The weekly Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1852-1855, 1854-10-05


eye shut, lis hands in bis pockets, aud a
cigar should he be smokiBg) IN fIie .left
side OF his mouth--you may know Le'sa
Know Nothing,
Eh, yes.
Wen, then, you go toward him, and shut
your lef! eye, 50; you bite your thumb, Of
the left hand, il he bites
Bites?
Yes, ifhe Jiies; If he is really one Of 'em
he will say something in gr1mbliag lone
something like what do you mean?' or
do you mean that for me?' Then he bites.
you see; then you advance close, and say,
slowly mig 9eedia eullyr
Dutch, aintit says the Yankee.
Well, no, not exactly, it's our language
Then he'll say, what do you mean?' mind
he'll be very apt 10 say that, once or twice,
sure. You reply, 'ni6s,' don't forget
'nibs,-stag his ribs cullyl'
Ribs, eb, yes.
Nibs, cully, how's nibs? You then ap-
Proach close up. shut the right eye, grasp
his hand, and pnk your forcfnger along
side ofyour nose, SO. He'll then up and
tell you al aboutit!
lie will2 How many fellcrs in this town
have joined this society?
o, hundreds; nearly everybody you meet
are members; it's raising The greatest ex-
citcment imaginable!
Beats Millerites? was one of 'em.
Beats everything out, sir. Now here S
the oath; you swear by this emblem-(eIe
va'ing boot jack. ....
What, a boot jack7
Yes, it looks like jack, but It aint, It's
a blind, mystery; we swear by this. You
put your forefDger on your nose, shut one
eye, and swear never TO reveal these, our
secrets, SO help your Independence day
Now, tonight, there will be crowd neal
the depot about dark; when the crowd
moves, you follow; they will take you to
the secret chamber. where you will learn
more particulars. Eoac scoot.
Eh, yes; and Nutmeg left.
He had just got into the street. when q
reritable sign met his eyes. A Iong-Ieg-
ged, double -fsted fellow, with but one eye
in his head, stood gaping around, with
hands in his breeches; up goes Nutmeg,
shuts his eye, and pokes his thumb be-
tween his molars. The man with the clos
ed eye, looked daggers with the other, and
by the twitching Of his lips seemed to be
speaking, or doing something like it, in.
wardly. ~
Nix a weed in culIylsays Nutmeg, ad.
vancing. 9u tsE rf
What in yallcr thunder dye mean? say!
says the one-eyed man.
Nibs--stag his nibs, Gully, how's nibs?
continued Nutmeg, advancing, and plac-
ing his finger upon hislong sharp nose, and
grabbing at the stranger, who, mistrusting
the move meant no good, drew off, andpui
in such 'soult paw that Nutmeg doubled
upiand went down all in a heap-eobify
Coll darn you, aint you one of 'cm?--
Why didn't you say so? bawls Nutmeg,
trarelling into the hotel to find the Professor
of Know Notbingness, and settle his hash
But Professor Pete Morris had suddenly
left for parts unknownl Nutmeg has been
| looking for Pete, for some time.
THE SUMMER is PAsT.-Another Sum
mer has past, and hard and hot one il
has been. Fires, failures, disease and
death have brought losses and mourning
to hundreds of thousands: and the calam-
lity of the short crop makes the poor man
look anxiously to the coming Winter. In
our own city, men who ranked as million
aries when the Summer opened have seer
their riches suddenly take. wings and fly
away; and some, by dishonest efforts to Te-
tain or increase their reputed wealth, have
wrecked their honor and sunk to rise nc
more. -- .-,.. -. ~, q ass
Many of our citizens who began the sea-
son in the fulness of healthand beauty,
have perished with the early flowers; and
thousands who went abroad decked in the
gay color ofjoy and hope, are now robed
in the. sombre attire of grief ard mourn
ing Autum has come to many a heart
even in the spring time Of life. and the
earth has become to thousands of its pill
grims literally ''the valley Of the shadow
Of DEATH" They who have passed through
this trying season unscatched by sick
ness and misfortune whom the Death-An-
gel mas not even brushed with his wing
should make their lives hymn of thanks
giving to the Infinite God who has deal
with them so gently and 50 graciously.-
Instead of looking on the dark side of the
future, they should look tip in grateful con-
fidence to the Reaper whose sickle has lef
them to fourisha little longer in the field
Of time, while thousands as full of health
land promise asthey have been cut down
and withered in IN hour. .ANcts York MFR
rOr. asa o. e as-.ss-fs
I A HoRsE SroRY.-A writer in the Buf
falo Couriertells the following anecdote o.
}ahorse. The incident occurred in atowu
tadjoinihg that city: sf
A butcher, my ncighbor, recently wen
to pasture where the family horse was
usually turned when idle, to get cali
which he had purchased for slaughter.--
Finding difficulty in otherwise catching
him, he set large bulldog upon the calf,
which soon brought him to the ground, ut
tefing most piteous cries. Tho horse,
which till now had seemingly paid no at
tention, aroused by the cries of distress,