Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1857-01-09
THE FLYING C0BBLER.

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to Dublin; and it was universally con.
sidered, that he could turn out pair
of dancing pumps hetter than Misther
Donleyy, the great ladies shoemaker,
that keeps the cxtinsive emporayum
in Georges street, Cork. But that
was only natural and congaynial to
the boy for the divil young fellow
in the harony knew how to handle
them aiqual to himself upon the llure.
It's he that was the bouchal antirely
at a threbble hornpipe. Whoo! it
would do your heart good, to see him
thrushing it to the tune Of Some say
the devils dead" upon Paudeen Roe's
bagpipes. Sorra take the girl would
give trawnieen Ga blade Of grass to
go to fair or patthern, if she hadn't
"a pair OF Felix Toole's pumps on her
feet, and Felix himself, for her part
ner in jig. Hows'ever, though he
was an airy and coniliscated fellow in
regard of the girls, and dancing, and
fighting, and haying, and other way
nal transgrissions, to which youth has
a natural propinquity, | must say, in
justice to the boy, that he had mighty
fine taste for ginteel eddycation and
the humane sciences and, in order to
improve himself in those polite and
periphrastic accomplishments, he was
in the habit Of atiinding regularly at
my summary for young ladies and gin
tlemen, over peyant at the pike. Well,
one day, as We were promiscuously
looking into the mythology (Which,
your honor, is the Pandemonium for
all the haythen gods and goddesses)
what should we stumble upon but that
marvellous ould history of Dadalus,
who manufactured wings for himself,
and flew about like a wild duck, till
he tumbled into the say. An idea
struck Felix at that moment, that he
could make pair Of wings with al
most as little trouble as he could make
a pair of pumps. When he mentioned
to me the fugacious notion that had
entered his head, tried all that |
could to persuade him against it. |
argued the point with him syntheti-
cally, parenthetically, and by the rule
of infections. l showed him out of
Virgil and Pastorini. that his scheme
was conthrayry to the laws of math-
maytical transgres.ion and cubic sec
tions, Moreover" l added, by way Of
clincher, suppose you do succeed,
what is to become of your trade, if
people lave off walking, and take to
hying?"
"Naboklish y says he, I've thought
Of that-and if flying should injure
the shoe trade, l can take to wing
making, which, YOU must admit, is
far more elevated line OF business"
Well, sir, | saw there was no use
trying to convince him, so | said no
more and home he went, pondhering
and pausing at every step, and turn
ing over his purjection in his mind.
Its little he slept, either. that night
Or if he did chance to dhrop into an
accidental slumber, it was only to
dhrame Of flying with flock of wild
geese over to Norroway or Illyria, or
some other such outlandish islands.
From that time out, Felix became
an altered man. He neglected his
business, and never entered the doors
Of a clearinghouse but shutting him.
self up with his avis and bristles in a
back garnet, he set to work to manu-
featuring pair OF wings for himself,
on the plan Of the ancient ould Gre
clan.
Weeks and months passed away,
but still there was no signs of Felix
Toole's wings until at last, the neigh
bors began to shake their heads
whenever his name was mentioned,
and whisper went about that all
wasn't right with the poor mans wits.
Sometimes he was seen by the neigh
bors stealing out in the dark Of the
evening, and sitting on big stone in
the squire's rookery to watch the rocks
coming home and his only divarsion
was, in continually flying an ould
goose from the garret window, till at
last he broke the poor birds heart,
and it died the most disconsolate OBJ
ject you ever beheld. His money soon
began to run mighty short, for he spent
it all in glue, and silk, and whalebone,
and other combustibles not to spake
of the beautiful calfskin he cut up,
and the heaps Of lovely feathers that
the neighbors sent him as presents.
At long last, he surprised me by
walking one morning into my semin-
ary, looking SO wild and mesa-physi,
cal, that he seemed for all the world
like a ghost who walked out of his
grave to Sneeze.
Good morning to you, Mr.. Dan
nelly" says he Maybe you'd obleege
me by inditing q bit of notice for
me?"
In respection to what incident, Fe-
lix ?"
"In regard to my WINGS" he an
swered, Il wish to have a bit of q no.
tice stuck upon the chapel door, init
mating that | have completed my job,
and that intend to fly myself from