Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1849-05-03
THE LAST BENEDICT.


be adopted to revive the Bachelors
Club. a. it existed some twenty-five
years ago. Most, if not nearly all, of
the officers and managers having been
committed to ma,rimony long since, the
Club has become, in a measure, ex.
tinct. There never was more agree.
able association, nor were any balls go,
up with more magni6cence than those
of the old club. The first series Of balls
were held at the City Hotel, before
that splendid saloon, with lie numerous
mirrors and silken draperies. was con-
verted into sleeping rooms, and the
Club driven up TO Niblo's, where their
balls were still more costly and crowd.
ed.
The Bachelors Club, il must be borne
in mind, was not established 10 perpet'
uate single blessedness; on the contrary
it was intended 10 bring together youth
beauty, taste, and character Of both
sexes-,o place them in the most win
ming social intercourse, where pleasure
gaie,y, and good manners prevailed
and in few years not manager. d.
rector, or even member Of the club
was single, and many matches were
made up from the agreeable associs'
ton at these balls. One exception still
existed, and We believe only one. We
called few weeks ago on one of the
most active directors of the old club
famous floor manager. as we called
him--one who took great delight in
arranging the colilions, finding part
ners for the company, saying s,it and
complimentary things to the ladies. and
often mounting four pair of stairs to
his lodging. We found him with a
night cap on. Looking as if it had been
washed in Caslalian streams, and with
an old.fashioned pair of specs on The
tip of his nose.
why, Max, what the devil are you
at"
"I'm sewing button on my panlsr
in low, gruff tone.
"Why have you no woman to do
that little affair for you'll"
"Where should &c, onel When
joined that swindIing Bachelors Club
we all swore never to marry. Hang
me if there's single one left but my
self"
you are the last, then, Of the cock
hats"
Eyes, I'm the last, l suppose. Or
Sunday ! met Frank Fai,hful-he whe
swore SO often that no wife should evei
give him a curtain lec,ure-and wha
do you think he was about"
Cant say"
He was going to Church, with hi
wife tucked Under his arm, and thre
or four little 'uns walking before him
dressed in silk frocks. A pretty sigh
for bachelor, 10 be sure~
/, "WeII. why don't you gel, q quie
9 slaid, clever woman for a wife-on
!. who would mend your hose, and dar
f your night.caps, and rub your bac
D with opodeldoc when you had III
Rheumatism. or lumbsgo1"
I "Pooh, pooh!-nonsense7 What's a
0 old fellow like me to do with a wifi,
y My old black woman makes my be
and my tea. dine down towing
to the Library to read The papers--pla
: a rubber Of whist n, the Plggery-
come home al ten, and tmble in for tt
night"
y We cast'a furtive glance around ii
room. Every thing looked wretchedl
delspidaled. The dus, and festhe
r had accumulated under the bed-rus,
old coats and pants were hanging @
i pegs on the wall-two chairs had 10
>, their backs--a tray, on which were Il
- dregs Of black tea and piece of clar
a my Toast, were lying on the table,
n bottle on the wooden mantlepiece, hi
:, the remnant Of a tallow candle 10 it,
the embers OF fire threw out a fllcke
ing glare from The grate--a cricket W
~ chirping on the hearth. and cockroa
IN was ,hlowIng divers snnersels II, Z"
y, co.. ner of the room.
i'll Every Thing indicated carelcssne'
is and an absence Of all that was ne'
of clean. and comfortable; and YET NJ
was accounted rich. and in his lin
Nv was quite a qallanl--a perfect Be,