Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1849-12-15

into our sanctum, TOOK OH his hat, picked |
up bit of manuscript, and commenced
reading very closely. We reached over
and took letter out of his hat, unfolded,
and commenced reading it, He was so
busy that he did he did not discover how
we were paying him in his own coin, until
we asked him what his correspondent
was writing to him about woman.
why look here, Squire, said he, you are
surely not reading my private letters?'
Certainly, sir, said we; you are reading
our private manuscripts He was plagued
begged us not TO mention his name, prom
ised to do so no more, and we quit even
LOUISVILLE Journal.
My uncle P, was an awfYl snorer
He could be heard farther than black
smiths forge; but my aunt became so
accustomed to il that it soothed her re-
pose. They were very domestic
couple; never sleep apart for many years.
AT length my uncle was required to at
tend court at some hundred miles distant
The first night after his departure my
aunt never slept a wink; she missed the
snoring, The second night passed away
in the same way without sleep. She
was getting into bad way, and probably
would have died, had it not been for the
ingenuity of the servant girl; she took
the coffee mill into aunt's chamber, and
ground her to sleep at once.
THE ELEPHANT. When cousin Icha-
bod first saw him at show, he exclaim-
ed with mute astonishment: "Ihen that's
the rale menagerer-the identical critter
itself / swow would mt two of 'em make
a team to draw stun with! Golly, aint he
q scrouger?" Ichabod went "hum," and
related what he had seen. "I seen, said
he, "the ginewine menagerer-the big
gest lump of flesh that ever stirred. He
had tew tails tew: one behind, t'other be-
fore. Philosofers calls the fore'un
pronobscus. He put one OF his tails in
my pocket and hauled out all the ginger
bread--every hootcr. What dye think
he. done with it? Why he stuck it in his
own pocket, and begun to tumble for
more--darn him |"
A GooD REAsoN.-Whetherbe who
drives the White Mountain stage, is a
great wag. "There's young woman
lyin' in that ere house yonder," said he
to us, as we were riding on the outside
with him last summer, "there's young
woman been lyin' there near about a
month. and they havn't buried her vet"
"Why not?" we innocently inquired.
"Cause she amt deadp' quietly re-
marked Whetherbee, and he tickled the
ear of the night leao Or with his whip.
The other day while monitor was
hearing boy say his lesson, the follow
ing passage occurred: "The wages of
sin is DEATH" The monitor wishing TO
get the word "wages" out by deduction,
asked, "What does your father get Sat-
urday night?" The boy answered. -"He
gets drunk"
An Irishman who had blistered his fin
gers in endeavoring to draw on n new
pair of boots, exclaimed, "By St. Path
rick! believe l shall nivir git thin on
till wear them day of two"
HE rs DEAD.
Yes-the friend who was by our side
but yesterday-whose laugh was as loud
as our own, and whose spirits were as
! light as the most active--is now dressed
in the habiliments of the tomb. His voice
will enliven no more--no more will his
presence cheer--no more will Joy and
gladness spring up in the hearts of those
who were wont to be relieved from the
benevolence of his heart. He is dead.
He has looked his last on field and flower