Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1851-03-27
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The Snoring Room Mate.

All aUeCQOLe mas recently peell Teldteu
to us of the celebrated Vinscent De
Camp, known well throughout the South
West as the most polite man of the day,
and very correct actor.
On one occasion, he had been driven
hard from morning till night, over the
rough roads in the neighborhood of Co.
lumbus, Ohio, and alighted at the only
comfortable inn in the place, very hun
cry and tired. Sticking his eye glass to
eye, he demanded hot roast fowl, some
good brandy and a comfortable room for
the night. The landlord was exceedingly
sorry, but he could not give him com
Portable room-the only place he could
sleep would be in double bedroom with
another gentleman.
every WE'LL" said De Camp, "let's
have the best you've got"
After discussing his supper he turned
in, and was soon sound asleep. His
slumbers, however, were doomed to be of
short duration, for before long he was
awakened by cries of "Sir! Sir! Sir"
proceeding from the other bed.
"God bless my soul!" said D., thrust
ing his glass to his eye, and endeavoring
to peer through the dark, "what's the
matter, my dear fellows the house on
fire, or are there bugs in your bed"
Neither, sir; but my God, sir, you
snore so terribly that can't sleep, sir
its terrific sir.
"God bless my soul~ repeated D.,
"that ever should be so rude as to snore
in a gentleman's presence9 | really ask
your pardon, sir; and beg you'll over
look it; it was not Intentional assure
YOU"
The apology was accepted, a good
night was exchanged, and both parties
went to sleep again. Soon, however, a
rumbling sound was heard in D's bed,
every moment growing louder and lou
der until it resembled distant thunder.
The other lodger driven almost to mad.
ness, started up and exclaimed
"By gracious this is too much-I can't
stand it. Sir! sir! sir! Wake up sir"
"God bless my soul! What's the mat
tor now!" cried D., starting from his bed,
"you seem to be very restless"
"Restless sir! / believe you," said
the disturbed one, "you have been sno-
ring again, and cannot sleep"
You don't say" said D. Have |
been repeating my rudeness to you, sir?
| am really very sorry, my dear, but | was
really asleep. Good night"
OFF he went again, and soon began
snoring as loud as ever, and was again
awakened by his room-mate's everlasting
complaints.
"Snoring again, am | sir?" said De
Camp, "well the is, have had hard
days journey and eaten hearty supper,
and if snore | can't help it."
"I have apologised twice." continued
D., "and that is sufficient. am now
about to go to sleep again, and allow me
to inform you, sir, that if you wake me up
again, snoring or not snoring, III just get
up and give you the d-est thrashing
that you ever had in your life. Good
night, sir"
His slumbers were d ,turbed the re-
mainder of the night.
A Soul ABOVE SrEAL1NG.-The lofty
magnanimity and Cato-like sterness OF
self-denial, altogether above their years,
which boys sometimes exhibit under cir
cumstances of the most irresistible temp
tation, is strikingly illustrated in the fol-
lowing anecdote from the N. Y. Mirror.
When young Billy Bottom lost one of
his fingers a few evenings ago, cold
Saratoga" overheard the conversation be-
tween him and Sheesicks about the loss.
Chilly, how did you loose your fngers
easy Enough" said Billy.
"I 'spose so, but howe"
"I guess you'd have lost yourn if it
had been where mine was"
"That don't answer my question"
"Wall, if you must know" said Billy,
ri had to cut it off or else steal the trap"
VERY L1KELY.-A man was brought
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