore and aft, then it is sir
some how or other ! always do feel inclined t.
hum some congenial air-and then indeed it 1
but warbling; for the voice fpgmy man in con
trast with that of the conflicting elements sink
to mere whisper. 1t is less than the tuzz of
fly in a cobweb, or the chirp of q cricket along
side Of my wife's great spinning wheel, How
ever, here goes for snatch or two, if DON
swamp; for, to tell the truth, don't like the way
this bloody clump-buit craft we're in keeps ur
ching to windward; and shouldn't be at all sur
1e,o see her keel over and send us all adrift.
, septain then in manly and sonorou
voice, sy-.g
"a wet sheet and flowing sea-
and being encored and urged to it again, sang
"Life on the ocean wave"
All hands were delighted, aunt Polly not OK