Spirit of the times. [volume] (Ironton, Ohio) 1853-1858, 1853-11-15

was passed in thi. county, anl at al
early age, hc became very expert ii
the rcs the scylhc anl sickle. Lille
did they think in his ncighborhooi-
unsuspecting souls!-as lhe beautiful
youth, fer he was beautiful, went through
tho harves,Gelds, cutting.
"Thc bearded grain at breath,
And the flowers that grew between"
that he would ever become the hoary
headed villain we now record him.
If, as you pass along Broadway, you
catch the glimpse Of an old, eray.bear.
dcJ, cmaciated man, ha,less bald as an
eagle, a scythe under one arm, winter
and summer, and always in hurry,
look at him we'll, for he is the fellow.
Did he Turk or loi,er about, he would be
regarded with more suspicion, and might
perhaps, ere this have been detected and
arrested; but he never pauscs. There
he is, threading the crowd AMI gliding
among the omnbussS,joslling no one,
recognizing no one, UT never u,tering
word. Jast looking in al saloons, the.
alers, churches and private dwellings,
you may see him, if you will only look
here there, every, where.
A queer character is he indecl, and
what a treasure he would be to a Lava.
ter! But his accomplishments are not
all enumerated; for aside from his skill
in the harvest. fell he is something of a
painter and glider. We have seen sill
vering Of his that can never larnsh: old
houses that he has touched with beau.
tiful gray,,ill they look like granite, and
manuscript of his coloring, warranted
no. to (ale.
But with all this, he is forever roling.
and an adroi, fellow he is,to be shure. A
kidnapper a resurectons a petty thief,
the'e is no end to his depru.lations A
lady up town had beautiful child, just
turned Of four. The mother wa, Ia.
king sieSta one day. AMI the rascal
stole the child, substituted in her steal,
a laughing belle Of sweet sixteen, whom
doubtless somebody else was signing for.
He went into beautiful garlcn the 9th.
cr night, and painIcl the glossy, green
leaves all manner Of brilliant colors;
some the deepest crimson, some yellow,
and some poverty.slrickcn gray. With.
out either pluckel every leaf, and scat.
tered its summer beauty over the ground.
Not long ago, he picked the lock of a
rel, hcart.shapeh caskel, removed It's real
diamonds, amt substituted therefor. trim
kets Of paItry paste, and nobody knew
- '..s:5Ii, anA nobody sucssas how.
lie darcs to desccrate the habitation.
Of the dead. Recently, as We are in
formed, he enterc' AlEMoRiA, generally
known as the Cemetery Of the Soul
anil carried away its cherished treas
ures of :he lowell and past. Not CON
tented with this, he elIaced, by some
process known only to himself, many o
the inscriptions traced upon the .ombs
by The fingers Of affection, and there they
were, blank and >pecchless marbles.
Why, only the other day, he stole til;
coloring from the cheek of Beauty, till il
grew pale as ashes, and so dexlcrously
was it done, that Beauty never dreamed
she was robbed at all.
a mariner returned yesterday from tn,
Islands Of the Sea. Years ago, he left
young and blushing bride, and he fount
what do you lhink?-a care .worr
weeping woman in her stead! And so
this fellow has gone on in his lawles
AMI unaccountable career. Again W
say, beware Of him. His real name j.
Tine -Nev. York Daily Tibuae.