The Weekly register., 1843-11-11

terrnptlon, they ceased, and the lady
! said
"Boys, you're serenading Jim G.
and Fanny R, wheare getting mar
ried in that house, are you?''
Eyes, marm." answered the first COW
| bell.
Sand they won't bring you out no
cake?''
''Not yit but reckon we'll get it out
on 'em arter a while"
"Patience and perseverance," said
the tin pan.
"No you won't" said the lady; deuce
the crumb; know 'em. But follow
me an injured woman--in the house, and
you shall have it ALL
The proposition was received with a
simultaneous shout and clash of instru-
ments that sent an electric shock to the
very suburbs; and the boys, now that
their feelings had been aroused, said
they'd do any thin6-for the cake. And
with no more words, the lady led the
way TO the door, and Knocked with a
lustiness unbecoming her sex. The
door was opened by servant girl, and
the gang followed their fair conductress
into the parlor! If the wedding party
were astonished at this singular specta-
Gle, the ragged serenaders were equal
ly so, when the light revealed in the
countenance ofthe injured lady, whose
cause they SO disinterestedly espoused,
that of negro WEIGH, as black as the
ace Of spades! She confronted the bride
groom-a tail, pale young man-and
said,
"AiA't you ashamed! Look here!"-
U1covering the basket, she exposed the
smiling face of a little copper colored
child! a..t--,-f
The company stood aghast; the bride
groom trembled-and the bride fiery
red-hairea girl of thirty-fve cried
GOOD God!'' and tried to faint, but
couldn't. The baby began to squall,
and the ragged serenaders, who had
been watching the ugly faces that the
bridegroom made while endeavoring to
squeeze in word ofexplanation began
to laugh; this raised hisire, and making
one spring he gained the door, and has
not since been heard of.
The serenaders got the cake; and all
parties were thankful that matters were
no worse. Truth is stranger than fc-
tion.-[Cin. Message.
A son Of Erin once accosted a reyer-
end disciple fSwedenburg thus:
"Mr. -, you say that we are to
follow the same business il Heaven that
we dc in this world, hey?"
eyes, that is perfect accordance
with reason: for the Creator himself is
not idle, and why should his creatures
be?''
"Well, then, your honor, tell me, do
people die there?"
'Certainly not; they are as immortal
as the Creator himself"
"Then should like to know, your
honor, what they'll find for me to do;
for l am grave digger in this world"
It's hardly necessary to add that the
reverend gentleman was completely
nonplussed, and left Pat without giving
the required information.
CURIOUS EPITAPH.-A grave stone
has recently been erected in the Carts
brook churchyard tc the memory OF
Mr.. Charles Dixon, of Newport, Rhode
T8land, smith farrier. The following
epitaph has been inscribed thereon:
"My sledge and hammer lie reclined
My bellows they have lost their wind;
My fires extinct, my forge decay'd,
Ny vice low in the dust is laid,
My Goals are spent, my iron gone,
My last nails drove, my work is done.'
A LOVE FAIR.-Last week, young
woman of this city, says N. Y. paper,
not finding her swain, who IS son Of
Crispin, quite so true as she. could wish
in fit of desperation jumped into 9
pool of dirty water, about three fee
| doom. ond 1uhnn in this nradicapoant