Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1846-04-30
MISCELLANEOUS
SHORT PATENT SERMON.


SHORT PATENT SERMON. al
NY dear handles and bellies, fops
and fiips down the hill of time, my
text to-day is that much used and abu-
sed saying,
does your mothers know you're out"
Poor silly inflated grub worms, |
would say from your shines and capers
that she don't know you're out. You,
young lady, with parasol like wllted
cabbage leaf on ram-rod, and chains
of hair down each cheek, like a bottle
tailed spider dipped in backing, had
been making his everlasting elopement
over your rogue covered face, leaving
tro ID trail after him, and on your
back peck of bran,-and mincing
your gait, like you were picking your
way among rotton eggs,eor were bare
footed in briar- patch, and your arm
linkedto brainless dandy, (but IN
come 10 him as soon as atm done with
you,) wriggling along the street, and
for what? TO hunt INDECENT virtue, or
suffering Innocence, 10 pour balm on
the wounded spirit OF poyer'y'-or on
lyto smear your own giddy heart with
the corroding grease Of vanity, 70 hear
fools whisper as you pass, what TAR
grip Remem Der, vain one, beauty is
but skin deep, and the storms of mat
rimony and the bleak winds of afii.c-
ton, rub it all out and leave the
countenaace bare and unbecoming as
weather beaten barn door, unless you
put on a coat of the lasting paint o..
meekness, worth and love, under the
yarnish of beauty. If yon can laugh
like him that WINS, and know that you
are still loved and lovely, and that you
are yet beautiful, now that the glass
which hid your worth and goodness
beneath its dazzling glare is gone, you
shed happy influence on all near you,
make US poos erring MORALS feel just
like man almost frozen feels when he
sits down by cheerful fire at home,
He hears the storm, but heeds it not
he is happy once more. But have you
done this' am afraid you are but
butterfly, born worm, to die an in
= sect.
All, / don't half like that laugh; i:
was forced; you pretended to be pleas
ed with that fools wit, when yon knew
it was stolen! Oh, why such deceit,
giddy, huttering worm of the cabbage
patch! You are sold, soul and body,
for little empty, windy, useless adu-
la:ion; yes, sold to that old snake with
the fish hook on his tail, the same
snake that fooled your nanny Eve in
Adams truck patch-and, oh! scissors!
how he will strip off that fnery, and
raise dust mile around, with that
peck of bran. Say, fower-sucAing
butterfly, does your mother know
you're out? If she does she is un-
faithful to her trust-she ought not to
be trusted again any more than the
man who stole a handful of acorns
!. from the blind sow; go home, gossam-
CT, dAO ~ W P'SPosS ONSN.i W OS a
zzwoman, and then when you're aboad
(Sny body will know that your mother
knows you're out.
Now you that was cut out for man,
but was SO villainously spoiled in ma
king up, III attend to your case
For what end did you burst open the
worlds door, and rush in uncalled,
like man chased by a mad bull?-
What good do you expect to bestow
upon your fellow mani Some useful
invention. some heroic act, some great
discovery, or even one solitary re-
mark? No; those that look for any
thing good from you, will be just as
. badly fooled as the man who caught
{ a skunk and thought it was kitten;
OF the woman who made greens ofgun-
powder tea. You know where's the
neatest, highest pants, with the
strongest straps can be got on