The true Democrat., 1857-04-14
Don't Read This v

he following iuiIcrous article from the lo- cal column ot the Lynchburs Vlrginan, should not be read by those who wish to preserve all "imperturable gravity" ot countenauce:
 SLIDING DOWN THE HILL.-In the forma- ton of Lynchbur-, mother nature had an eve to the comforts of boys. She male number of hills, and one in particular, which for sliding purposes, beats the world This bill descends by grade something short Of the absolutely perpsudIcular, and when it is covered with snow, 1t Is good deal easier to go down this hill upon sled than it Is to fall in love, or run in debt; or if we are to believe the ftcths do- census theory of the ancients, to go to Guinea.
 The slider commences somewhere about the reservoir, going at first very slowly, like the evlldoer, when he begins to stray from the paths of virtue; the speed quickly becomes ac- celerated; little below Dr. Pains it grows very rapid; at the Episcopal Church it is terrific; and after that 1t Is like streak of greased fight ming through an apple orchard. In fact a Lynchburg boy, with moderate sled, can beat your ordinary tame lightning and give it two in the deal.
 Nothing can be finer than to look at this hill of an afternoon, when it Is crowded like an ant hill, with boys, ascending and descending, like the angels upon Jacobs ladder; and not only boys, but great big men, grave professional men, lots oi them, tearing down towards Black Wa ter Creek faster than parcel of bed bugs with a chdmbermald and kettle of boiling water behlnd them. The side walks are crowded with lookers-on, many of whom are young Ia- dies Everybody is excited. Here they come look out look out One sled darts by like an arrow-then another, and another-two more -three more-four-half a dozen-a dozen score--alI going like mad The rush is awful. IL almost equals he rush ot know nothings for a warehouse inspectorship. Goodness, how they fly! The ladies fairly dance with delight; the boys hurrah; everybody stretches d neck out to see the last of them as, enveloped in snow w-dust they shoot past Main street, down to flares factory, cieau out of sight.
 Now they came back, slowly dragging their sleis behind them. Once more they start; and here they come. d perfect shoa of them, faster than ever Hoo wee don't they go i, Beau tiful, beautiful, glorious, glorious
 Hello hello! whats that? Somebody is tossed high in the air as if from the horn of a mad bull; the sled is keel upwards, the rider on his back, kicking his heels at the sky as if he thought some of the planetary bodies were boot-i jacks. He is in the middle of the track, and every body runs into him, everybody is up- set and every body is kicking more heels in the air. It ridiculous spectacle, and resembles a strange sort of black wheel--all hubs and pokes--revolving six ways for Sunday.
 Then rises a roar of laughter that rends the very hcavens--glorious, full-lunged, open mouthed, loud and prolonged laughter-that does soul and body real good. Boys laugh, men tough, and the ladies (God bless their larynxes,) laugh such healthy human music that the walls of the houses take up the sweet vibration and give it back again ill hearty, ringing echoes, as if they were women too. No pretty paror gigsle, this: no smothered gas- light chuckle, no Brussels carpet cachination, but genuine broad-shouldered, deep-chested laugh that scars up from the depths of sound pulmonary abysses, like the full notes of an organ when the loud pedal is pressed and the biggest sort of negro is pumping himself to death at the bellows.
 To hear Lynchburg girl laugh at Lynch burg accident upon Lynchburg hill, is worth a trip from London or Grim Tartary. It is as natural, as jolly, as beautiful, and almost as good ay horsolaugh,