Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1856-06-13
The Fiddle

No who is not fiddler can be fully of
the virtues that reside in fiddle. To the majority
of mankind the thing is but a vibratory machine of
thin wood, furnished with frightened strings for the
production of musical sounds and the non-fddling
portion of the community apt to entertain de-
rogatory notion both of ddles and ddlers, though
there was something unaccordant with the dignity of
human nature in the production of melody by shak-
ing the elbows and twiddling the fingers. Not that
they by any means object to the result Produced or
refuse to listen 10 the harmonious combination of
sounds which horse hair and losin elicit or refrain
at all times from responding to the invitation of the
music by tripping through the Ct the delightful
dance, but they would not be TO operate them
selves; they could not submit to be themselves the
fddIers A small section of society-a dismal, do
lCrous and crab hearted community-go still further.
With them the terms '' to play the fiddle " and 10
"play the fool " are synonymous the notes of a
tiddIesring sound ireligiously in their ears, and
they look upon fddlers persons in highly equiv
ocal, not 10 say dangerous position.
Spiccd Vinegar.
| In the winter of AZ, while residing in New Or
leans, youth who stood about five feet eleven and
three, quarters in his stockings, who hailed from
somewhere up Wabash, was invited by friend to
| dine at the same house where was boarding. This
was the Hoosier's first trip away from home, as he
| told his friend who in the produce business,
and had purchased his cargo of corn AS they took
their seats at the table the youth told his friend that
he expected that he would show him all the sights of
|
know all about it.
The servant brought him plate of soup, and OBJ
serving gentleman opposite put considerable catsup
in his dish, our Hoosler pointed to bottle of pepper
sauce and asked what it was.
Spiced vinegar" was the reply.
oval, 'spose you 'blige fellow by handing it
along"
/ " CertaInv' was the answer.
The Hooser took the bottle and commenced dous-
ing it into his soup, but the sauce did not flow
very freely, be took out the cork, at the time
observing to his friend
"Kinder close folks yer stoppn with, to put such
plagy little hole in that cork to prevent fellow
takn' much of that stuff. l s'pose it comes high
don't it 2"
During the time he had poured nearly wine glass
full into his soup, and taking his spoon he dipped il
full, together with several peppers, and put it into
his mouth The next instant he spurted the contents
of his spoon across into French gentlemans DO,
som, and bawled-
Water water snakes and Wildcats give me
some water! Pm all afre :.
by gar !" exclaimed the Frcnchman in rage
Jumping up from the table, you've spoiled my shirt
my vest, sir. Spoilt everything, sair.'
In the meantime the Ho0ser had seized pitcher
containing water and had taken tremendous draught
Setting the pitcher down, he eyed the Frenchman fo1
a moment, and then yelled
8" bod blast your old shirt 'Spose I was goin' tc
burn my nsides out for you your old shirt? You
cuss Come down to the boat and I'll give you one
of NINE"
1t was with difficulty that the Hoosers friend
could alay the Frenchman's rage and set matters
straight again. But after, the "spced vinegar
was by-word, and sufficient to set the whole table
in