Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1851-11-27

THE KENrUcKY NJ. s. L.

Fsir-the crystal falace--lS lffeno
of ours, brusque gay, good -natur--
ed, honest Kentuckian, whom We
can best describe by calling him the
Prince of Good Feloacs-a gentle
man in every sense Of the word, yet
ene who knows little, and cares less.
for the conventional rules Of class
socieiy--one who regards himself as
a sovereign, and man among men
--one
sswho would tnIs 70 King ard call him mister,
And stand by bis side with bis old felt hat oa-
Who'd kiss the Queen Till he'd raise blister.
And ask Der the price Of TIE throne she sat on "
On nthe Foarth OF July, he visited
tbs Crystal Palace. in company with
some countrymen Of his. They had
just dined--it was a select party-at
the Princs Adelaide, and after dinner
they quaffed a few bottles OF Held
sick, TO "the day we celebrate" and
other kindred Ioasts. In starting for
the Fair. they were all in good hu-
NOR with themselves, and the rest of
mankind" The spirits Of our friend,
whom wel'shall call Jones, were
pleasant and periodically exuberant
on the occasion. But as the old ball
lad has il:
~When they got into the Fair,
They were all in puff for fresh air;
For the Fair very soon, was as full as the moon,
Such crowds upon crowds there were theref'
Il say boys says Jones, wiping
the perspiration off his face, which
like'editors of the slang whang order,
was coming out strong, this place is
getting a little TOO hot for me; be-
SIDES. it's a mean-hung place, any
way you can.ix it. Why, curse me
If | hay'nt seen greater wonders in
travelling menagerie in old Louis
vile. II | was in Walkers nov i'm
bibing one of them juleps, wouldn't
l feel at homel But, talking of Walk
sr's, could we raise a drink in this
overgrown caravansarv of Heather
and Hottentots, Monsieurs, Malays,
and great universal gumbo OF all
creationP
His friend replied negatively, by a
shake OF the head.
Then I'm blam'd,' said Jones, I'll
this place aint meaner than a game
of nigger chuck.a-luck, or Cincinnati
sausages.'
But, Jones' said one OF the COM
pany, i tell you what you can have
here; you can have a glass of soda
water, or lemonade, and. by the by
there, yonder is The Duke of Wei
lington. making right for the stand
where it is sold, and if you hurry up
you will have it 10 say when you re
turn. that you hobnobbed with the
Duke
Good idea, by jeminy,' said Jones,
and up he went. tf-s.-
Jones, we would remark, bears
strong resemblance to the hero OF
Waterloo, when he was IFS hero
His noseis altogether Wellingtonian.
He was dressed in a f1e blue cloth
coat, with gilt buttons, white vest,
and Nankin pantaloons, favorite
costume with Jones, and a Iavorite
dress with the English nobility Also
II may be that this made him unbend
himself TO our friend, in the first in
stance; for the general cold and rigid
character of the Iron Duke !; pro-
verbal. But without further specu-
laiion on this point, let US proceed.
Madam said Jones, Ia female
being the attendan0 'let me have a
glass of lemonade;' and then turning
round to the hero Of a hundred fights,
as ii he were an everyday acquain-
tance, he careIessly said, How do
you do my Lord Duke, how do you
dor
The Duke, il he said anything,
spoke very low; he however bowed
Very well, thank you.'
sYour Grace is taking lemonade, /
see,' said Jones. The Duke bowed
another affirmative reply.
2 Anything important before the
Committee in the Lower House, this
forenoonr said the Duke; for the
fact was, he took Jones TO be a coun- I
try member OF Parliament.
Jones not exactly understanding
the meaning of the question, inter-
preted in his own way, and rePlied:
20, dang the Committees. / wouldn't
sit on one with which that dirty
shirt abolitionist, Horace Greely,
would have anything TO do. Pm
told they made him chairman of one
OF 'em. But tell me, Duke said
Jones. would you not like a stick in
your lemonadef
"a siickr said the Duke, straight
ening himself up and extending the
lids Of his sunken eyes, "a stick a su-
gar stickI No. sir. Field Marshal,
the Duke Of Wellington uses the ar
ticle in no shape, not even in his
coffee
'Duke,' said Jones, you misunder-
stand me. | mean throwing in a