Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1852-02-18
NED CLEWLlNE AND THE BROKER.

Ned was very funny feIlow-full of
his practical jokes, which often made him
many enemies among the morose Of man
kind. One day Ned asked me TO 90 and
help him eat an oyster stew. We stopped
at Browns. and in just five seconds each
had a glorious one, smoking hot. Ned
caught up the castor nearly full of cayenne,
and the very first chuck, off went the top,
dumping the whole machine full Of pepper
slap into the stew.
"Thunder! Charley, look at that. What
in blazes will do with i, now 20
''Send it back, Ned, and order another"
mo, I'm blessed if do," and N ed began
stirring his stew very indus,riously, while
his bright black eyes sparkled with mischief
10 about ten seconds N ed nudged my elbow
--"Look at that, Charley" ! looked q,
The stew, and it was clear of pepper-Ned
had stirred it all in.
"Wbat are you going to do, Ned, ca. off
the top, and"-
"Nor
At that moment q Wall street broker, with
his gloves and newspaper in hand, came in.
singing out, as he took chair beside US
"Oys,er slew!" and then, depos,ing his pa
per and gloves on our table, he went TO the
bar to "smile." The momen, ha, the bro
ker turned his back, the waiter brought the
stew, and The moment he left, Ned slid his
peppered stew ov eracross, hauled the other
back, and commenced eating.
The broker, after imbibing his brandy,
took bis seat, and, catching up his paper, he
began to look over the price current, while
he fumbled about with his disengaged hand
after the pepper. AT last he found the empty
castor, and after shaking it over his plate
ill he though. he had bis stew abou, right,
he took up his spoon, and-Ned took up
his plate. followed suit, and the mex, mo-
ment the table was flung half way across
the saloon, capsizing it, Of course, and max
ing regular smash-up Of everything on it,
while the broker with table, spoon full Of
of cayenne pepper down his throat, wen,
tearing about the room like burnt dog, and
roaring equal to dozen full-grown alliga-
tors in pitched batlle.
After the squall was over, Ned look ed up
at the broker, who happened to bring up
near his chair, and said 10 him very seri-
ousy:
"Sir, am a very quiet man myself, like
to ca, my dinner withou. being disturbed,
and hereafter if you should happen to come
in when ! am here, will thank you 10 sit
al some other table,"
The broker apoIogized 10 Ned, paid the
damage, and slid. ] caught the glimpse of
several ofthe company looking out sideways
at my companion, bu, Ned went on eating
his slew, with his plate on his knees, Just
as innocent as if he didn'l know wha, cay
enne pepper was.-Carpet Bag.
A TIMELY PARAGRPH.-The following
beautiful passage IN the ''Home Book of the
Picturesque" bv Washington Irving, might
almost make November day cheerful -
"And here let me say word in favor Of
those vicissitudes Of our climate which are
too often made the subjec. of exclusive re-
pining. If they annoy US occasionally by
changes from hot to cold, from wet to dry,
they give US one Of the most beautiful cli-
mates in the world. They give us the brill
liant sunshines Of the south of Europe, with
the fresh verdure of the north. They Aoa,
our skies with gorgeous tn,s or Reecy white
ness, and send down cooling showers to re-
fresh the painting earth and keep i, green.
Our seasons are all poe,ical the phenome-
ma of our heavens are full Of subimny and
beauty. Winter with us has none of its
proverbal gloom. 1t may have its bowling
winds, and chilling fros,s, and whirling
snow storm; but ii has also its long inter-
vals Of cloudless sunshine. when the snow
clad earth gives redoubled brightness to the
day; when at nigh. the stars beam with in
lensest lustre, or The moon floods The whole
landscape with her most lmpid radiance :;
and then the joyous outbreak Of our spring,
bursting at once into leaf and blossom, re-
dundant with vegetation, and vociferous with
life and the splendors Of our summer-its
morning volupluousness and evening glory
its airy palaces Of sun gilt clouds, piled
up in deep azure sky; and lis gusts of
tempest of almost topical grandeur, when
the forked tightening and the believing
thunder voley from the ballements Of hea-
ven shake the sul!ry atmosphere-and the
sublime melancholy of our autumn, msgn-
icent in its decay, whitening down the pomp
and pride Of woodland country, yet reflect
ing back from its yellow golden forests the
golden serenity of the sky. Surely we may
say that in our climate The heavens declare
the glory of God, and the armament shew-
eth forth his handiwork day unto day Ut
terelh speech, and night unto night sheweth
knowledge.'"
Every time you avoid doing wrong, you
increase your inclination to do that which