Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1853-08-25
The CobbIer Of Me exiico.

: was seated ona piazza III IRON
Of my Office in Was Shington City, il
the year. A, discussing, 10 compan.
with my mercurial friend, Charlie
! Adams, the merits Of a dozen La
va hnas, when an open coach and four
col ptnining a tall, heavy built, swar
thy looking man, came whirlinE
past.
E'The gentleman in the coach is {
cobbler; one of the real descendants
of the cobbler of Bagdad,'' quietly
rel marked Adams, as. emitting a huge
volume of smoke, he blew il in curl
ing eddies high up into thb air.
That gentleman in TIL E ecach?-
70 u wish to make yourself witty.
sirI that's Jose PaJto GqNEgos, the
NI4xican Minister" replied I.
Even so, mine early frid dnd; still
/ he is cobbler, and i'll warrant me,
call mlke'as fine a pair Of shoes as
eel Yankee in the district. The
ira nslormation is marvellous, yet
tru ue, H)w short sighted is maui
Who can see a day, an hour, a mo-
me mt, il the future? Who can tell
VIII Elt his destiny isl What he will
cor ne to- People call me q hardened,
a conlirIned bachelor, as we'll as your
sci but who knows but that may
vet become a benediet-ahemI con-
gr4Ssm IN, senator, aye, or even
Pr esident of these States? Who
knb bws?''
Not /, indeed Bat the latter is
more feasible--nay, far more likely
thi n the former"
''And why SO, Pray
f'I'H tell you anon. But the co b.
blerl the cobbler!" !"
.'Ah! well = the Mexicans you
know are a wisby-wa$hy Kind of peo-
pie. They have no stability about
them. Ignorance, lndecIsl0H, ialll-
bility, weakness, are indeiibly stamp
ed upon their II reachq rous rcountenan-I
ces. To day they W orship 0 ne man,
tomorrow he is hurled to the earth,
and his direst enemy is installed in
lieu thereof--bpt you, sir, and all
the world know the Mexican charac-
ter as well as | do. But to the
point.
"In the year 1881, the people of
Mexico were wroth eFen to madness,
With old Santa Anlia, for some act
or other. The cityI of Mexico was
in ali uproar and all was confusion.--
Santa Anna, a month prior; was.
perfect God-but now, his name was
/ by-word was i reason. lie was
ragged BY the iniurlated mob from
MS palace the proud halls of the
,rontezum as were entered with i'm
unity, and the ruler carried through
he streets towards the dungeons of
he Castle Alecco, where they in
ended to incarcerate him. The
streets Of the city were alive with
people. Men and women filled every
street. window, balcony, and, house
op. 1t was a molly m lss of Mexl-
ans, Spaniards, Creoles and Indians,
b ali the varied costume Of carnival.
rhe proud President of millions Of
leople was rudely thrust into 3 cart
md dragged amid the jeers, the mis-
lies. and the curses Of the infurlated
,opuIace through the streets. They
It last reach the frownins walls of
he castle, within whose dungeons he
5 to be incarcerated- BY this time
he excitement of the mob is intense;
renting itself in one general roar,
ike an angry sea. Just as the vast !
ate swings open, and the celadores, /
r police, dash wildly about, endeav-
ring to force a way for the cart, a
ingie horsemln, seated upon pow {
rfal black horse, is seen dashns
eckIessly through the masses OF hu-
osn beincs around. II was a large, :
warthy man, of powerful mould {
nd welded huge bar OF iron ~ his $
I ;@bt hand, with viii ich he parted the
rowd right and left, and urged on
is powerful steed, cFyIng' Death 70 {
10 - tyrantp' with d loud voice that
ounded high above the shneks, the !
urses, the tramp and the roar Of the t
multitude. On he came, whllo the
mass parted on eth her side for fear ol
,eing trampledb by the horse or hurled
lown by the iron bar, as 1t Whlrreu
nd whizzed around the head Of the
lark, strange horscman. II
death to the tyrant. 10 the
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