Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1847-11-03

P'feuieHl' See Will WHdt dll clVIOus
eye he looks at him. Our married
friend is evidently just from under the
hands of his wife. lis hat, his coat
and his hair, we'll brushed. He is the
pink Of neatness, and surely nobody but
wife could have tied his cravat Sc
nicely. A broad happy smile rests upon
his countenance, and he holds by the
hand a little cherub that can just waddle
along beside him. Ever and anon as he
looks down upon his boy, smirk fits
across his face, and he walks proudly
along, full of responsibility and joy, bu,
the bachelor Look al him; The dust
of dozen weeks has collected upon his
beaver. No smile lights up his counte-
nance. Button after button drops from
his coat, his socks need darning, and his
elbows have not so much as patch to
cover them. View him at Church, as
he twists and turns in his seat; he dosen'l
hear word Of the sermon, for wha,
with envying the married men, and look.
ing at the girls, and frowning upon the
little ones as they flock into the pews
after their mothers, he has as much as
he can do. And perhaps during prayer
time he feels twitchng of his coat be-
hind, he hears the suppressed litter of a
whole bench-full of boys, sighs for his
lonely freside which is far preferable to
being in huff without an opportunity Of
revenging himself.
Ii he reads his newspaper, a cut al
bachelors, or love story, or "a descrip-
tion of matrimonial felicity well-nigh h
drives him mad.
He joins club, hoping in this way
to pass of his evenings more pleasantly;
but most Of the members hurry home "to
their dear little wives" at an early hour,
sand our bachelor inwardy vows never
attend the meeting again. The bachelor
who boards out is but little better of than
he who keeps house. He dare not stay
away late at night for fear of being
locked out. His coffee is never made
right. His linen is either as stiff as a
shingle or as timber as rag. The
children. distract him with their noise,
and he daily. sees Gle bleSsedness' OF NAT
riimouy, which he would ofsali things
avoid. 9 ,.'s 7' s'.5 80: !. !,
Slowly the weary years roll by. and
the bachelor is stretched upon his dying
bed. He looks back upon his life |! how
long has that life been, yet how useless
lie thinks ofIlis worldly sand mourns
tha, there is no one to give them to.
Silence reigns in that chamber No
weeping, watching wife, supplies his
manv wants, and whispers the last sad
farewell in his ear. No little ones, with
serious contenances, look up sadly into
his face. No manly boy takes him by
the hand, and bids him be of good cheer,
nor promises 10 honor his gray hairs by
ever walking in the paths of virtue, nor
to perpe,uale his name by deeds of glory.
No beloved daughter bends over him,
and minglcs her darks locks with his
gray hairs, nor presses her bright lips
upon his furrowed cheek, nor clasp his
wasted form in thit last loving embrace,
promising ever to cherish his memory,
and to keep his grave green with her
tears-no |! no But his house keeper
scowls upon him when his back is turned
or drops crocodile tear, hoping to be
remembered in his will. Thus the old
man dies, feeling that the world can well
spare him, and that it were better 10 be
in his grave, than to mingle in world
which he loves not, which loves not him.
God of Heaven! preserve US fiom such
fate. When men stop at our grave,
whatever they say Of US, let it not be, he
died a bachelor. May + be early blessed
in life with partner. May, we two,
hand in hand, and heart in heart, safely
weather the storms of life; and if death
single me out first, when they have
buried me in the village churchyard. and
the grass waves over my tomb, may a
noble boy and fair girl, come over the
stile together, and stopping at my grave,
drop tear or flower, and say, "fters
hes our Father." ss.s.
s '.s..'.. T. w. l.. 2
WAsurNoroN, Ga, Oct, I2, ls47.
THE Eztrauagance of Royalty.-
The following is graphic sketch of the
contents of one of the apartments oil
Windsor Castle. The Narrator says;
From the library we went to the apart,
1, m,ent called Technically The Cold
Room > it is. This to which Iwish to call
your your attention Il surveyed: it leisurely,
and i do not remember having read a
description Of its contents, nor can !
give even an outline of its various trea-
sures; compcnced taking notes from
the mouth athe custode, who with his
various assistants is every day OF the
wear lully employed in cleaning the
/ plate, ,bui he said it was contrary 10 or
\ dters s to allow any notes 10 be taken,
H., ~ Ls-7.it Ls.l III ,bo,