American mechanic and home journal., 1849-12-22
ANECDOTE OF DANIEL.

 der brace man, alias-well he is engaged in so many different kinds of business, that we shall not undertake to enumerate them. He is regular, true-born Yankee. Talk about your Yankee Hills and Dan Marbles; non- sense, get out! There is more real Yankee, bona fde Yankee in Daniel, than there is in dozen of them. The razor strop man is considered a genius in his way; the soap man is called some pumapktns, but Daniel scars above the whole; he is a hero, in fact, he is the king of Yankee pedlers.
 His curious physiognomy will meet the at tention at once,-the beholder, whiie gazing upon him, thinks he is viewing somebody more than common, and thus it was with an old countryman who came into Norwich a few weeks ago, to dispose of some chickens, apple-sauce and turnips. He saw Daniel in front of the Post Office. and he was sure that he was one of the Hons
 "Who is that 'ere fellow with blue velvet cap and cloak on 2" inquired the countryman of a customer, who was making bargain for pair of chickens and some turnips.
 |" Him, sir don't you know hins?' exclaim- ed the Norwichian, with surprise; that's the celebrated Daniel"
 "Wot the man that was put in the lions den, eh P said the countryman, letting peck measure full of turnips fall to the ground and looking at Daniel in wonder and aston iishmen+.
 No, it's Daniel, the chap who sells so much soap"-and the Norwichian paid for pair of chickens, and left.
 Daniel, in the mean n>time, with his eye on the countryman, commenced feeling in his pockets, to get his soap in readiness to dispose of Finding everything all right, he walked up to the farmer, and seizing his hand, as if he was an old friend and acquaintance, ex- claimed
 "How do you do, Mr-Mr-excuse me if you please, your name has slipped my memo ry, T."
 Brown, sir, Brown" interrupted the coun- tryman, trying to discover the features of an Acquaintance in the physiognomy of Daniel.
 Brown ah yes, strange should have for gotten it. How is Mrs. Brown and all the lit tle ones, eh P
 "You must be mistaken in the man," said the farmer; Mrs. Brown died twelve years ago :next having, and as for the little 'uns, they have all got to be big 'uns."
 To be sure they have, but mean her who is to be the second Mrs. Brown, and the little ones who are now in the perspective" and Daniel touched him on the ribs slyly, and winked mysteriously.
 "Oh, nonsense ! you get out P exclaimed the farmer, blushing as deep a scarlet as his apple sauce; but how did you happen to hear anything about it," and he looked seri- ous.
 Just as if shouldn't hear. When is it to come off? send us piece of the cake, eh ?" and Daniel touched him on the ribs again.
 The farmer looked serious and sigh es- caped from his lips, as he went to reload his mouth with fresh quid of tobacco.
 "Then she hangs off, eh ?-good- but rather proud" said Daniel, with know ing look.
 The farmer nodded his head In the affirma- live.
 She's got the dimes, kinder loves you, but don't love your cowhide boots and home-spun clothes, eh 2"
 The farmer signifed his approval, by wi ping a tear with his coat sleeve.
 You are just the man have been looking after" said Daniel, with a mysterious whis- per in the farmers ear; you are just the man Il relieve suffering humanity" and he tri- umphantly pulled a cake of soap out of his pocket, and held it up to the farmers eyes.
 "Bless my stars P exclaimed the latter, " do you think you could help me bit P
 "Help you 1 could make you and your dull cinea one, just as sure as Davy Crockett went to Congress. My soap, sir,-but won't say anything about the soap, until I have related short anecdote that occurred while was in New York, few days since. went up sth Avenue, and turning down 23d street, was going along, looking at the pretty girls in the windows, when all of sudden, a man ran against me with such force that he almost