New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1844-04-27
=" An orphans curse might dap to he'll
\ spirit from on high
But oh. more terrible than that.
Is the curse OF II dead mans eye:
Seven days. seven nights saw thnt curse.
nj i.at cnnil moi die "

Seven days. seven nights. saw that curse
And yet could not de
If our readers desire any more "good things
beside the following, from this No. of OtIapOdi-
ana, they must seek them in the work itself, from
| which We have selected only a few passages, and
those entirely at random
Exceedingly amused at the air and manner of a
decided loaGr, asentncntaSt wlthal, and topper,
who had come out OF his way from Buffalo TO see
the Falls. Landlord said he, 10 the Boniace Of
the Cataract 'and YOU, gentlemen, who stand on
this porch witnessing this pitiIess ran you see be:
fore YOU one who has tempest OF sorrows a-bcatln
upon his head continually. H0nSt | was woth
twenty thousand dollars, and drv the saddling pro-
fesson. Circumstances alters cases; now wish
for TO solicit charity Some OF you seems bencvo-
lent and do believe am not destined 10 rank my
self among those who could travel from Dan 10
Beetsheba and say all is barren. No, scon 10
brag but am intelligent beyond my years, aud
my education has been complete. have read VOL.
news Ruins, MaIshals Lille Of Washington, aud
Pope's Essay Man, and most OF the literature OF
the day, us contained in The small newspapers. But
the way I'm situated at present, is scandalUus. The
fact is, nv heart is broke, and I'm just lshmaelizns
about the globe, with 1t sombre brow, and a bosom
laden with Who will help me-speak snsly,
geutlemen-who will ease my gries, and drive my
cares away as Isaac Watts says, IN one oi h!s de-
votiona poems
No answer was returned. \ general laugh arose.
! The pride of the mendicamt was excited rage got
the better OF his humility; and shaking his fist III
! the face OF the hy-s,ancrs, lie roared out:
| You're all Il pack oil poor, nary common peo-
| Pile. lcu insult honest poverty; but DO not hang
ius head for a that Burns says. | will chustse
any man here, Tor two three cent drinks OF Mona
poiiaie whiskey yes, though have but lately es
capped shpwrcck coming from Michigan TO Buffalo.
and am weak from loss oil strength vet will whip
| the best of YOU. Let any onye come over TO the
| RIuck Rock Railroad Dee-polt, and LII lick him
| Ike d-n
| Never mind that, sand one; ieil us about The
shipwreck.'
miles out al sea- on the lake the storm Dustin upen
the deck: the waves, like mad tailors, making
brooches oft continually; the !ghtnings bttsn
overhead, and kissing i'll the water; The CLOUDS
meeting the earth: the land just over the lee-oow ;
every mast in splinters every SAIL III rags women
a.screechn': farmers wives emigIatin 10 the vest
calling for their husbands and hell yawnln all
around 4 good many dreadiuliy sea-sick; ana
one man. after casting forth everything beside, with
q violent REICH threw up his boots. On gentlemen
! it was awful. AT lsugth came The last and desifuc-
ycst billow |, struck the ship on The lett SIDE ID
| the ncighborhood OF the poop, and all al wanst
felt something under us brcakin away. he vessel
was parting One half the crew was drowned ,
passengers was praying, and commencing them
selves to heaven. | alone, escaped the watery
DOOM
and how did you manage TO REDEEM yourself from
destruction I! was the general inquiry.
why, gentlemen, the fact is, seen how things
was a-gon', and took my hGt and ,cent ashore 2
The last | saw of this Munchausen, was as our
coach wheeled away. Ho had achieved drink
and was pcrambuating through the mud, lshtencd
lnomentarily, Of his souows."
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