The daily republic. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1853-1853, 1853-07-16
ssDon't speak to Her!''

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sDons's Speak to Hertz There was bitter
smeer upon the face of the little girl as she and
her companion turned away from the poorer
dressed school companion.
No, little Miss, don't speak to the poor girl.
Your father swindled poor people and made large
property out of their hard earnings. He was
ow-bred vagabond when a young man, but is now
one of the supper ten. /" At heart he is as low
and base as ever he was But he deals in stocks
and robs by shaving bonds and mortgages. He is
a moneyed man. He is rich. He is your father,
MISS and would not like it were you to be placed
on level with honorable people. Don't speak to
her. ths H.
The girl is plainly clad and has no tippet around
her neck or costly playthings. She has a hum
BILE home, and poor mother Her father was
ruined by one who now rolls in wealth, and died
stricken man. His fine house-the early home
of the poor girl--was sold at sacrifice, and pur-
chased by the man who ruined him. Her mother,
the once beautiful and accomplished belle and
noble woman, takes in washing. What vulgar
woman! How low it is to wash for living!
Who would associate or have any thing to do
with them? m sls.
Her shoes, too, are common calk-skin, while
yours are beautiful CATERS. Why can't the vul-
gar thing dress as well as you do, and why can,
her sad-hearted mother have fine horse and ride
to church in a carriage? What business have folks
to be poor? How exceedingly vulgar it is to work
for living! -e8 5
Don't speak to her. Her sweet face is pale and
sad, and her dress is coarse and plainly made.
just look at her pantaletts even-nothing but
common needlework! Not as fine yours by
good deal. a 4 ~ si., 5 IA Jgl tegs-,s,e-H Il
4 Don't speak to her. She amt fit for your com
pany-she don't dress we'll enough No matter
if she does hear the cutting words. Poor children
have no feeling. It's your privilege to say what
you are pleased to about such folks. There is
tear in her mild blue eye, and quick flush on
her pale cheek, and as she passes the group with
l. L.
tightly around her face, and steals away with
many bitter Sob Her young heart is learning
its first sorrow. She will know that heart or con-
duct have no claim upon the respect of the fash
ionable world.
Her mother washed for bread, and she is poor
girl. There are many sobs and clouds for her in
the future-many cutting word and singing
sheer. Her woman's heart will need all its bra
very. She may triumph in the stern and trying
struggle, or she may give way and 60 down to
worse than grave. Her soul was full of the
pure and the noble in all that is womanly, but
they crushed her with an iron heel and she was
lost. ,sas3 la@A a44 NGi 1s @as
Don't speak to the poor girl--they have no BUSH
ness to be poor-it is SO vulgar !-Cayuga Chief
THE SUBLIME AND RIpIcuLous.--"Now (said
Mr.. Abernethy, in lecture upon the muscles Of
the scalp) will tell you perfectly ridiculous
story about this, with II view to impress this part
of tho subject on your minds. 1t happened in tho
early part of my time to become quite tho fashion
to put half pound of grease, and another half
pound Of flour, on n man s head-what they called
hair-dressing; it the fashion, too, to bind this
round with piece of tape or riband, and make
tail of and it was the mode to wear those tails
I very thick and rather short. Now, gentleman
who possessed great power in the motion Of his
irons occipitalis used to 60 to the boxes of the
theatre when Mrs. Siddons first appeared; and |
don 7 believe there ever will be such an actress
again as she was, nor do l believe there ever
her equal before. However, when the people
were affected beyond all description, and when
they were all drowned in tears Mt her perform
ance, this chap wagged his tail enormously, and
all the people burst out into of laughter In
vain did they cry "Turn him out" In vain did
they cry s'Throw him over" When he had pro-
duced this effect upon the audience, then he Kept
his tail quiet but again no sooner was thelr al
tcntion engaged than wag went ms tan, ana AGAIN
were the bursts of laughter re-echoed. I"
There is in the town of Shawangunk, Ulster
county, N. Y, on the premises of John Bruyn,
esq. a cherry tree Of such size, beauty, and pro-
ductiveness cannot perhaps be oxcelled in our
country. This tree measures thirteen feet in cir
conference around the trunk Immediately under
the limbs, and fifty feet across the extreme point
of one limb to that Of another Immediately oppo-
site. 1t cannot be less than forty-fve feet in
height It is in full bearing, and is estimated to
produce a wagon-load Of fruit in one season.