The Whig standard. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1843-1844, 1844-02-29
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LETTER FROM. THE GEORGIA MAJOR

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"Let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without
The cannon to the heavens, and the heaven to the
EARTH"
For Mary's got ba6y!!!
And monstrous fine boy at that The king OF
Denmark, you know, wanted to set all heaven
and yearth ia uproar, jest because his exceilency
was gwine TO take drink of lker-but if ever a
man did feel like this world wasn't big enough for
him to enjoy his happiness in. think ought to
on this important occasion. l never had SIGH
feelins before. When was 'lected Major OF the
Georgia Militia felt good deal of pride and
qualification, and when married Mary, / thought
was the happyest man in Georgia, but this last
bisiness clap'd the climax over every thing that
ever happened to me in all my born days. 1t
wouldn't do fo- people to git much happier in this
world than l am, now mind tell you
don't want to brag over other people, and /
know it's an old maxim, that every crow thinks
its own young ones the whitest," but III tell you
what's fact--rnine is one OF the most surprisen-
est children that ever seen in these parts. II
amt but jest four days old this evening" and its got
plenty of hair on it's head, and the prettyest little
feet and hands, with toes and fingers, all jest as
natural as grown peoples, and when it opens its
eyes it rolls 'em all round the room jest like it
know'd every thing that was gwine on. Mother
says she really does believe the child know'd her
the first time she tuck it in her arms, and old Miss
Stallions saws all she's afraid of is its too smart
to live. The gals is almost crazy about it, and
SIGH another pullin and hawlin about it as they
do keep! One wants it and 'tother wants it, and
they wont give the little Teller chance to sleep
for lookin at it, and shown it to people and talk
in to it, and it's all the time " come to its anty-
tweetest title precious baby-anty's title sugar
candy dumsy diddle," and every time take il
they're all scared to doth for fear I'll hurt it some
way.
Jest as I specred, the namin has been more
trouble than little. picked out "Henry Clay"
for his name moren month ago, but they all
wanted to have say in il, and every one had
name that they liked the best of any. Mother
said she never liked to have any Of her family
named after great political characters, for she
never know'd George Washington or Thomas
Jefferson that was any matter of account in her
life, except the first ones, and their names would
MT been no better than common peoples if ther
characters wasn't Old Miss Stations wanted
to call him Aberham Stations, cause that was
her husbands name, and sister Calline wanted
him named Theodore Adolfus cause they were
her favorite novel names, and sister Kesah want
ed him named Charles Beverly, cause he was one
of the most interestinest characters in 1.-The Chill
dren of the Abbey" | wanted 'em all to be sa-
tisfyed, but it seemed like Their was no fixin the
themselves down tired about il, we all agreed to
leave it to Mary to decide. Poor Mary didn't know
what to do, when they all gathered round her beg
gin as hard as they could.
Remember your pore old father that's ded and
gone, child" said old Miss Stations.
"Oh, don't call him Aberham, that's such old
time name," sas the gals.
Theodore is so pretty" SEES sister Calline.
sob, that's such an outlandish French name,'
ses all of 'em.
"But Charles Beverly was such good charac-
ter in The Children Of the Abbey" and sounds
30 noble," ses sister Kesiah.
"No Christian child ought to be named novel
name," SEES old Miss Stations. "They're all lies
from eend to eend."
"Call him what you've mind to, DEAR" ses
mother, 'for you're his MOTHER and ought to please
yourself"
Mary looked up in my face with her pretty blue
eyes, and smiled so sweet when sister Caline laid
the baby in her arms and then she sed as she
Rugged it to her bosom, Tome to it's mudder,
my tweet title Henry Clay-it sail be called
Henry Clay, so it shall, mudder's pwecous title
ring-dove, SO it is and it sail be President too,
when it gifts man, SO it sail"
"Hurrah for Clay" ses ], bur"
Hush-h-h-h-h,. Joseph" ses mother, saint
you shamed to shock Mary's nerves 30 -
The fact was felt SO glad forgot what was
about. But went rite off and rit down in the
family record:
"HENRY CLAY JONES'
The first son Of Joseph and Mary Jones, was
born the I'd day of February, 1874"
I've been SO frustrated for the last week, that !
hardly know what Pm don halt the time, and
don't spose | shall find time to do much else but
nurse the baby for some time to come. Mary's
rite piert, and little Henry Clay is maxim mon
strous> good beginning in the world No more
from Your friend til deth,
JOS. JONES.
P. S. hahn. had no time to think about politics
lately, but you may be sure things is gwnc on
strait enough down here. There's monstrous
few oky-fokys in our beat, and what few thar is,
is so split up they don't know who they belong to.
They used to say they 'longed to the Baltimore
Convention, but sense Mr.. Calhoun's tuck it into
his head I" to give it up So" they don't know no.
thin about it only they don't belong to the Coons.
Poor felers. they're in bad box. Van Buren's
fooled 'em about the tariff, and they han't got no
confidence in him about abolition, and they can't