Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1844-05-24
WA.2T,S II H.4RI.
Correspondence of the Knickerbocker,

! Correspondence of the Knickerbocker.
! Whoop! hurrah p! I.igh, upon world
AGAIN T! Where are you, my fine Editor
say, sir, | was an ASIDE you hear an
ass. premature wise before my time, q
brute, blockhead Did | talk of dus,
and ashes Oh sir, lied multitude.
nously. Every nerve, every muscle tina,
did.t try 10 s'rang!e me in that ut,erance,
lied. No. sir let me tell you It's great
world; glorious. magnificent; a world
that can. be be beat, Talk of the IN
and better world, but don't invite me
there yet. Maize my regrets, my apology
IL death. but say that can. come pos-
| live engagement; be happy some other
time, but not now" Oh. no, this morn>
ing is quite too beautiful to leave and be-
sides, would rather stay, ifnot only to
thank God li,tle longer for this glorious
light. this pure air that can echo back my
oudesl hnrrah. And then my boy
But havn'. tod you! Why, sir, I've
got boy "a boy !-ha, ha ! shout it
out to you-A BOY fourteen pounds. and
lis mother great deal better than could
be expected! And say Mr.. Editor, it's
mine! hurrah and taleIujah forever -
Oh, sir! such legs, and such arms, and
such head and oh! my God! he hes
its mothers lips! can kiss them for
ever! And then, sir. look at his feet, his
hands his chm, his eyes, his every thing,
in fact SD perfectly 0. XII Give me
JOY. sir; no you needn', either. am
full now; run over; and they say tina,
run over number of old women, half
killed the mother, pulled the doctor by the
nose. and upse. a 'polbecary shop in the
corner; and then didn't ring the tea
bell Didn'l blow the horn Didn't
| dance, shout, laugh and cry altogether
The women say they had TO tie me up
| dom, believe that. but who is going to
shut his mouth when he has i've baby ?
You should have heard his lungs, sir, a,
the first mou,hful of fresh air-such
blast! A little tone in his voice. but
not pain; excess of JOY, sir. from too
great sensation. The air-balh was SO sud-
den, you know.
Think of all his beautiful machinery
starting off at once in full motion; all his
.l,o.ssand outside feeIers answering to the
touch OF the cool air che outer and crash |
at the ear; and .iFt curious continuance
the eye. looking out wonderingly and he.
wildered upon the great world, SO glori-
Gus and dazzling 10 his unworn percep-
,ions-h!s network Of nerves, his wheels !
and pulleys. his air pumps and valves, his
engines and reservoirs and within all that
beautiful fountain. with its jets and rum
ming streams dashing and coursing through |
the whole length and breadth, without.
stint. for pause, making altogether, sir,
exactly fourteen pounds!
did ever talk brown to you, sir or
blue, or any other OF the devils coiors
You say | have. Beg your pardon, sir,
but you are mistaken in the Individual
am this day multiplied by two. ap
1"p!sa!.ses; aa ap ete ny continuation.
And you observe, it is not blockhead,
nor painting, nor bust. nor fragment
Of anything, however beautiful; bu. a
combination of all the arts and sciaDss iii
oners, painting, sculpture. music hear
him cry } mineralogy ,che missry, mechan-
les, (see him kick geography, and the
use of the globes (se him nurse j and
wi,hal. he is perpei,al. motion-a times
piece tina. will never Fun down! And
who wound it up! But words, Sir, are
bu. mou,hng and mockery.
When a man is neahy crushed under
it is presumed that he is un-
able 10 speak but he may bend over very
for fear Of falling. nod IN
small way, and say nothing and then, u
he have sufficient presence Of mind TO lay
a hand upon his heart, and look down at
an angle OF forty nye uegrees. with mo-
ton Of tie lips, ,nal'ered poetry. showing
the wish and inability. it will be well
ipas4 very graceful, expressiye-->-Niil'
nv boy in his firsl ialegnaknss, assume
tha, position, maketh small nod afere-
said, and leave you the peslsy -uamutter'
ed. .$-s@-----~ sss
The following good thing is from the |
review Of james Novels, in The April
number of the North American Quarterly.
"A dull country gentleman was once Sc
duced into an attempt TO read the Vicar
of Wakefield He journeyed through
that exquisite book, seemingly at the rae
but when no IaiU