Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1856-01-02
ACT III.

Mr. n. Thank God the dessert was
Sallie, I'm still alive-I feel that am;
I'm still denizen of this little terrestrial
ant-hiIl, but oh heavens what a wreck of
my former self what a poor, insignif-
cant, and used up piece of humanity =
What an utterly wretched wretch am !
[, who forty eight hours ago was supremely
happy in the consciousness of being
mana whole man-who strutted the
streets larger, indeed, than life, now
writhing worm, struggling beneath the
tiny but cruel foot of a soulless lady Can
it be possible that you-the sweet southern
rosebud, whom few short weeks ago, I
hoped-oh fondly hoped to transplant
to, and nurture in my northern garden-is
it possible, mg Cod L@scaas- it be, that the,
! fair flower hoped would, one day lend a
beauty TO my little green bower, and fill
the air breathe, with its sweet perfume
is it possible that she is the cold-blooded
murderess that she has proved herself to
be! Must believe the awful truth? |
must! [ must! But foolish man, why
{ take on in this whining manner! [
foresaw all this told you, Sallie, that
my ultimate fate was to be impaled upon
the point of your cruel pen [ knew it !;
then why complain? I'll do so no more !;
but [ pray you, dear one, to save me from
further tortures- Though you gave me
timely warning, still [ could not believe
you all cannihal; [ could not believe
that you would devour me. No, Sallie,
though my brethren were wantonly sacri-
feed by you (poor souls y though your
/ heart was steeled against their cries, and
l your soul felt no pity at their helpless
} means, still, my sweet one, [ did not think
! that [ should share their fate-I could not
Y believe you would be so cruel to me But
: alas alas I'm goner and (this being
t the first time that | ever experienced such
awful defeat y please 'phansy my phe-
t links But, seriously, Sallie, (and now
I've got my Deacon-face on, and am 60
r ing to talk serious) why have you pitched
: into me so like thousand of brick, with
: out mercy or any apparent compunctions Of
? conscience? Do you intend to crush me
: entirel or what under the sun Is your
r intention?
: Miss S. always thought, from little
1 wee thing, that there was something really
n loveable in humility and giue tin-ness, es
t pecially when there wasn't single pillar
or post that we might set our affections
Y upon, and thereby be enabled to hole
d out faithful to the end;' and inasmuch as
: you've confessed yourself beat and lac
down your sword, right handsomely, t.
e shame those despicable red-coats, that act
n ted so contemplate part on Groton hill
$ III not run you through, with the sur
d rendered blade, but pat your humbled
n head with the hilt, and say kindly wei
it done, thou defeated son of Coke; 90 i,
peace !
| Mr.. n. cannot but be pleased, when
y contrast your letters with those of a South
| ern sister Of yours, and mark the difference
It One is full of fun and sharp shots; tn
e other, soft, moonlight q, STAR gazing, bow
? er-seeking, poetry-moping stuff, SO senti
mental and soft, that I never peruse on
y without bottle of>of-of water by nv side
t to be properly sprinkled when I faint
'e The beautiful dam )sel, says she woulc
5, like to live forever, with some congenia
e, soul, IN some Eden-bower, away from tn
haunts of men (near the Dismal Swamp
re and feed on love, romance, ambrosia, am
Iy corn cakes; and all this foolish stuff
u Oh 90 that's altogether too ETHEREAL an
: unsubstantial kind of living for me! Bu
IN I'm pleased with yoar letters, sweet Sallie
= there is just that rich spiciness, and Of
ID hand raciness that suits my complexion t
n a 7 and with all your sharp thrusts, an
it, home plunges, with your keen stilletto,
to love it we'll There is life, and amin
hs ton, a sparkling wit, vein of fun, whic
"a though it cuts to the quick, is nevertheless
ng sweet and pleasant.
gu Miss S. Thank you; I'm getting val
for human nature is weak cistern.'-
l I'm heartily ashamed of that girl; b
lat lieve me she is no relation of mine b
OF, you know, good and bad are marvellous
| mixed, all over this mundane sphere, Ma
lar and you needn't abuse the Old North Stat