The weekly Columbian., 1857-05-16

! [From Porter's Spirit of the Times
Confession Of Dick Harris.
SHOWING SOMETIMES ENDS IN SMOKE
"TAKE cigar, Harry?'
"Nary!"
"Why?-don't you smoke?
"Not unless the steam is up higher
than now Occasionally. l aohsfa cigar
retto; but that's occasionally. I'll just
tell you, Bob about MY FIRST CIGAR
Are you ready7
"ONE!
"When we lived at Portersville, in the
Illinois, was Just in that peculiar moth
ingness, between boy and manhood, when
one first begins to feel their oats. Old
Squire Pumpkins, that lived on the hill,
near Squash Town, he'd daughter; that
as, there was female in the Squire's
family-that was his daughter"
"Yes, yes, l understand; propel."
"Well, he had daughter; and she,
o Bob! she was then in my eyes, the
looliest looly of the looles, she was. Her
hair was beautiful auburn, and hung in
ringlets fair complexion; and figure
such figure! We'll. it wouldn't do
TO multiply, or divide that figure; it was
so perfect! Bob, did you ever fall in
love (about that time) in your life!
Occasionally"
Then, you can imagine the fearful
state of existence | was in, when | con-
fess had rival
Two!
"a young lawyer, Tom Client dash
ing fellow, with whom she often went out
riding. l kept pace with Tom. however,
and went into the 'hor,e ererci,e' severe
ly, until l was sufficiently accomplished,
to ride with -4ramintd. Her name qoas
Aramiata; beautiful name, .ARAMINTA
PUMPKINS eh ?"
"Shghtually."
'1es; sounds So rural, don't it 7"
"Very."
pictures to your mind what that old
English fellow says about country life, in
his Legacy to q Chu -chyavd;' GRAY, l
think, his name was.'
"Graces, most likely"
"Where he says:
THE low ing swine the herded kline
Old cherry juice, and currant wire;
Full many blush is born 10 flower unseen,
And many turkele for the soup tureen.'
Beautiful sentiment that, eh, Bob ?"
"Yes; ex-specially the turklc; mock
Turtles, | imagine, born to blush unseen?"
"No; the genuine verdancy, real green
ones. But. to return TO Araminfu, the
far one of the golden locks. kept pace
with Tom Client in all he done. Trot-
ted Araminta out on the road and, in
the MILDLY ga1es of the dance, ice-cream-
ed her, lemonaded her, promenaded her,
and serenaded her. walked her out, trot-
ted her out; and' (solemnlyJ SAND l
spent my money free a-thinking Arry
was the gal for me. | may say | made
a ID. F.* Of myself, generally. The
race between Client and myself was neck
and neck;' you might have covered us
with one blanket. Occasionally, when l
broke up a little, Tom led off; but
would soon close again. We were a
mighty pretty team for Cupid to drive
tandem, with Tom on the lead. Well, it
was in this great four mile race, on the
Course Of True Lore, which never did
run smoothly, that l entered with Tom
Client, for the Pumpkins purse and B.
Mi Excuse me for talking little
ho(a)rse in this matter. can't help it.
[ never knew a man fond of horses, that
<,f
but it's so'
"That's sol"
"And they make good husbands, eh,
Bob? tSure. footed in this hand, ,gallop
through life. Occasionally little sulky,
but when they do marry, it's for 'aeheel or
ach0a' And never tire, such telloes, eh,
Robert7 Who spoke TO return to
Araminta and Tom Client. kept pace
with Tom, until one day l noticed him on
a very frolicksome horse, making grand
splurge through town. Tom, that day,
was the great obserred. Araminta was
at Bro,cn, Crash and Dimity's, laying IN
an assortment of under and over super
fluities. She saw Tom on his "prancing
charger" as it sidled, and wriggled, and
danced slowly down the street, and pass
ed 'B. C. & DIS He aOas smoking a
cigar
"THREE!'
"Well, what OF thatl Haven't come
to that part yet, as the Reu. Ben Augu,
said in his prayer; shall begin to think
by-and-by you are as great bore as
Brother Augur."
"He had cigar. Araminta smiled
and bowed. Tom waved his hand, and
made very low bow. Directly, pass
ed, and ! was the great unmoticed. The
agony of that moment; the hasty 'eso
lutions formed Of dire revenge, as ouI
ancient novelists say, is. to use modern