The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1850-06-15
For The Cecil Wing.
"A Tale Of Peach Brandy
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My friend do you ever dream? 7 do. !
And sometimes | have as queer dreams as
ever mortal was troubled with; and not
only when ] am asleep, but even, while
awake. I will give an instance: So
"come sit thee down by me" .and I will
tell thee tale;" dream, but moi all
dream.
1t was beautiful bright morning, that
Mr.. Boldray stood on bis porch, looking
over his extensive grounds. The beams
of the rising sun, fell slanting on the grass
and trees glittering with dew drops The
little birds sang sweetly, bu. sad was the
heart OF Mr.. B. He looked over his vast
peach orchards, stretching as far as the
eye could reach, and thought OF livestock
ed markets-worthless prices-and sad
was the heart of Mr.. B. Suddenly thought
flashed on his mind peach hrandy-lt
was temptation; he shook it off, and en-
tered the house. "My DEAR" said he to
his wife, owe must lower our contrib,l-
tons to the Church and the Missionary
cause, we can't afford to be so liberal as
h eretotoIe."
Mr.: B. was member of Church. To
almost every church, belongs four classes
OF persons. First the rich, who belong
for form and fashions sake; second, the
rich, who are truly pIous third, the poor
who are devoted TO the service OF God
and fourth, the poor who care but little
about the matter any way. To which of
these classes Mr.. B. belonged is not my
business just now to say. nor yours to
know. On the morning referred to, Mr..
B. assembled his family to prayers, but
peach brandy, were the only words he
was master Of. These mingled with his
supplcation and thanksgiving and praise.
Surely, no mortal was ever 50 SoreIv
tempted. Some evil Esprit hung about his
path.
Every thing looked Iike--smelled like
- tasted like--or sounded like--peach
brandy. In despair he sprang upon his
horse and rode out Yet nothing relieved
him. The birds. to him, seemed to sing
peach brandy, the dogs barked-peach
brandy, the pigs sqneeIed-peach brandy.
! He drew near to the river, and o. how
beautiful it was Every ripple was spark
ling in the sunbeams 1t was like rich
/ " jewelled girde on mantle of green:
but to Mr.. B. it looked like a stream Of
peach brandy. Poor man he was pos
s,sacl Of i devil.
"a change came Ger the spirit ofmy dream"
saw Mr.. B.rlding upon that same horse,
I arIC r,ln
Upon the outskirts OF the said city, stood
a little, dark looking house. II was a lit
tie. dark looking house with an unpleasant
smell issuing thcrefrom To this house
Mr. B. rode, and, having aighted from
his horse he passed in. 1t was a peach
brandy mandatory. Mr.. b took seat
IN one corner and watched the operations.
There stood the big vat filled with
peach juice. There was the great stli
with its copper boiler and the fire blazing
beneath. AS the thick fumes rolled out
OF the house, strange We're their effects
upon man and beast. A hog sauntering
leisurely along accidently caught the
scent, when he rapidly boted as for dear
life. A dog came up and snufiing up the
odours as he reached the door, he sudden
Iy clapped his tail between his legs and
started of with shrlll, alto ki-e-ie-ic. An
old lady, who was Washing near, snunld
up the fumes, and was soon seen leaning
on her tub, manlestng all the symptoms
OF one who had taken 10 grains OF Tart
Anthony. But over some these fumes
had peculiar, fascinating power. This
was noticed in the case of church-trus-
tee. He was dressed with a dark cloth
cap and snuff colored frock coat. He had
game bag by his side and "a gun over his
shoulder-he looked, for all the world
like hunter. When those odours reached
his nose, his heart leaped for JOY; and he
FASTENED TO the dark looking house snuff
ing the fumes with all the delight OF a
hungry man over the savory odours of q
roasted turkey. He was afterwards seer
with church member upon one arm and
Son of Temperance on the other-a
happy trio-aking the whole road tc
themselves. There are many other queer
things to be said of these fumes, but WE
will now pass them by.
But how was it with the old man
Aye. how was it with him? There he sa
within, gazing at all the internal opera
tons with great delight.
"a change came DER the spirit ofmy Dream
The fire seemed to burn more fierceIv
it roared and cracked with a strange sounc
to the ears OF Mr.. B. And that Still too
was changed, its big copper body seemed
to be covered with scales, and pant in;
with life. The Worm was twisting AM
rolling and lifting up its scorpion head
with glaring eyebaIls and venomous' fangs
And the men-they were changed. Horn
projected from their heads, they had clover
feet; and as they danced and whiske'
their long tails around, with horrid Grin