American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1851, 1851-04-01

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JOURNAL OF THE JULEP CLUB,
1s reported by T. Treat, Gentleman.
The mortal that drinks is the only brave fellow,
Though never poor he's a king when he's mellow;
Grows richer than Croesus with whimsical thinking,
And never knows care whilst he follows his drinking
9.re CHAPTER IT, f#" "a 1922
Ar. Budd Scroggys Story; or, the History Of Name.
Why they ever called me ssBudd," can't for
my life see. 'Tis much easier to account for
my last name as it now stands; but g one at .
time" is a fair rule for a story, as well as
fight; SO, as have neither tradition nor history
to fall back upon, l must cen try to content
you with the same manner of speculation that
has oftentimes entertained me when lying upon
the fat of my back in the shade at noontide.
Let me premise that noontide speculations, in
just such posture, are among the deepest of
those transmitted from the days of Confucius
or Seneca, or any other remote heather. You
may therefore respect these. They could never
have foreseen, at the early age at which re-
ceived this most christian name, that should
ever come to deserve it as do now. Thanks
| to this cool beverage, that, fostered by these
genial showers, should not only come to be
bud, in reality, but, in serious reverence be it
spoken, l should even, like the desert, g bloom
and blossom as the rose," under its potent in
fuence. ast,.ge
Here, rs Mr.. Budd Scroggy's good-natured
countenance beamed with good humor, every
face around the board, at the Eagle Inn, re-
laxed into smile and several who were q
milestone or two further on in juleps, lifted up
their glasses and set them down again with
such an emphasis as required them to examine
the amount of damage done, in pursuing which
inquiry, Mr.. Silas Lambert, forgetting his glass
was nearly filed turned it up and precipitated
the contents into his lap and bosom; and ex-
claiming "Gad!" let the glass smash upon the
floor. This accident caused renewed mirth;
but another julep being brought in by black
Job-a very patient fellow--and order again
restored, MIR. Budd Scroggy resumed
But there might have been other reasons
for giving me the pleasant prefix / bear, and
such as must have been very evident to every
body who could make her or his way through
the numberless hlliput articles of dress that
were airing about my crowded little bedroom
the morning l was born These are, / was very
red, and folded up very closely, and was GER
tainly one day--if the worms did not nip me
prematurely--to expand into something more
imposing if not half so pleasing. friend who
was present on that occasion-in fact he was
the doctor, but not at oil grave man--re-
marked, when he heard the name, that I" the
| first thing this bud will do, will be to burst
| out cryi1g /" which, in truth, l had done before ;
but this witticism of the doctor did not please
my mother at all. Ii was truly an ungenial
matrimony that welded together the names Of
Budd and Scroggy; though, undoubtedly antag-
onistic in meaning, or rather compatibility, the
names in this instance seem singularly descrip-
tive OF myself. To own it, don't believe there
is person in America, or any other place, who
has q better title to his name. have proved
my claim, believe, gentlemen, to my christian
name, to be one which l think no Christian
ought to deny
Cries of "Yes! yesl" and jingling of glasses,
mingled with the "death-rattle' from several
exhausted juleps. Now, then, it remains for
me to explain to you how came by my "sir
name," and its applicability. My grandfather
was named Scroggy, and as he lived in the days
Of the Revolution, and as no true American
cares to, trace his ancestry farther il matters
very little to me what his father was named, he
being Scotchman. glory in being an Amer
lean, and therefore choose to let the events pre-
ceding the declaration go by me as incidents Of
the dark ages, believing, as / do, the date Of
the freedom of these States the only true dawn
of Christianity. But as | may refer to what my
graHdfathcr says, Che being native-born citizen
of the origin of my name, l will give in his evil
dence as nearly as l can recollect it. The
greatest families of the world must have had
some origin, and even those, frequently, very
ignoble; and rs | am not related to that Eng
lish nobleman who, in dispute about geneal-
ogy, asserted that his ancestors escaped from
the deluge in an English yacht of their own, so
must infer that somehow or other, don't know
how, must have descended from Noah How
ever that may be- the first unfortunate destined to
perpetuate my name did not appear for some
thousands of years after the death Of that scrip
tural worthy; andwhen he did 80, il was for long
time mooted question, whether he did not come
into the place where he was found in exactly the
same manner that they contend, ut the present
day, did the savages of these shores, throughout
our primeval forests--namely, by being rained
down from heaven. The exact state of the case
is, that the founder of our notable family might
never have had any parents at all, for what zoe
knew or cared the amount of our information
being that he was something of an ill-favored,
bony infant, that was making the highlands
ring with his untutored music when he was dis
covered by q shepherdess early in the morning,
as she went forth for some purpose or other
best known to herself. The mists Of the Scotch
highlands had often before been known to pro-
duce torrent Of rain or o thunderstorm, but