The daily comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1850-1856, 1853-01-30
~ For The Daily Comet.
A Bachelors Reverie.
BY BILL EASEL, OF NEW ORLEANS.
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MaTtel nOt :.
In our voyage over the ocean Of
print. that flows through newspaper.
dom, we IRE occasionally capsized by
an ominous hooking breaker like the
following:
Another bachelor gone - Our
friend Gilbert departed from the. cold
and selfish world Of single blcssedness,
on Wednesday morning. He's gone
not TO Abraham's bosom - but
Sarah's. We wish him a joyful mat
rimonial immortality A better fellow
never leaned against standing COL
lar '"
Immediately we furl our sail and
'haul to-, for the purpose Of making
an observation. We fall to nusing on
the joys of our single state, with feel
ings Of commiseration for the fond
wretch who has shuffied It off forever.
We draw our bachelor chair near
the fire. elevate our pedal extremities
on comfortable angle with the man
tel, indulgipg the belief that we are
peculiarly happy. Still there is a va
cancy in our sanctum and heart, that
seems to demand the admittance of a
better half"
Nonsense :" we h,utter, half aloud,
and give three cheering puffs from our
cigar, as token of our unalloyed bliss.
Gilbert--we 60 on musing-will ere
long discover that n,atrimony is ac-
ccmpanied with crying evils and,
though all may be plain sailing for a
time, that his future voyage will be
alarmingly subjected to squalS.
We are by no means a believer in
the absurd dogma.
That man Meier is, but always to
he blest but hold religiously to the
tenet, that contented mind Is not Oh
ly perpetual feast" but the source
of all sublunary pleasure. Believing
this to be self-evident, We shall cnntin-
lie putting our smoke in the blinded
eyes of fate, regardless of the prizes
or blanks she may hold against us in
the great lottery of human happiness.
We rise, lock our door on all intru-
ders. and take quiet survey of our
lonely retreat. Now we feel at home;
here are our intellectual friends in
these we'll thumbed volumes we can
sit and converse with them into the
far watches of the night, receiving in
struction and amusement. They do
not force their opinions or advice on
us; there is no lodging the question
no prevarnation. What they once
say they forever adhere to. You can
examine the subject-mattcr by the
light of reason, and pronounce it good
or evil, without fear of contradiction.
Do you wish to visit the land Of
scng2 Here is a corpulent volume
that will move the harpstrings Of eve
ry passion--or yonder is dwarfiish
gentleman that will melt your heart to
the divine minstrelsy of love and wafs
you to the paradise Of angels.
Do you believe in witches and war
locks Tom O'Shanter will enter
tain you with
"Stogies horrible and awful,
That cen to name would he unlawful.
Here my faiends are Philosophers,
Historians, Sages and Poets; each
speaking to the mind and heart, in
Language irrasistable, entertaining, con-
vincing and captivating. These are
the Bachelors friends-his numerous
wife and children-his chiefly consola-
tion-his veal and woe.
And now, my good reader, how dare
you pirate Of the lonely and hopeless
state of the Bachelor Where will
you find one a victim of matrimony
who can say truttfully
lam monarch of all survey,
My right there is none TO dispute 2"
Answer me that, if you please, whilst
| light another cigar, and augment the
fuel on my declining fire.
The Fox who lost his spinal contin-
uation in steel trap, endeavored to
persuade his brother beasts, that the
ox+rom;t,, of he krf..occ 1roe Tho bo;rht