The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1849-01-24

J. menl does DR.. Fussy neglect, and the odd
If are, in the end, that he is making ,housane
y dollars year. before DR.. Easy has heart
o the rat a.tat Of his first patient at the door
:. Now perhaps DR.. Fussy may, Of The two, be
= the humbug; but ] very much question
1 whether he is the fool What applies tc
r these two Doctors, applies generally to eve.
t ry trade and profession under the sun, Bar.
: ring lucky chance now and again, an ad.
venturer will find that in The battle Of life
t every man must be his own trumpetcr
5 sound your own charge and ride over every
body, or somebody else will sound his charge
! and ride over YOU.
Mrs. PARTINGToN ON PHYSICS. -"This is
an age OF enervallon in physics sure cnoughp'
SAID Mrs. Partlngton, as she glanced at the
column of new and remarkable specifies;
"why will people run after metaphysics and
them rostrums. when by taking some simple
purgatory they can get well so soon. lis
all nonsense, it is-and if people instead Of
dosing themselves with calunnv and bitters,
would only take exercise and air little more
and wash themselves with care and a crash
towel they would be all the better for it."
She SAID this on her own experience. As
for "died drink" and summer beverages,
Mrs. p. is high, she is.
PoETIcAL REpoRT1No.-The Waterford
Chronicle contains the following police re-
port, the rythm of which is decidedly clev-
| or:
"Mster Johnny O'Connor, a man of no
honor, went out with Miss Brady, nice lit.
lie lady. and treated 10 brandy, and sponge
cake and candy. and more things so dainty,
and kisses so plenty. But at length the sad
fellow grew artfully mellow, and he was
walking, and kissing and talking with pref
ly Miss Brady. the nice little lady. purse
lnlI nt rhlno Il wish il was mine oh.) he
whipped from her pocket, and cleared like
rocket. But soon he was taken, while tracks
he was making, and Iodgngs assigned him
where justice may find him. But the maid
on the morrow came in sorrow, her little
heart heavng. 'and tears her eyes leaving
and begged that his honor would pity poor
Conner. TO which he assented as Connor
rePenied; when off went the couple with
limbs mighty supple, and left us presuming
that maiden so blooming, herself to a life
"fmnch trouble was dooming; for Johnny.
The bl"ckhead, who picked the maids Pock-
ct. when married, lin thinking, will whip
her like winking."
A man was lately brought before mag
lStrate charged with stealing dead sheep;
the magistrate dismissed the complaint, OBJ
sHrvlng that there was no such thing, as
when sleep died ii became mutton.
A CHILD wrToUT FATuER.-A rcspec-
ttntlf thh ee, wHs then rtW days since to cx
CrciSc his professional skill upon the infant
child ola very pretty In,le woman who held
apartments in the neghborhood Of his office.
The baby had complexlty Of maades, and
The combi:.ed influence 0 hopping cough (
AMI convulsions, &C., proved to be more
than nature could endure. The little suf. (
tcrer died when about six weeks old. 1t
was necessary for the m ther to have the
physicians certificate setting forth the cause
of death in order to procure The interment of
the body. She therefore despatched her
second son, promising youth Of some SIX
summers growth. TO The doctors office, 10
procure SAID certificate. Fully commission
ed, the prec 'cious youngster entered the Of. .
fec, and cried oul:-
doctor, ma wanh the thurti6cate TO bu.
ry the babce."
"Oh, ave." said the Doctor raising his i
glasses and pattng the juvenile on the head :
so little bubby's dead, Charley, isn't hel"
with benevolent and sympat etic look.) I
"Ye,h, he ilh, all want the thurtifcatc; c
for ma, tho they can bury 'im.'
81 understand, my boy. your mother q
wants certificate; we'll Charley, where is
your falher!' !,
"Oh, he's dead long ago. ,
"Ah, your father died sometime snce?" r
"Yclh." :
$50, to he sure. sec, (rcplacing specta. =,
klcs) well, Charley, where is the baby's fa- ,
hcr?" G
"Vy, e never 'ad one, at all c
"O-h! ! see umph, (writcs rapidly here's ,
Inc certificate. now hurry home.'
The youngsler thrust the paper into his I
apron pocket, and made his exit, munching
A cake which he had held behind his back i
during his dialogue with the Doctor. The |
good old man of medicines watched the pro- /
,ress of The urchin till he turned the nearest r
corner, and then returned to his chair and Il
studies. saying dstincy, as he took 4 pinch L
Di snuff, "lhis is a remarkable age"
". Y. Herald,