New-York daily tribune., 1843-06-28

Edition. Joseph Mason
/ The DuDtN UNIVERSITY trcads closely on the
/ heels OF BLACKWooD,--nay, we are nan 'ei'iptoo
/ ,ometimes TO think the mantle Of MAGA has ialei'
upon it, and the genial spirit which used TO make
her pages flash with glorious light has been IN
rood degree transfused into her sister OF the mer-
id Isle "Inre Reminiscenccs" and " An Hour
nthc Clouds" in the current number are worthy
d KIT North in his pamcst days-rhapsodlzlng
eo Winter or soliloquizing in hls Cave We dis
ike to spoil either by extracts-but for the love
Of the gems themselves we must sacrifice the
casket in which they are set. The King OF
rloudland is q heretc-for he praises smoking,
tut he does it so eloquently that even we arc in
love with it, or rather with its praises He turns
AL the classics to account-soves the problem Of
b2t old Titan Promctheus by proving that it was
= PIPE which he formed Of clay,' and OH which
Minerva looked well pleased ;-shows why the
goddess brought a gloming brand from the
mns chariot-wleeI, and makes no doubt what
soy il was, with hope at bottom, the rcvengcful
murderer sent Pandora. TEAR how he sccurgos
me of those who rail at smoking, to wit
THE LADIES' MAN-But there is yet one cs-
pecial creeping thing, at whose sight my gorge
rises. Ugh. Meg with-thc-many-fcct, an car
wig and wriggling worm!
This is YOUR fnc little cock chafer, with pm
though his tail q your hero Of almond soap, of
dangling breast. pin, of the shining shoe. He is
a." ladies' man. | wish them Joy Of the animal.
He is of King Charles's breed, or know not how
be was born and bred. have proposed to my
sslfbis being shed fceblyin some latter spring"
and forced under glass. God knows, there arc
some mysteries OF nature we cannot fathom.
There will he sit whole day long on an otto
man, with his companions tom.cat and curly
cur. deysing grins He is fount of essences;
avou will nose him. as Hame! says of poor old
Polonius, as you go up the gallery
He knows all about needles and pins, and
mother of pearl TO him work box (tllat ever
lasting ridde) is no enigma. Doth he not hearken
70 oraces, Of Berlin woods, of petticoat ends
hath he not proftcd Of inilliners, concerning
aounces, and collars, and sprigs; and the deep
things of bustles, arc they not hls doth he not
doe on bodkns and negotiate thlmbles
He pens stanzas about bracelets and forget
Those obs ~ and abs :" and that forest Of eX
clalnation points, are they not all hls
Hcs a pea on apipc-stopper, nightly puftcd
upwith wlnd;'' yea,
q. He will besride the gossamer,
That wantons in the idle summer air
And vet not fail so light is vanity y
tie is q winter.hv; spider that hangs about
draperies.
He is evermorc talking Of :" the ladies" q
wonder what mnikin uses he serves them ior,}
and what they love SO dearly, and what they
hate, and where they will go, and why they Will
STAY, and when they will be at home to every
body, and when to nobody, (mcaning himself,
suppose and the reason why Miss Wmdlestraw
refused to waltz all evening at Mrs. Meadows
ball, is to him no secret; he could an II he
would"
it is hardly credible, Coul Goppagh, that srct,
thing as this should put up Its nose to me, and
firstly, secondly, and thirdly, with childish treble
pipe. in good set terms, fiout at tobacco, and de-
mand me, after all these, why | smoke Look
YOU how he reasons me, with finger on his palm
and ring thereon.
Come then, quietly, to this coritet where those
"lades' may not hear, and you shall be tired OF
nv reasons ere VIC part. Ah, there he goes
first, second, third.
Befrend me, Plato; son Of Sophronlcus, be
mine aid inspire me. spirit of the Stagyrtc.
In the first place, then, sir, 1t is none OF your
business In the second place, ! smoke because
choose it. How do you relish my logic Whey.
face Thirdly, smoke because 1t keeps on all
wasps and mdges and such like minute vernn
and suck b!oods as YOU. Are you answered yet
or will you tempt me further, till lpress you with
such arguments as they use with ticas IN SPAN :
And what right glorious butst IS tins about
WOMEN AND LADIES'" Ladies' SIR On, you
are there, are you. OF course must fling old
Ypsilan,e out of doors and hear this hsplng Adon
pfate Of the ladies'
Coniound your slang. Are there no WOMEN
now w.a.days2 begin to fear. | never hear o,
one. Yet with that tender word woman had
filed my heart The sound of 1t stole ever IN
upon nv solitude ike the first sight OF spring IN
the green woods, with the voice Of streams lct
loose, and the linnct in the bough. | remember
summer meadows where they shook the hay
and smiles are registered in my spirit that revive
with the green light of morning through the
leaves And there are sghs that settled deep
and have kin with the shaded noon and the htiui
wind in the sycamore. In the cottage corner
have she'd tears like the abundant dew of May
Tor love is holy in wonan's breast, and
Psha! are you ithcrel yet. ladies !" Pray
s'r, what kind of commodity may they be that
you bring me here to offer in exchange for my
plpel | cannot see in that stiff collar OF yours,
nor in that pithlcss laugh-the ghost OF con-
cealed grnl-nor in that poor athy arm, nor that
spndled leg nor III that perennial chatter void OF
manly feeling, thought, or hearty JOY, anything
for which q woman should look in man. Ifthese
be what YOU offer me, in Gods name, get thee
out of my sight, and delight the ladies for ever
more. Away from me utterly, and make glad
amopg flounces, and futtcr among ribands, and
wind your unappreciated body in yards of tape
and inkle. For me, | am not ambitious; more
humble tbougb,s are mine. ! will content me
more with one sincere look, one unaffected word
one smile fresh from the ifc.spring of woman: