Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1846-09-02
MISCELLANEOUS.

A Singular Burial-The Courier des
Etats Unis from The "Aveair' of Point
Peter, Guadaloupe, gives the following
instance Of superstition remaining among
the blacks of that island. The occasion
was the burial of negro cook.
A few moments before taking up the
coffin. all the cooks of Point Peter. pretty
imposing number. had arrived at the house
of The dead. Each wore upon his mourn
ing dress, the white apron, symbol oil the
profession, and carried in his hand-ono a
saucepan, one frying PAIN word
all the kitchen Utensils accompanied all the
cooks. The coffin was followed up by a
complete meal-carefully prepared, ana
which would have been mucn better Tor a
living, than dead man. There were
fine looking roast lowls-iced hams, plates
ofbaked rice-and the usual compliments
oflhese dishes, which, carried with be-
coming gravity-wilh their Grape cover.
iug-recallei a distant idea OF the caparl-
soDed war horse following the last march
ofhis master.
At intervals, in the funeral procession
was heard loud, or smotbered crles-noi
Of heart stricken mourners, bul OF COCKS
and ducks, whose heads were cul OH from
time TO time. with great soiemni,y' anu
their blood sprinkled along The road.
Arrived at the outskirts of The city, the
PROCESSION halts. and then begias most
singular movement some rub the kettles,
eome sharpen the knives, some blow vlo-
Ieo,lv the invisible bellows. One is ap.
paren,ly broilng chop. another cutting
up parsley, another turning the splt' and
another tasting the sauce. II is hnal
representation of the buslling scenes OF a
kitchen on great occasions. a last discharge
over The funeral Of the cook, like the military
discharge over The grave of soldier.
When the coffiu was let down, the dishes
they had brought were all placed i'll order
upon it, and The well provisioned body
covered with earth. The crowd returned,
AT their leisure, convinced, no doubt, that
the dead would fare we'll in his tomb.
The Little Showman. New York,
for the last past year or two, says the
Picayune, mild blue.eye ed little Italian
lad might almost daily be seen about the
streets on the battery and in olher public
places. exhibiting in small brown looking
cage, but riAc larger than good sized
rat-,rap. few pretty little mice, as white
as the fresh and soft cotton that their little
master daily placed in their dwelling.
The child was perfect picture of angelic
meckness. His coarse blue lrowsers, bis
wei! worn black velveleen jacket, aud a
full clumsy looking blue cloth cap, from
which s,reamed his long silky flaxen hair,
and his liule box slung acrss his shoulders
by leather strap, could nel fail TO interes!
the attention Of the passer by. AS he
do(Ied his cap and bowed with natural
and inimirable grace. and uttered his You
see at 6tc mice z" bis look was irresislbly
touching, and when receiving an assent
the Joy that beame0 in his smiling counte-
nance and lighted up his face as he eagerly
took the lille creatures from their cage,
and let them Chamber upon him. over his
face and into his bosom, impaired glow
of pleasure 10 even The most stoical old
gentleman that ever wore spencer and
carried blue cotton umbrella He was
alone, stranger in foreign land, and the
only beings tina, he could press to his bosom
with The knowledge they at least were his
little companions, the mice. This lad is
recalled 10 our recollection 5y seeing
announced iii the Boston papers that a
small, Interesting little Italian lad named
Ao.eo La Hwer, who exhibited a white
mouse ia tina, city, had died in 'l'c Mass
achusc,ts Hospital, after an illaess Of ten
months. lie enlisted The sympathy OF all
The officers oflhe institution. who extended
10 him every kindness. The Boston Times
in speaking OF his death, relates singular
crcums'anco--,hc appearance in the gar
den OF the hospital Of while mouse. The
Times thus concludes notice Of the death:
1.-The day before he died, a beautiful young
white mouse was found in the garden of
the hospital aud brought 10 Angelo. le
was delighted. The bitterness Of death
was for the moment forgotten. The night
which followed was solemn aud melancholy
to all his fellow sufferers, as they listened
TO his touching CALCULATIONS, i cannot die
I am afraid TO die F! | want my mother :
But The weary one was soon at rest
"For when the morn came dim and sad.
And child with early showers,
;dis quiet eyelds closed-he had
Another morn than ours
a JVom1, RTyo3 bu her Husband Mt