The national whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1847, 1847-07-29

norwegian mHlstrom. we read OF fer-
sian conqueror, who just on the eve of bat
tie, had grain OF sand blown into his eye
--he rubbed the optic, irritation ensued, fe-
yer took place, and he died, His success
sor, who couldn't hold candle to him, and
being wiihal very wicked man, lost the
confidence Of his soldiers, was ingloriously
defeated, taken prisoner, and woke up one
morning minus his head. A fly gets into
the ear of an elephant-the sensation at
first is very pleasant, and he flaps his huge
ears in The same manner that blacksmith
dusts his leather apron. Anon he finds that
there may be even too much ofa good thing
and by gentle snort intinates desire that
the fly should keep quiet Finding him
self not obeyed, he gets into terrible rage,
and in futile attempt to tear large tree
breaks one of his worries the lock Jaw en-
sues and he dies. Three thousand years
afterwards, his skeleton is found in Ala
bama, with one tusk here and the other
there. in the course of time city springs
up, and from the fact oftwo loose tusks be-
ing found on The original site, men christen-
ed it Tuscaloosa.
Cadmus, like other distinguished men
was much addictedio potatoes and PyerI ian
springs and one day while amusing hinl-
selfin his garden, with a sword for q spade,
he planted crop of letters pass4ly by may
OF experiment What was his surprise one
fine morning, 10 find himself saluted by q
very well drilled volunteer regimenil tits
positive fact they were dressed in Q
martial costume somewhat between that
Of the Phoenician archers and Enniskillen
dragons. We hope the 'spowers that be"
at Washington will study horticulture, and
plant some .ofthe kind Of seed, as twill be
very useful in raising the ten regiment bill. :
Cadmus, however, has nothing to do with
the dumpy Miss Rrown with the "n," nor
the elegant Miss Browne with the SEP
The sweet Ducetta Browne has just tur-
ned eighteen years and nineteen suitors-
away. One Of the heavens Canovas must
moulded her exquisite form, and the roses
Of Eden lent their crimson bushes TO her
cheeks Her hair, dark as uight, woven in
to mlionof glossy threads, falls in rich
clusters from her queenly brow; butterflies
mistake her lips for carmine fowerets, and
the very moths are attracted by the bright
ness that flashes from her diamond eyes
Il was at church that Gabriel Grotius, Esq,
saw her, ard on the first glance he was
was wildly in love-
Arriving al his legal den he clutched an
odd volume Of Shellys's poem, and read un-
til his eyes became red, and dreamed of an
gels, otto Of roses, seats in Congress, thirty
thousands dollars, and the enchanting lady
whose name he did not know. When he
awoke, bright idea struck him, and he
resolved 70 express his passion by writing
his adored one valentine, So much fol
Dulcetta and Gabriel Grotius.
Now it came to pass that Mike May
nooih was very handy chap at dusting
desks, sweeping floors and making fres.--
Mike was tight Irish lad of some thirty
years Of age, and prided himself greatly on
his knowledge Of the law and the prophets
But lately his cheek had lost its bloom
his frolicsome eye its devilment, HE appear.
ance had became SO changed, that a horse
jockey companion of his intimated that be
was going Of in gaIloping consumption
Mike was in love with the maid of the
queenly Miss Dulcetta-- Miss Sally Brown.
The image of this dumpy darling was as
happy on poor Mikes soft heart as four
pound weight on full blown poppy
Sally was blue-eyed, cherry checked, fai
lass Of about twenty years of age; and to
use Mikes own expression .her lips would
timpt the diviI, an We might yer pipe by the
blaze ov her eye.o
Last Saturday morning Gabriel Grotius,
Esq, came to his office earlier than usual,
and found his factotum busily engaged in
cleaning the room.
eMike, said Grotius, in an agitated voice
what's the matter with your You look
sick"
s'Ah, sur" answered Mike, with deep
sigh, 81 behave thatI've got the disease
chickens have at times.n
6 And what may that be, Mike?'
"The pips, sure-a gradjewel sinkin' ov
the limbs, weakness all aver, and sinsa.
ton approachin' TO death after mules. Its
nearly over wild me, sur, an me conscience
tills me Pm moi long for, this world NJ,
"Mike, you're nloye. There don't start
shut the door, and then unbosom your
self to me. All, Mike, ] too am a vic
tim" as
ga victim!--ay it was but victim that j
was, I'D snap my finger at it. It's me that's
the martyr at the stake--me feelins is dead,
and my heart is roastin alive at the present
minnit Oh, Misther Grolius, yer acquain-
ted wild Blackstone, Coke, that thief of the
world ould Eldon, an the rist Of the
commentaries - till me what's to be
done."
Write to her, Mike, write valen-
tine.'
sAnd what's a-what did ye call it,
sir1 81 ,i h y
"a valentine--that is love letters bill
let doux-a-'
Stop where are ye are, sir, for there's the
coal and the candles, and the washer wo-
mans bill due now. Don't be extravagant
or yell not lave enough to give me da-
cent funeral, .iss ~. ri.
mike. hold your tongue. 90 across to