Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1854-07-05
Cabin Reveries and jokes on the Fore
castle.

blest again with plenty. Ine creahi"S
vain" is beating down a dusty road from
the stubble to the barns, bearing its load OF
golden sheaves for the garner. A little boy,
with nothing else to do, minds the gar"
that the stock may not enter the field IN
which the shocks are yet standing, or where
the yellow grain yet rolls like golden pillows
in the winds to the kiss of the sunbeams.-
Poor boy! he has a lonesome time "mind
ing the gap" but he whites away the long
hours by sitting in the shade of the locust
tree and weaving grass-hopper traps from the
pile of green rushes the men brought him
from the swamp. IT'S hay harvest too. The
clear ringo of the mowers whetting their bright
blades comes to US across the field, and the
green "swaths" lie in straight lines over the
shorn meadow. The sun creeps up and his
beams come holly down upon the merry
mowers. They stop and find Gods blessed
gift-bright, sparkling water-hidden in the
long grass under the great elm tree, and in
the cool shade they wipe their bronzed and
streaming brows. The sweet fragrance OF
the new hay comes gratefully on the breeze.
OA! Oh Ou AdcLilOAOCo l1ip Oh AN
grant heaps when the sun has gone down
behind the trees, and the hands out of sight
in the hollow or away at the other end Of the
meadow.
SHAyEN 'TENsILs.-"Mrs Smithers, where's
(hic) my shaver '%tensils, say"
"Your shaving utensils, Mr.. Smithers !
What on earth do you want with them at
this late hour of the night? Do you want
to cut your throat? Come to bed, you drum
ken brute"
"Youl lie, Mrs. Smithers, if you say that
: am them (hic) shaven 'tensils, or that them
: shaven 'tensils is (hic)drunk but want to
know now what's come of them u seven (hic)
tensils what / bought next Saturday (hic) of
e that blue eyed bonnet that had on the white
silk young 'oman and seven 'tensils. Say,
old oman, where did you put them sevten
~ 'ensils ? If you don't tell me, (hic) Il take
Q, a door and burst the club no, my love !"
sh After this terrible threat, Smithers went
ry into a hard argument with the key hole of
&c the door about the blue eyed Constitution
al and the young silk white oman.
Low should always be made at sunset
When old Sol gets out of sight, the affections
| a of your dimity institution are ditto. There
IN is as close a connection between the golden
fingers of the suns night cap and a girls ribs
OF and heart, as between the canine population
al and the sausage trade. Love, sunset, mus
~ lin and satinet all run into one interest as
bo naturally as hungry kittens and milk pans.
} to SEAsoNABLE.-What a pleasure it is, wher
self one is lying in the cool hour of midnight gaz
ueh ing up at the silvery moon, counting one b.
OF one the starry jewels that glitter in the ultra
marine beauty of the sky, and the heart en-
- tranced away from all earthly sorrows wit
ELI the witching memory Of one's sweetheart $
,ers, far away, is it to feel a bed bug as big as th
de- monstrous sea turtle roofing into your bac
100 the same time, to hear about forty four
uo, the ancient regime g~allinippers, singing
~ - round your bed the martial chorus SEQ
tbo va ha' wi Wallace bled !"
SERJEANT TALFoRD gives us a beautif
pro- thought in the following moroccan. It
tenn from his Ion :"
1t is a little thing
'e[eu To give q cup of water, vet its draught
turn OF cool refreshment drained by feverish lips,
0 the May send a shock of pleasure to the soul
More exquisite than when nectarious juice
ny" Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
nbOr- Ills a little thing to speak some common VIC
IS of VI comfort, when hath almost lost its use,
Yet on the ear of him who thought to die
s Unmourned, twill fall the choicest music.
the
ooni WOMAN is oft times called an Angel.
bly, a 1hougn she ghdes through the mystic dan
eel like an ETHEREAL creature arrayed in ribbo
NOR trimmedfrom therainbow and begemmedw
socie- stars, yet she is not an angel-far from
ed to Young man, behold the object of thy vel
CON ration on the morrow after the dance.
the true sun-fash Of reality, thou seest /
boa emptying the wash tub in the gutter, vi
emv,s her dress aslant-her checks pale and lead
E agi- for want Of yester's panther ringlets, tn
athies worshiped, mussed and washed, except wi
as to is laid away in the handbook; and her VIII
to the contour, thou said vast more graceful th
led to the wild Antelope, wearing the genuine
pearance ofsome fallen angelrammed throu
uue' a brush fence with a forty horse engine, il
NJ this applecursed world of woe and dandie
nitely GOLD is far superior to opium as a sopc
iment fc in many cases. Thousands Of acts tt
and would drive conscience to a bloody suici
ID one is SO quieted by a dose of eagles, as to g
ore OF the mind a long repose even I'll death.
49, HARD WoRDs.-An old Aunty, who l
ourro a singular faculty for skipping hard worc
,annar which she learned at school, came to the 2
bv the sage which reads" And the Lord sm
during Abijah the Hittite, that he died"-wh
ito the she rendered in this wise" And the L
$ was smote Abjah-H tie tt tie, that he did %
I - RoGUERY is an art that ought to be '
II o0o paid it gives a fellow SO much trouble
State Unless you have more patience than Job,
BILE the advice is, therefore, that you never set
n their for a professional rascal.
by the OLD Miss WILKENs thinks if the vic
lg the Fantadling isn't married it's high time
ought to be for every time she sees on
- those brutes called mankind, she goes soul
ing right about like a kitten round a pa
hot milk. Now, such ungenteel action!
these, old Miss Wilkens can't abare."
A DEBATING SOCIETY recently decided
- +bo+ i" the milk of human kindness" was notl
8 in a but milk punch and a little nutmeg in it.
State, A LITERARY SIGN.-The following j