Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1854-10-06
From the Cincinnati Commercial.
Gentle BIue-Eyed Haidee.

In all the prairie wild
! Straight as an arrow, tall and slender,
All 1.-THE and graceful her form,
Meek a chid's, her spirit tender,
Her soul with rich affections warm;
Bright, angels wing her beauty,
Fair, the round full moon her face;
To her pleasure seemed each duty,
| Gentle, graceful Haidee!
Fair Natures child;
No flower you'll meet that's half sweet
In all the prairie Wild
Thus, through the summer brightly blooming
Glad'nng the sunshine and the air.
How could dream of frosts entombing
Her, my wild wood blossom fair
| But when the flowers she d loved and cherished,
Touched by chill autumn dropped and died,
With their last fading bloom she perished,
And there laid her by their side.
Loved and parted Hadee,
Dear Natures child;
Youth never meet with flower more sweet
In all prairie wild
From Dreams and Reveries of a Quiet Man.
TOOthache.
| 1t had been raining all day. The eve could no
longer read the poetry of the blue heavens. most
monotonous vaper obscured the beauty of nature,
and the air filled with watery particles. which
did not seem TO come from any place in particular
but went in all SORTS of oblque directions into peo
ple's doors and under their umbrellas. Men strided
along in the dim distance indistinciIy with huge
shapeless over shoes and melancholy countenances
and chimneys and seepes oomed up through the
fog with something of the dignity of 'msty noun
tain tops" There is nothing extraordinary III the
fact, that after having paraded for time through
the streets, was rather wet. From smart shower
| when the big drops come hashng and scattering
down in Straight lines there is a refuge and when
the umbrella becomes saturated, and discharges it's
little rivers from the ends of the whalebone, you
content TO step for few moments under she'd or
on door SILL till it is over but from such drizzling
weather there is refuge; it defeats all calcuIa-
lion; the whole city is soaked; the banisters are
damp and one may often write his name with his
finger upon the entry wall.
Hour afterhou dragged heavily on. The sun, it
was presumed, had descended. and nOr dtra inCubut
mare went home through the mud splashing on
BY the obscure lamp light, completely undone in
regard to Dress that had scarcely the ambition to
turn aside for a mud puddle but ,rudged on alike
through wet and dry with kind of miniature des-
pair. Well, reached the house, flung aside my
dripping cloak, shook the drops from my fororn hat
! and laid my unfortunate looking gloves upon the
table, hoping to lose the uncomfortable feeling Of the
day in the cheerful warmth of Il blazing fire; but
mortals are seldom blessed with freedom from
Trouble; vanshes others come on like
of the and we are not often AT rest dull
pain which had for time suffered n, my face,
excited some suspicious of a visit from bitter enemy
of mine until increasing gradually, it assumed a
character distinct than agreeable, and was
compelled reluctantly to acknowledge that had the
toothache. | will nol linger remind the reader
what an insufferable torment this Is how it goes on
aching, aching, aching, hour after hour how no
body sympathize> with you, but some poor wretch
who has recently been himself eXcruciated sim
liar waywlth the long train of sable recollectonS
which throng upon the mind with the gloom of a
funeral, AT the mention of that unhappy and inexo-
| rable disease but hasten to the conclusion of nv
history. The imperturhablr gravity which ov. r
shadOwed my Usage excited some attention. Yield
Ing with apparent patience, because knew it could
not be avoided, drew forth from my pocket one of
your long ed silk handkerchief>, and bound around
my face.
The matter said nno
On, nothing, little toothache. 1t will go off
presently.
Whats the matter :" asked another
1.-The toothache," said |.
'Ah how do you do 2" said Il third. What's
the matter with your face -
"'The toothache-t oothache- the toothache" !"
sal |. pacing backward and forward across the
room
Hold some brandy in your MOUTH said one.
Put your face in cold water. said another
Cover your head up warm, said third
''llave you tried opium Have you taken lauIa
num-" said one
''Smoke cigar" SAID another
allowed myself to be persuaded INTO several re
medes They put my feet into boiling hot water
enveloped my head in flannel. and sent me to bed in
some measure relieved. The tooth, however, con
tinued 10 ache, ache, ache, as if some fend
beating and beating upon the nerve with his invisible
and tOrmentng hammer. Sometimes would sink
into trouble, sleep lost my hold upon my wa
|
among SCIENCES of strange buresque confusion Ia
miliar faces appeared laughing and talking, and per-
chance would catch the glance of d bright eve, or
the tone of a sweet voice, which had known before
and remembered for these will occasionally recur
to the memory, waking sleeping, when a sudden
start would put them all to instantaneous flight and
there | was the moonlight streaming in upon the
floor and the hend still beating, and beang with
unrelenng perseverance heard the distant clock
through the silence OF the sht, striking two, three,
'deathS beautiful brother to my eyeids, ! lay
watching with feversh anxiety, the first sreaks Of
grey light that broke in the east.
had almost resolved to have it out :" hut those
gothic appeals to cold iron anything but agrer
able. have an instructive horror OF dentist =
There is 10 me something mon>trous in his deliberate
self possession. He walks coOily to his case,
chooses you out with so much tranquility his proper
instrument, wraps his buckskin around it with such
atrocious Ntng trOidregards your rccoIlIng misery
with such paIpabIe uncoDcern-says he won't hurt
YOU and as his vile steel rattles against your teeth,
talks about the weathei-and-oh! II hate the very
name of IL dentist.
When | arose in the morning the thoughts
of him frightened away the pain and still buried in
handkercheif<, sailed forth with IL resolution to
hold oct the fortress at all events ano.her day Il
was fine sunshiny morning; all the world were
merrily in motion but my unlucky banIages con-
tnued be the Object of note and the topic of
versation. wherever | went.
How 60 you do = asked my Iriend Tom ''What
the deuce is the matter Have you the mumpse''
Good morning. replied |, speaking thick through
the handkereleis scarcely to be ntelIigble. 81
have the toothache-had it all night-havnt slept
wink" d white Gh which everybody tells when he
has been disturbed during part of the night it does
The hearer no harm, and there is no fear of dscov.
ery;) ''havnt slept wnk-cheek all swollen head
ache-ieel like the Deuce
Have you tried hot brick and vinegar .''
No." returned !, still struggling for utterance
against the obstructions which bound my mouth