Daily American telegraph., 1852-03-20
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meant to open them; but made her tremble
and blush enough to pay for not laughing out
right Ho--hol -,
The grandest job had with q young slip
of divinity, though in the cold season. He was
prime favorite Of mine, and hadn't cut my
acquaintance when he put on n black coat
Worse it was for him. He thought wouldn't
dare to visit him in the pulpit. He--e! sat
on the top of his ear, ready for freak but
ne kept me afraid to move for while. At
last, just as he was in the midst of one of his
finest sentences in comes a good old deacon
who always walks in when service is half over
Straight ne marches to the stove, which had
never bit OF fire in it, and stretches out both
his hands to it, looking up at the minister with
his hps screwed apart. watched my moment
and just let down my spear on tho lips of the
parson. He couldn't resist me-he had been
my servant too long! Oh the torrent of Grim
son that poured into his temples He lost that
sentence, | assure you, and many good one
besides. But he shook me off pretty roughly
and / never have dared to NEEDLE with him
since" a.
I" If there is any way Of shaking you of, you
troublesome fellow" said l. interrupting him,
81 should be glad enough to know it. You
are wicked creature"
$50 you think you could do battle with me
he-he! Not quite SO strong as you think
yourself! Tsche--kle!o "
"Call a champion, then !" exclaimed very
different voice above my head
At the first word, the little dwarf in green
shrunk back, and, planting himself against the
centre Of the flower, lifted his spear to com.
nience battle
The figure that flew toward him was dressed
in the corselet Of n queen-bee, with helmet
Of hazel-nut shell, and the shard of beetle as
a shield. His fright good weapon was the
sting of an humblebee.
He poised himself above my tormenter, aim
ing his javelin ut his face, while he said to me-
in a tone Of animation
:" | am Common Sense and am always at
the call Of those who are beset by this william
Of Giggling Genius! What say you9 Shall
] challenge him for you?" .....
81 challenge yo,t meanwhle!" exclaimed
the dwarf in green, springing toward me with
his wheat-beard
"Oh, help!" called to the winged spear
man.
Common Sense gave one swoop alighted on
the distorted fellow, and pierced both his lips
with his sharp weapon. In moment, how
ever, he had writhed away from his grasp, and,
springing upon the back of green grasshop-
per- rode of, with fresh burst of " He-he-
he !"
Whenever you are tormented by this scoun-
drel" said my gallant little knight, turning to
me, "just call me to your assistance. am al
ways near you. Some of his victims treat me
SO i'll that finally leave them to be tortured
by him at his will. But | hope better things
of you! would not make you sober-faced
creature, without smile. But there is a
time to laugh; and when you laugh out of
time, out Of polteness, and out of propriety,
you may be sure that the Giggling Genius is
at your ear"
My book and paper here fell from my lap.
! started upon my feet The sinking sun was
just blinking at me over the corn-tops A bee
whizzed past my ear, and caught thought
caught glimpse of grasshopper dodging in
among the tall grass-blades. picked up my
pencil, and rubbed my eyes saying to myself
"Oh ! have been dreaming an hour"
If any of my young friends are troubled with
the visits of the Giggling Genius and !" cannot
help laughing in church, at school, or any
where else where there is nothing really to
laugh at, hope they will follow my advice, and
call the valiant little knight Common Sense,
to their aid He ia cheerful, trusty warrior,
and one who is always ready to draw his lance
in defence Of any true gentleman or lady, even
the very youngest Friend Of Youth.