Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1855-03-21
cLEARFIELD. WEDNESDAY, MARCH 81, 1855.

| to CLEAN intelligence; and the twinkle of his
/ little oppossum eyes, indicated that he had
| learned something of more than ordinary i'm
port. Phil heded it not, but ever looked up to
him, and down on his occupation, with utter,
though concealed contempt ! Phil poured
Eover the ledger, and checked of entries on
the ponderous journal, with something like
! an indignant frown on his brow. Otter
: walked softly up behind him, and stood look
/ ing over his shoulder.
| s.Oh, that such a fate should be mine 20
| sighed Phil.
ssWhat's that 20 demanded Otter.
| elem !-heml / have cough-and was
thinking might be doomed to the consump-
tom Phil replied, trembling, for on turn
/ ing, he perceived displeased expression on
the swarthy features Of Otter.
s.Yon do look rather pale" said Otter
ssTrue, sir; see how nervous 1 am-see
how my pen shakes.''
81 see-and keeping my books might soon
Kill YOU
! .sOh, no. was ever SOL have been with
| you week tomorrow, and assure you feel
none the worse for it ~
.sBut I have observed change in your
| complexion, ard thought to speak to you this
| very day on the subject No doubt you can
do much better than keeping my books. 1
| think know friend who will give you an
! easier ef1ploymert-''
s.Do you? should be glad-when will he
| want me?'' - - ti -
| s:He is not positively certain about it-he
will know in few weeks
| ellis name ?''
ssHe does not wish his name mentioned I'M
| til he concludes to take YOU
| ssOh, it's all an uncertainty, then! Never
mind it, Mr.. Otter, I'll make up my mind to
be content where am. Though l am pale,
and have slight cough, there is no pain in
my breast, but one
ssWhat ones that '''
| sEI'll tell you in confdence-but l don't
wish the boys about the store to know it, It's
this have consciousness within, that 1
was designed for better things
seDesigncd for better things!', itcrated Mr..
| Otter, in tones of thunder. 81 was told this
very morning by Mr.. Sligg, over the way, that
you are in the habit of writing poetry! Now,
sir-look at that ledger; Do you think I;ll
|
don't write business hand it might do for
sonnets-a lady's album Get out, sr-go."
And poor Phil found himself standing on
the pavement-and thus, .seliloquized he: SIS
| literature encouraged in America. Though
Otter can't dictate Ineligible sentence
himself, yet he is rich, and thus spurns poet!
Farewell to your coon peltry, and muskrat
| odor. shall not contaminate myself in any
of your counting roomsl No-I will leave
the city will sojourn in the country villa
ges, as Goldsmith did. Ha, ha, hal have
it-yes, I'll instantly pawn my watch, pay
my board, and set out, without receiving a
cent from Otter for my weeks labor" And
the iighty fellow kept his word
Phil next found himself tramping along the
margin of bright bay-the green leaves Of
the forest trees quiyering in the fresh breeze,
and the happy birds pealins out their inspir-
ing notes from every bough- Phil resolved to
become country schoolmaster: his education
was good, and he bore with him few letters of
introductien to the most influential farmers
He chuckle1 with the thoughts of rural life,
and determined to write poetry every Saturday
sim glad TO see you, young man." said
Colonel -, after glancing over his letter,
esbut my friend states that you have decided
taste for literature-" t t..i..
eyes; sand every one to his taste,' as the
saying goes,'' responded Phil. $780,.
ssBut," continued the Colonel, shaking his
head, .swriting is poor business-an poets
F .sWhat of that, my dear sir? Wealth is not
heaven, nor poverty hell. You are the lord of
these broad lands, and that swarm of negroes
singing in the barn yard, and in these consist
your happiness; now, / am OF different caste
and enjoy more exquistespleasure, in the con-
temptation of the beautiful wild flower in yon
outrageous dell, through which l just passed,
than all your wealth could fs
ssStop, sir!;' interrupted the Colonel, ssyou
are an impertinent fool Go, then. into the
dell, and enjoy your pretty blossom! We
want no crack Drained scribbiers in our neigh
borhood Phil slept in the barn that night,
his only companion a brindle cur, which wag
ged his tail, and laid down beside him. .ass
| Now for the ladies'. A lady will scream the
loudest when house is On fire: but she will
rush the farthest into the flames to save dar-
ling child A ladyIgoesnot to battle herself,
but she sends many gallant hero there: if
| she braves not the carnage of the field, yether
delicate fingers fashion the sillsen banner, and
| her smiles inspire the soldier to defend it. Be
the cause what it will, if the ladies espouse it,
triumph is its destiny. As the oxen on the
tread wheel is to the miller, so is man obedi-
ent to the sex. A secret spring is but touch
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