The Texas Republican. [volume] (Marshall, Tex.) 1849-1869, 1852-11-06
THE LAST DAcaeIoR.
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The shape OF marriages. -Mooxrs R,so.

cio'h hSd been removed and nothing wai
leu on the mahogany but An expressly,
black bottle. and single thin sp,rituell,
looking glass to each member. They hsc
drank up to Gallsghers best.
/ The Old South struck eleven. and IN,
last hour OF the year was hailed with nm
uproarious welcome.
bumper. gentlemen" said Harry St
John, the sad dog Of the club, "brim YOU,
breakers, my friends, and let every man be
under the table when the ghos, OF the old
year passes over"
No. no J" timidly demonstrated Earnes,
Gourley, II" pale graduate just from the
University, who sa, modestly a, the bottom
OF tho table, "no, no! it is sad hour, but
merry one Cork the bottle ill after
twelve We have lost too many hours of
the year to throw away the last, le, US be
rational ill the clock strikes, at least, and
then drink il you will For my part, |
never pass these irrevocable periods without
chill. at my heart. Come, ST. John, in.
dulgc me this time Push back the bots
tie y The dark eyes of the handsome
student flashed as he looked around, and
the wild spirits of the club were sobered
for moment--only,
Good advice" said Fred Espcrsl a
young ply stefan, breaking the silence, but,
like my own pills, to be taken at discretion
Sink moralizing, | say. There are times
and places enough when we mus, be grave.
| for one will never NOPE when can be
merry what say, OLavender Fill your
glass, and trump my philosophy
Smother me but you re all wrong"
hiccupped tho dandy. who WAS always sen.
timental in his cups. "Gourlay, there, Il
am shocked at your atrocious cravat, by
the way, Earnest), Gourlny Is nearer to it
-but-but he smacks of his vocation :
No preaching us be tpass the bottle,
Tom sober. Send for dozen white
top'-and when the clock strikes tw twelve
Those cur cursed olives make me stutter)
seal II p-solennl y--for the las, surviving
m m.member-soemnly, | say
What . the use" Numbered Tom
Corliss, who, till the third bottle had no,
spoken word, and from sundry such symp.
toms WAS strongly suspected of being in
love, "who would drink III not |, faith
What 81, down when eleve.. such fellows
slept without their pillows. to drink It's
an odd taste of yours. my dear macaroni
1t would y" "m"h hAtfsr to trsvestic that
wbm, aud seal a bottle Of rinegar for The
last bachelor ,"
The proposition WAS received with uni
yersal sbou, of appreciation. The vinegar
was ordered, with pen, ink. and paper.
4 oh
member bound himself to drink it, in case
it fell to his lot, on the night the las, man.
save himself, WAS married and after pass
ing round the table. it WAS laid aside, with
it's irregular signatures. till twelve. As the
clock struck the seal WIS set upon the bot
tie, and after a somewhat thoughtful bum.
per- the host was called, and the deposit
with its document WAS formally charged to
his keeping.
1t WAS on the last night Of 1880, that =
gentleman, slightly corpulent, and with
here and there a gray hair about his TEN
pies, "a, down alone at the club table IN
- Street, with dusty bottle and single
glass before him. The rain was beating
pause of the gust, IA he 81. with his hands
thrust deeply into his pockets. the solemn
tones of the Old South, striking eleven,
reached his ear lie started, and, Selling
tho bottle, held it up to the light, with
contraction of the muscles of his face, and
a sl.iddcr OF disgust quite iucomprehensi.
Bile to the solitary servant who waited his
pleasure.
"You may leave the room, ' iliam,"
said he, and ms the door closed he drew
from his pocket smoky, time. stained nan
uscript and a number of letters, and threw
them imps,ieu,ly on the table After sitting
n moment and tightening his coat about
him in the manner of one who screws up
his resolution with some difficulty, he filed
his glass flom the bottle, and drank it with
. sudden and historical gulp.
"Pah ! il cuts like = sword And so
here | nm-the last bachelor | little
thought it ten years ago, this night How
fresh 1t is in my mind Ten years since
! put the seal on that bottle with my own
hand, 1t seem. impossible. How distinctly
| remember those dozen rascally Benedlc's
who are laughing at me to night, seated
round this very table, and roaring at my
All mArried-St John, and
Fred Espesel, and little Gourlay, and to-
night, last Of ALL O'Lsvender has got be
fore me with his cursed slacri,y. And l
amt . useless to deny 1.-THE old bachc
Tor. /, Tom Corliss--thst am as soft in
my nature A. a milk Diet THAT could
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