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

)stick,' but you don't know where the
next useful lecture will be delivered. ~
You know the color Of vest, but new.
err studied the gorgeous hues of .he
rainbow, unless it was to wish for
piece to make a cravat of; you know
1 how fool feels in full dress, but you
don't know how man feels when he
! eats the bread earned by the sweat q
I his brow; yon know how monkey
] looks, for you see one every day twenty
times in your landladv's looking glass.
but you don't know how man feels
after doing a good action; you don't GO
where that sight is to be seen. Oh,
you wasp WASTED, catfish mouthed,
/ baboon -shouldered, calIiper-legged,
! goose-eyed. sheep faced, be-whiskered
drone in the worlds beehive! What
are you good ,for2 Nothing but 10
cheat Jour tailor, neatly lisp by note a
| line from some milk and CIDER poetas-
!. ter, sentimentally talk love, eat oysters
graveA, smoke cigars lazily, and make
Silly girls act the fool shamefuly. !
| say does your mother know you're
out? ! am afraid you have no mother,
nor never had. FL. s.ff
You are of no more use in this
world than time-piece In beaver
dam, or mattress in d hog pen. You
fill no larger space in the worlds eye
than the toe-nail of a musquito would
in !, market house, or a stump-tal|ed
dog in all out doors; you are as little
thought of.as the fellow who knocked
his grand mether's last tooth down her
throat, and as for your brains, ten thou
sand such could be preserved In drop
of brandy, and have as much sea-room
as tad-pole in lake Superior-and
as. for your ideas, you have but one,
and that is stamped on your leaden
skull an inch deep, that taiiors and fe-
males were made to be gulled by you,
and that you think decent people envy
your appearance. Poor useless to-
bacco worm! You are case. Does
your mother know you're out? 1t is
launch lime, SO start, buy brandy toddy
on tick from some good-natured land
lord, eat launch till you're as tight as
drum, sneak to bed and think Of no.
thing until you fall asleep, to dream Of
apes, pant straps, and tailor's bill's, not
to wake until the dinner bell call's you
10 eat again. iii is. e. sg,
How many harmless, shallow NOR
tails of another order 80 scuddling about
on the surface Of the worlds great wa
tiers, without an aim, without a motive,
guided only by chance, whim or i'm
pulse, like a melon top in big eddy
under,a shady willow, until they are
swallowed up by the greedy jaws Of
death, and the first thing they know
they know nothing; when see one
of these always think-poor bug,
your mother don't know you're
out 8.,.t a.aet- ~.
How many silly ones neglect their
business and get after some foolish
pleasure and chase it, and keep chas-
ing it like schoolboy does a butterfly,
untiIthey wear out the coatofthe consti-
tuition, beating the ground in vain hope
of catching the swift phantom, and f.
nally fall into some pit covered with
flowers to rise no more: l then think
poor fool, your mother don't know
you're out--nor won't be out soon.
When l see a young man step, In the
] skiff of dissipation and start down the
stream of pleasure, using the oars OF
Iimprudence, while folly holds the helm,
passing the shores of property faster
than a streak oflightening can pass a
sick crow, and at last drawn over the
falls Of total destruction and dashed
into as, many atoms as a drop Of water
from four story roof, | then ask Of
myself, for | can't ask him, did his
mother know he was out? When |
see boy leaving the prison door, af-
ter long and dreary confinement,
with pale features and withered hands,
his steps week and tottering. and skull
ling along, lodging all he meets, like q
guilty thing, shielding his eyes from
the unusual glare of daylight, off cut
from the society of his fellow beings for
some trivial offence committed in the
erring thoughtlessness Of boyhood,
4 (when if mild treatment had been re-
sorted to, and the crime buried in
4 silence, and inducements held out for
him to think well of himself, perhaps
that boy might have been saved from
treading the Shiny road Of yillainy,)
say, when | see this, | think Of the
grey haired mother at home--if how
/ clean be home-the scaldlng tears
Of misery chasing each other down her
high cheek bones, and her bony hand
shaking with age and sorrow for her