The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1850-04-26

which cannot without candles-to see you,
and to tell you that it is impossible can for
get"
"Bless me! what a memory you have! But
you must take another opportunity for your tale;
| for"
"Alas leave England immediately
ga pleasant voyage to you! There, not a
word more; must run down to Coffee"
"Now, may never laugh more" said, "f
am baffled thus" SO | strolled back to the
front OF The house, and proceeded 10 reconnoi-
trc. A bay-window was half open, and in a
small, neat drawing room, perceived a group
assembled: an old lady, with high muslin cap
and red ribbons, was pouring out the coffee /;
her nephew, tall, awkward young gentleman,
sitting on one chair and resting lis legs on sns
otaer, was occupied in the stud of Sir Charles
Grandson and my fair Margaret was leaning
on sofa, and laughing immoderately.
"lndeed, Miss, said the matron, "you should
learn to govern your mirth. People will think
you came out OF Bedlam."
lifted the window gently, and slept into the
room.
"Bedlam, madam !" quoth I; 81 bring intell-
gence from Bedlam. arrived last week."
The tall, awkward young gentleman stared {;
and the aunt half said, half shrek, "What in
the name of wonder are you!"
"Mad, madam! very particularly mad! mad
as a hare in March, or Cheapside blood on
Sunday morning. Look at me! do | not foam!
Listen to me! do not raves Coffee, my dear
madam, coffee; there is no animal so thirsty
as your madman in the dog days"
"Eh! rcallyw said the tall, awkward young
| gentleman.
"My good sir" began, but my original in
sanity began to fail me, and drew forthwith
upon Ossian's-"Fly! receive the wind and
fly; the blasts are in the hollow Of my hand,
the course of the storm is mine!'
"Eh! reallyw said the tall, awkward young
gentleman.
81 look on the nations and they vanish; my
nostrils pour the blast of death: come abroad
on the winds; the tempest is before my face /;
but my dwelling is calm, above the clouds; the
fields of my rest are pleasant"
"Do you mean to insult u.s." said the old la.
dy.
CAY! do you mean to insult my aunt9 real
ly!" said the tall, awkward young gentleman.
81 shall call in my servants" said the old Ia
dy.
81 am the humblest Of them," said |, bowing.
81 shall teach you a different tune" said the
tall, awkward young gentleman, "reaIly"
every well, my dear sir; my instrument is
the barrel organ;" and cooked my sweet little
pocket companion in his face. "Fanish, little
Kastril for the Hannibal, Heogabalus, and
Holophcrnes, time is valuable; madness is pre-
cipta;c, and hair triggers is the word. Vanish!
"Eh really" said the tall, awkward young
gentleman, and performed IN cn;rechat, which
carried him to the door. The old lady had dis
appeared ut the first note of the barrel organ.
| locked the door, and found Margaret in a par
oxysm of laughter.
Il wish you had shot him." she said, when
she recovered; 81 wish you mad shot him: he
is a sad fool
"Do not talk Of him; ar speaking to you,
beautiful Margaret possibly for the last time
Will you ever think of me! Perhaps you will
But let Inc receive from you some token that
may dote upon in other years; something tina;
may bc hope to me in my happiness, and a
consolation in calamity. Sonethug-nay
never could talk romance; but give me one
lock of your hair, and will leave England with
resignation"
"lou have earned il like true knight" said
Margaret, and she severed from her head along,
glossy ringlct. "Look," she continued, "you
must to horse; the country has risen for your
apprehension"
| turned towards the window. Tie country
had indeed risen. Nothing was to be seen but
gossoons in the van, and gossips in the rear, rcd