The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1852-10-27
!. sWooDsFIELD, OHIO, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER ~, 1852

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went ovsr their first leaps so compactly
that you could have covered them all with
blanket. Then. as the people saw that
the mare was taking her jumps easily and
without any apparent strain, hopes began
to run high, and one might hear such ex.
clanations as the following: "Begor,
Little Ginger will have she day! Sorra a
bit that mane rascal. Jack Dwyer, will see
Of the cup this blessed morning, "Sarve
him right, the Protestant spalpeen!"
While the little bailiff waved his cap as he
flew over the fences, and replied with
wild shout Of triumph. By degrees, how.
ever, all the horses fell off one by one,
leaving the contest entirely between Jack
Dwyer's bay stallion and the mare; and as
they were seen coming up the hill to the
last leap. one might have heard pin fall.
1t was q broad ditch filled with water, and
having stiff wooden rail about four feet
high at the near side. On they came, the
mare little ahead, and Dwyer's horse
laboring a few yards behind Every eye
was fixed upon my grandfather. On he
came, the mare sweeping over the ground
with long smooth strides, and as easily as
if she was only being ''breathed' by her
groom. As she came close to the jump,
she elevated her ears. while her eyes dila-
ted and, flashed like carbuncles. My
grandfather settled in his saddle and pre-.
pared himself TO lilt her well over, while
theliitle bailiff stuck on like limpet to a
rock. But the splendid creature wanted
no lifting. She swept along with smooth
steady stride, and as she came close to
the leap she fell back for an instant on her
launches to gather herself for the spring,
then with one tremendous effort shot over.
A cry of admiration ran through the crowd.
She had cleared the off edge of the jump
by seven clear feet! Five seconds more,
and INV grandfather had shot past the win
ning.post amid the cheers Of five thousand
people. He gained the race, paid his
debt to Darcy and Burke with the win
nings; and there were no such heroes OF
herones that night in the whole country
as Little Ginger and his brown mare. Let
me. alone. .beiore-the. people. 81
P. 81 have just come from the doc.
tors. told the beast that if he didn't
come 10 see Mary Anne at once. I'd give
the practice to another man. The fellow
never answered me.
P.S.S-Mary Anne and | have just fin.
ished bottle Of port; she does not feel
,rself at all.
P.S.S.S.--I cant stand it any longer.
III have that doctor out II will be the
first time that Blake ever disgraced his
pistols by fighting with an apo.hecary, but
III try and avoid this by borrowing a
friends shooting iron. @
P.S.S.S.S.-What do you think? the
blackguard scoundrel threatened when |
challenged him TO send for the police. |
expressed my contempt for his conduct by
giving him licking, and then left him.
Mary Anne still very bad. II don't drink
another bottle Of port, shall have to fight
with myself I 4.f N
P.S.S.S.S.S.-Don't forget the Tin!!! =
KISSING AND ToBAcco.-Miss Fanny
Fern of the Olive Branch, in reply V an
observation by a cotemporary, that sthe
women ought to make pledge not to kiss
man who uses tobacco, very pertinently
and sensibly remarks Il
So they had! but the duce Of it is, all
the handsome men use il IN some shape!
and "kissing is little luxury not TO be
dispensed with" As, to female kiss,
faugh! there's no eferuescence in it! it's as
fiat as an unmixed soda powder!-If am
victimized that way, I always take an ear
|ly application Of soap and water! You
will see women, practice il sometimes. .just
70 keep their, hand I'M" Clips mean;) but
It's a miserable substitute! a sham article!
done half the time to tantalize some Of the
male audience! { hope TO be pardoned
for turning states evidence" but don't
care a pin if I ain't) Now kissing is q
natural gift. mot 10 be acquired by any
makea note ont" as Capt, Cutie says
There's your nWversal. l.kisser, who can't
distinguish between your kiss and your
grandmother's- is your philosophi-
cal, transcendental kisser, who goes
Through the motions" In The air! then
there's ----, oh! my senses!- they say
there's such thing as ..unwritten music, .
and unwritten poetry" have my private
suspicious there are "unpritten kisses!"