Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1847-07-29
GEORGIA SCENES.
A SAGE CONVERSATION.

class they are the most pious, the most be-
Incvolent, the most useful, and the most
harmless of the human family. Their life
is life of good offices. AT home they are
patterns of industry, care, economy and
hospitality; abroad they are ministers of
comfort, peace, and consolation. Where
af1licton is, there are they to mitigate its
pangs; where sorrow is, there are they to
assuage its pains. Nor night, nor day, nor
summers heat, nor winters cold, nor angry
elements, can deter them from scenes Of
suffering and distress. They are the first
at the fevered couch, and the last to leave
it, They hold the first and last cup to the
parched lip. They bind the aching head,
close the dying eye, and linger in the death
stricken habi,aton, to pour the last drop of
consolation into the afflicted bosom Of the
bereaved. cannot, therefore, ridicule
them myself, nor bear to hear them ridcul
ed in my presence, And yet, am often
amused at their conversation and have
amused THEM with a rehearsal of their own
conversation, taken down by me when they
little dreamed that was listening to them.
Perhaps my reverence for their character,
conspring with a native propensity to ex-
tract amusement from all that passes under
my observation, has accustomed me to pay
uniformly strict attention to all they say in
my presence
This much in extraordinary courtesy to
those who cannot distinguish between
simple narrative of an amusing interview,
and rdicule Of the parties to it. Indeed
do not know that the conversation which
am about record will be considered amusing
by Az of my readers. Certainly the "a
musenHnt Of the readers of my own times,
is not the leading object of it, or of any of
the Georgia Scenes lorlorn as may be
the hope: that their object will ever be an
swercd.
When ! seated myself to the sheet now.
before me, my intention was merely to de-
tail conversation between three ladies
which heard many years since; combining
myself to only so much Of it as sprung from
the ladies' own thoughts, unawakened by
the suggestion Of others; but, as the man
ner of. IS introduction will perhaps interest
some of my readers, will give it.
was travelling with my old friend Ned
Brace, when we stopped at the dusk of the
evening at house on the roadside, for the
night. Here we found three nice, tidy.
aged matrons, the youngest of whom could
not have been under sixty one Of them
of course was the lady Of the house whose,
husband as old as he was, had gone from
home upon a land-exploring expedilion.-
She received us Hospitality, had our horses
well attended to, and soon prepared for us
comfortable supper. While these things
were doing, Ned and engaged the other
two in conversation; in the course ofwhich
Ned disported himself with becoming Sc
robustness. The kind lady of the house oc-
casionaly Joined us, and became perma-
nenlly one of the party, from the time the
first dish was placed on the table. At the
usual hour we were summoned to supper
and as soon as we were seated, Ned, unso
liciled, and most unexpectedly to me said
grace. knew full well that this was pre-
lude to some trick, | could not con jure
what. His explanation except so much
as | discovered,) was, that he knew that one
of US would be asked to say grace, and he
thought he might as we'll save the good
ladies the trouble Of asking. The matter
was, however, more fully explained just be-
fore the moment Of our retiring to bed ar
rived To this moment the conversation
went round between the good ladies and
ourselves, with mutual interest to all. 1t
was much enlivened by Ned, who was ca
pable, as the reader has been heretofore in
formed, of making himself extremel y agree
able in all company-and who, upon this
occasion, was upon his very best behaviour.
| was Immediately after had looked at my
watch, In token of my disposition to retire
for the night, that the conversation turned
npon marriages, happy and unhappy, strange,
unequal, ruaways, sc. Ned rose in the
midst of it, and asked the landlady where
we should sleep. She pointed to an open
shed-room, adjoining the room in which
we were sitting, and separated from it by a
log partition, between the space of which
might be seen all that passed in the dining
room, and SO close to the Fireplace of this
apartment, that loud whisper might be
easily heard from one to another.
The strangest MATCH said Ned, resuming
+ the conversation with a parsons gravity,
lhat ever heard of, was that of George
Scott and David Snow-two most excellent
men. who became so much attached to
each other that they actually got married.
eThe lacadayn exclaimed one of the la
dies. .... .....
sAnd was it really fact?' inquired an
other.
% yes, ma'am,' continued Ned, knew
them very well, and often went to the house;
and no people could have lived happier or
managed better than they did. And they
, raised a lovely parcel Of children-as fine
f as ever saw, except their youngest son,
BIly--he was little wild, but upon the