The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1854-10-11

Ere she's meath the deep
Sure so bright flow ret
MidnighG watch should keep. ..-
The following communication appears in thu
Galveston Times We are willing to swallow
it, if our readers can: "a circumstance oc
CURED on Friday evening which, in these time
of general depression, may serve to raise
laugh An old Texan, a son of the Emeralt
Isle, happening to get rather the worse to-
liquor, conceived the somewhat novel idea 0
being buried, and for this purpose engaged
negro, who agreed, with the promise Of halt {
dollar, to dig his grave, remarkng that he hac
not spot of ground in Galveston, and whls
key being bad, he didn't care to live. Select
ing with care spot at the western wharf, he
laid down. and there, with spade in hand
taking his measure before his work, the grave
was dug about two feet deep, and Pat ensconsed
himself in his marrow home," which was duly
filed up, the grave heaped and piled around
in true funeral fashion, his head merely re-
manning above the ground.
An officer happening to hear the negro re-
late the transaction, was taken to the spot, and
found the dead man calmly reposng. "What
do you do there?" cried he. ''That's none of
AoA
this job, and I'm going to take it out, - replied
Pat. The officer, after some other parey, took
him by the head, and was about to pull him
out, but Pat yelled: Don't pull me out ofmy
grave;' and after some trouble, it was found
necessary to dig him up again. Once more
on terra frma, he rode little rusty, but final
~ walked on with the officer; but on the road
expressing his contrtion, and promising to
make tracks for his schooner, he was allow
ed to depart thinking, no doubt, that a com
Portable bed on board was preferable to the
somewhat damp one at the foot Of the western
wharf"
John Mackracon, formerly the talented and
popular editor of the Dayton Transcript died
in the hospital of that city on Sunday evening
September 15th-another victim to intemper
ance. He was young man of fine attain
ments, and though entirely destitute of any
means Of his own, was well cared for during
his last illness and respectfully inferred in the
Woodland cemetery. In referring to his death,
the editor of the Ohio State Journal says, truth
fully and forcibly, that there is moral in his
fate that comes home to hundreds and thou
sands of our youth, at the present moment, in
this State and nation. The future to them is
no more bright and glowing than was that of
Macracon. But he allowed himself to lounge
around the saloons and fashionable drinking
shops until he laid the foundation of his flu
ture ruin. Strong drink was his deadly foe
and he threw himself in its way. 1t seized
upon him, and, at last, it plunged him, though
young in years, into drunkard's grave. He
died, a poor, despised outcast. Young man!
pause in your career-refect. Is there no
better road to the last resting place of earth?
Do you, too, desire the same fate? Do you
covet drunkard's grave? Take warning in
season, while you have strength to obey a
noble impulse.
The following unique advertisement is from
an English paper, verbatim ct lteratim:
81 Jean de Marion, bein trow necessiti oblige
to teach la language Franchise to du peuple, I
be glad you send your child's a imo. Je de-
meure toder ind Second street.
"All my leisure hour make sausage avend |
"Oh!I forget to tell how:much ave for
teach de school: 4 crowns quarter for teach
de plus polite language of Urope."
We read that Napoleon was very awkward
dancer. On one occasion, he danced with a
very beautiful countess who could not conceal
her bushes at his ridiculous pastures. On
leading her to her seat he remarked: tsThe |
fact is. madam. that my forte lies not so much
in dancing, as in making others dance"
This reminds US of an anecdote of Daniel
Webster, who being present at a ball in the
city of Washington, during the period Of his
incumbency as secretary of state, was asked
I by an effeminate and foppish sort of chap,
who thought good deal of his own dancing,
H"Don't you dance, Mr.. Webster? I never,
see you dancing NO. said Mr. Webster,
as only he could say and do such things, 81
never had the capacity to learn how, SIR
EMr. Jones, have you got match?' Yes,
sir-a match for the devil-there she is mix
ing dough- Jones pointed to his wife, and
then put for the front yard. The last we saw
of him he was putting down the road, closely
pursued by red headed lady and a cistern
pole.
"Pete, who am lub?' asked sable youth
of his companion, perfect African Plato.
"And you don't know muffin bout him."
'tNo, uncle Pete
"Why, your edcation is drefful imperfect.
Don't you feel him in your buzzum to be
sure?"
The other inserted his hand in his waist
coat-"No, don't uncle Pete" ;
Ignorant niger! It am strong pashun
which rends de soul SO severely that even time
itself can't heal it." ....
''Den, uncle Pete. I know who am in lub." r
ttWho am it?'
"Ds ole boot of mine. Its sole am rent 50 s
severely dat Johnsing, the cobber utterly re- t
fuse to mend him, and he say that he so bad
dat de debbil himself couldn't heel him.
The unfortunate youth who was drowned S
few days ago, in flood of tender recollec- I
tons, was slowly recovering, but yesterday he Q
fell from the sublime to the ridiculous, and was b
fatally injured. fl
Aninyeterate bachelor, being asked by SEN g
timental young miss, why he did not secure a
some fond ones company, in his voyage on the
ocean Of life, replied, Il would, if were sure c
such an ocean would be pacific
A yankee boy had whole Dutch cheese
let before him by a waggish friend, who, how ;.
sver, gave him no knife. ssThis is a very fun /
ly cheese, uncle Joe," said he, s'but where
hall cut it," "Oh," said the grinning old
elbow, "cutit where you like" Every well,'' ;,
aid the Yankee, coolly putting it under his a,
lrm, "I'll cut it at home'' s
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