The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1853-02-10
DESPERATION.

things. in consequence of his fruitless GAL
If he should happen to put his threats into ex-
scution, the Lord have mercy upon us +! His
FIRST threat is,
I'll grasp the loud thunder,
With the lightning Pll play,
I'll rend earth assunder,
And kick 1t away.
That, attempting considerable for one man
however if he has mind to take the response
pilty, and pay damages, let him smash away
We are not afeard. He next says:
The rainbow I'll straddle,
And ride to the moon,
Or in the ocean I'll paddle,
In the bowl Of a spoon
That won't hurt anybody. Go ahead, old
.hap-we ike to encourage laudible spirit Of
adventure
I'll set FIRE TO the fountain,
And swallow up the rill
III eat up the mountain,
And be hungry still.
Goodness gracious is there no way to ap
pease his wrath and stay his stomach Must
we suffer all this because he and his girl havn't
ANYTHING to say to each other at present No
never Down with him down with him
We say.
The rain shall fall upwards,
The smoke tumble down
I'll dye the grass purple,
And paint the sky brown,
Hear that pretty world this would be truly
with the rain falling up, the smoke tumbling
down, the grass dyed purple, and the sky paint,
ed brown We might as well live in an old
boot, with dirty sole for the earth beneath,
Al.
The sun I'll put out,
With the whirwinds play:
Turn day into night,
And sleep it away.
There is no doubt if he cuts that caper, the
will feel as much pat out about IT as we shall
We leave it to the whirlwinds to say whether
they are to be trifled with not and as for
Lis turning day into night, and sleeping it away
We would just as lief he would as motif he
can do it.
I'll fog the young earthquake,
The earth will physic,
Volcanoes I'll strange,
Or choke with the phthisic.
Oh, ho he dares not clinch with an old he
earthquake, and so threatens to fog ''young
un," of the ncuter gender Coward why
don't you take one of your size
The moon l will smother,
With nightmare and wo;
For sport, at each other
The stars / viii throw.
Serves 'em right-they have no business to
be out when they ought to be abed
The rocks shall be preachers
The trees do the singing
The clouds shall be teachers,
And the comets go spreelng
That's well enough, except getting the comets
spree. We don't like that pretty we'll
I'll tie up the winds,
In bundle together,
And tickle their ribs
With an ostrich feather.
think it lay in the gizzard of mortal man to do
half much.
Really, we think such desperate and danger
ons individual ort to be caught, cast into q spi-
der's web and safely guarded by one flea, two
mosquitoes, and vigilant wood louise. There
Is no knowing what chap may do
E5EThe Washington Union, aluding to the
late news from Mexico, says 1.-THE edifce is
crumbling to the earth in hopeless ruin. How
long can this country remain an idle and indif-
erent spectator of neigh boring people consul
med by all the calamities of anarchy? Howlong
viii it be before tho interposition OF the United
states viii be invoked to rescue Mexican socie-
ty and civilization from total anarchy and bar
oarism? How long Wilt be before other powers
will assert rights in respect to Mexico? These
questions are worthy of the anxious considera-
aon of the statesmen of this country. The u
nted States cannot be Indifferent TO the condi-
Ssn Of Mexico"