The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1850-03-21
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THE POLISHED. BOOTS,
OK, THE RICH BRUSSELS CARPET.

OK, THE RICH BRUSSELS CARPET.
A Thrilling Eleuen Hundred and Tnentyt four
Dollar Prize Tale. "Go ii aBoots."-Milton.
See 'em!
See those new boots standing as summers
cloud upon the rich Brussels carpet
Black as the night of doom, they sit quietly
upon the rich Brussels carpet. Ten thousand
tempestuous clouds, made up Of lampback,
midnight and little niggers, could not rival in
darkness those new calf-skin boots, sitting qui-
etly upon the new Brussels carpet
How still they are!
Like black Berkshire pig, on some sum-
mers day, half.buried in mud, unstirred by the
gentle gale, sit the boots upon the carpet.
Look again.
The sun, just sinking in the west, like a huge
Orange county cheese The splendiferously
golden curtains are enrolling around his eve.
nirg couch The plough-boy is preparing to
turn out his team, and the milk maid, as Peri
with new bonnet, is about to milk the gentle
cows
How beautiful!
The rich, the golden sunshine, Teers in at the
raised window, and bathes in a flood of light
the room with the rich Brussels carpet. How
fingers on the new calfskin boots, sitting so
still. Not sound is heard, yet how the boots
shine in the golden sunshine! They glitter like
warriors buckler, all secured up! Like a
negro's heel in dark night, appear the boots,
in the golden sunshine, upon the rich Brussels
carpet, at the close Of day.
The boots were paid for! That day they
had been purchased,
What ecstacy!
The first new pair of calf.skin boots! Is
there free born American citizen whose heart
does not throb at the mention of such things!
Point him out, and let him be branded as some
misanthropic wretch who entered upon the
stage oflife with nothing but coarse cowllide
"stogies" to hide his homely feet.
Yet every rose has its thorn Every pleas.
ure has its pain. Every stick of candy has its
end We remember well that as we looked
upon those new calf.skin boots bathed in
food of golden sunshine, and sitting quietly
upon the rich Brussels carpet, Just at the de-
cline cf day, we thought that some illfated of
spring of COW had been slain in cold blood
his sleek, glossy skin cut from his quivering
fe;h, and plunged into tan-bark and lime
while the bereaved mother was mourning for
tlle Caiil tiidl sHOulu DleaI nO iloIc, VI Citpei
around with his hind legs ard tail in the air.
Calves must die!
Whether upon two legs or four, we solemn.
ly reiterate the truth, that calves must die! As
we thought OF these things, tear came into
our eye We brushed it away and turned bold
ly to the future, as we look upon the new boots,
sitting quietly upon the rich Brussels carpet!
Mrs. Partington on the Pacific Railroad-
Thirty thousand dollars worth of Specific Rail-
road stock taken! Well, | wonder what kind
of stock they are going to use to expel the rail-
road, as it flies on its course as if OH the mill
ions ola pledged slngsters over TIE great desert
country which consists of vast f':gcs immense
cannons, great taverus, big b"~;'s, and other
characteristics of galvanic legend, whether
they are horses, oxen, or mules. do believe
that the spangled notions of stca:i, injuus and
volcanic batters isn't to despair with the old
ways OF movin' through the world, specially in
sinners movin' down that broad road to destrac-
ton; where, as the parson said last Sunday,
there was whipping and whaling and Knocking
ont teeth