Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1846-04-01

Whatever opinions may be entertained Of Animal
Magotism in the abstract, this case is too strongly
authenticated to admit of doubt.-Batavia Times.
From the National Pilot.
LETTERS FROM PODUNK. No. III.
MEssRs. Errors You may imagine from the
tone of my former epstles that Podunk is but mat
ter-ofact place. at best-that is the destitute of
nance, and that it contains few hearts that can love
or be loved. Never were you more mistaken; would
that you could have seen the friend of my youth,
Ned Boreum. His was bosom framed to throb
with passions power and his heart that could an
swer beat for beat every pulsation he might cause
in the breast of beauty The gossps say that at his
birth Venus was in the ascendant, and that at her
bidding Cupid left the assembly of the gods to claim
him for his own. Be this as it may, thirty years
had passed. and Ned had ever been distinguished for
his success with the fair. But he was still ga lone
man." One evening, in one of those blue fits which
come over bachelors, he sat in his room, Eliminating
over the uncertainty of human affairs, and the mis-
cries of single blessedness. He gazed upon his toe
less stockings, and the comfort of whole hose occur
red to him. His eye fell upon his buttonless shirt,
and he thought how poorly pins supplied the place of
pearl. An occasional twnge of premature rheuma-
tism warned him that youth feeting, and he
unused on days in future when age should have laid
his chilling hand upon him, and there should be no
one near to sympathse to nourish and to cheer
In such mood his attention was arrested by note,
and he remembered that it was summons from a
friend to meet a chosen few that evening. He
went, and found not such crowd.
AS at the bidding of tn elite,
Are gathered by the score;
To waltz and smirk, grimace and eat, -
And vote the thing bore
but social Podunk party. new face was there,
and as Ned gazed in the laughing eyes of Miss T.,
the effect was electric; he done for, and resell
we'd to win and wear. Weeks flew by like hours,
and he was ever by her side; he sang with her, and
swore they were ''seraphic"-if't were no. Seraph's
harps were sadly but of tune
Again he sat in his room, but not as before did ev
erything seem mazarine. His countenance beamed
with smiles he had just vowed by the wreaths that
curled Iazly from his Havana, that Rosna should be
Mrs. Boreum before the long, cold nights came on
1t was difficult task but confidence of success buoy
ed his spirts,and he ejaculated1m darned if Idonte
What courage! but it so like Ned. In an hour
they stood together on the bank o. the Pigeon. 1t
was one of those"shiny nights when souls like Neds
are wont to overflow with music, poesy and love-
The spot too, was so romantic. In the distance, hid
in the leaves of slippery elm.
The whippoorwill whstled his sweet lullaby,
and in marsh near them the amorous cry of the e-
male frog, II love-I love- Tit was leap year-charge
not the maiden frogs with ndecacy or boldness)was
answered by the green-coated, full-chested gentle
men, with a surly "who-whoF' Our hero stood
for moment, overpowered by the situation, hut
when language came to his aid, 1t flowed like the
crush of manv waters" ADearest Rose, they tell
me that at my birththe god of love taught my young
heart how to beat-that Venus rocked my cradle,
and nursed me as favorite son-and see, even now
she smiles on me- and lights me to hope and hap
plness"-and, in the words of the Podunk bard
He drew her near him, breathed a word
Close whisperedin his ear
Then, eager, breathless, bent his head,
The soft response to hear;
It came-s.Yo on old, mean, ugly, decelvIng vlllaln
thought you was counting ma
Did you ever see pullet, that had been soused IN
water ana held up by the neck to dry-or henpeck-
ed husband, after a lecture night? No! Then you
cannot picture the dsconsolate Ned, as he looked
when he told me the sad tale. Spring came again, |
and Ned was no more. He lies under the slippery
elm and on the slab that marks the spot are these
words:
ssNe'er trust epitaph or woman"
That whippoorwil sought no food, but nightly
sang his requiem, until she died of sympathy and
broken heart The frogs no longer speak in terms
of love and passion, but sadly congregate in the !
marsl and the bosom of the passerby 1t filled with
awe,as he listens to their e-Bore-um-Bore-um.
NV tale is done; and friend at my elbow hints /
that he has seen something like it in the Lads Book
or Grahams Magazine, or the Saturday Courier
But this must be sheer envy, as am persuaded that
the incidents are SO original they are romantic
That the language is new, you cae vouch, especially
the spassion's power, seraphc" and "music, poesy
and love-" would that my tale had been less aec-
ting and sad but if the recollection OF such scenes
cast a gloom over the most unsusceptlble,what must
be their effect on tender hearts like that of
Yours, R P.
Cow. CRANE-Ths officer committed suicide yes I
terday, by cutting his throat with razor in his room
at the navy Department. He locked himself in and
had a razor which he brought from his home. The
door was broken open and the found in his hand