The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1857-1858, 1857-10-14

luepll2tlO0 o. IOUEk0s Oh July. ne 0O4E1
through the realms ofths poets fancy and
whsts his bsak on the highest peak of the
orators Imagination. He - in the mouth Of
every politician, % to speak He il said BY
them to ssand on the Rocky iMoantAinsand
to dip his bill into the Atlantic while his tail
casts . shadow On the Pacific coast This 10
all CANNON There never was one more
than eight feet long from thetip of one wing
to the tip Of 'tothsF. His angry scream Is
heard ever 70 far, and he don't care feath--
or for anybody. Take him every way he ID
IN immense fowl, and his march 10 over the
mounting wave, with the star-spangled ban
ner il his hand, whistling Yankee Doodle
[BostOn Daily Advertiser.
The Mistakes Of q Night--A Lover Ap-
pearing % Burglar---Romantic Sit
uation, and Dramatic Deuoument.
OF young gentlemanswell known in this
city, an incident of recent occurrence Is re-
lated not without it, amusing side. Among
other peculiarities, we may stare that his
antipathy to retiring. or, in plain Saxon, GO
ing to. bed amounts almost to passion He
frequently sits up all night and will never
seek his couch when he can WOO the drowsy
god in amy abnormal position whatever
As natural consequence Of this, he is, at
times, very somnolent, and inclined to slum-
Der under circumstances not the most appro-
pirate.
A few evenings since, our young friend
visited young lady, in whom he was par
ticularly interested, ON - street; but a.
her mother, o very worthy, but plain and
practical woman, continued in the drawing
room for two mortal hours and talked 20 the
youth Of meeting Of charitable sewing socie-
ties, and matronly plans for the relief Of the
poor, instead 0fthe fashionable world. and
the universe Of Poetry-ths drowsy 1T came
upon the materially -besieged yictim, and he
feil-into profound nap.
The good old lady proted on-for, like
Verges she would be talking and did not
perceive her supposed auditor had slipped q
way from her dullness to dream-lands de-
iicious distances; but finally she saw the
true state Of affairs, and concluded to with
draw for the night with her daughter, say
ing, in her kindly way: ''rhe poor boy is
fatigued--he has applied himself too closely
to his duties; let him sleep, it will refresh
him"
About the second hour Of the morning our
hero awoke, but with a singularly confused
recollection of time, place and circumstance.
Where was he, how came he there, aud
when were questions he could not solve. 80
He rose from the sofa and sat erect-alI was
darkness, not even glimmer Of light. He
CROPPED about for some time from one arti-
Gle of furniture to another, and finally con-
cluded he was in his home, where he fre-
quently threw himselfin the parIor, or hall
and resigned his spirit to Somnus' guardian
ship; he could not be elsewhere than in
his own house, which. by the by, in form
and household arrangements, closely resem-
bled that in which he was. So he proceed
ed boldly up stairs, concluding, by way Of
variety, that he would pass the remainder OF
the night in his bed. He passed through
two rooms in the dark The now felt perfect
~ confident he was in his own home until
he came as he supposed to his own cham
Der. Before disrobing, he thought he would
turn down the clothes from his couch, and
in doing so, touched what felt like the smooth
cheek and soft hair Of a woman Alarm
seized upon him ? Where was he? What
could he do-how escape? He had no time
for reflection. for, as he had permitted his
he nds in his agitation to rest upon the face
of the supposed fair sleeper, she awoke and
screamed in most piercing alto at Leaf TWEEN
ty times in as many seconds.
He tried to calm her, but only increased
her terror, and to add to the agreeableness
of his situation, the young lady elder sister,
her sleeping companion also awoke and per
formed some vocal gymnastics that would
have made her fortune as a prima donna q
Both leaped from their couch at the same
time, but from different sides, and so lost
each other in the darkness The Younger
however, ran to the elder, as she thought,
but really to our hero, for protection. She
threw her white arms about his neck and
pressed him conyulsively to her agitatel Boz
som gasping: 20, dear sister, we shall be
murdered What shall we do? Save me
rave me-burglars are in the house T.
Still more wildly she wound herself about
aim and he could not speak the while, for
and trepidation, and could not
lave been heard, if he had, amid the cease.
ess screams. But footsteps were soon heard
lpon the stains and the CLEAN Of lights was
een in the distance
From his fair friend he could not tear
was distracted with fright and
,eld to him with all her force strangely in
reased by her alarm
Quickly entered the father with blazing |
aper and heavy cane, and the brother with |
drawn revolver They paused before the |
TRANCE and not unilnp0sing tableau-one |
laughter pale as death in corner Of the |
DOM; the other with her. dishevelled hair
about her shoulder, and over her !
potless robe de mutt mot more white than
he trembling symetry beneath its folds;)
linging to slender but masculine and we'll
form and, every two half mo
lent, uttering shrek and cry for protec-
on. l.
The two new corners could not at all IN
erstand the position or characters Of the t.
leau and were waxing desperate, wien the
ero of the sofa contriyed to make himself
zen and heard. An explanation was made
once; reason began to dawn upon the
linds OF the sisters, and the younger, blush
lg rs an autumn morn, heard but few
ords, and fell like q snow-shower to the
Dor. She saw herself in the picture of the
W past moments 50 romantic but so strange
figure that sweet oblivion kindly came and
tut out fer the time the blushing beauty OF
Dr. own mistake. ii,
We now hear that the contre temps of that
ght has mutually revealed the history Of
70 hearts not understood before but 40
aster Walker SAYS; atrhe StOry's Told - i,