The Feliciana Democrat. (Clinton, La.) 1855-186?, 1859-02-05

on the pcrtumed little Adonis, spoke to him,
and being occupied, gave him no more nttcn
ton. Moore Chen twcntytour) had crossed
the Atlantic in the same vessel with Mr.. and
Mrs Merry in October, 1903, and had hardly
set foot in the United States before he began
to write home his own and Mrs Merry's intense
disgust ut everything in the United States
He repaired TO Bermuda, where he spent the
winter; made his appearance in Washington in
June, 1904 met with the undiStinguishcd rcccp
ton mcntoncd was llattcrcd by Mrs. Mcrrys
sympathizers, and fell TO lompooning the Prcsi-
dent and everything American except few
attentive Federal gentlemen and ladies.
When his Scurrilous attacks on the PrcSidcn,
wcr, published, they soon fell into the hands
of Hon William A. Burwcll member of Con
grcss from Virginia, the Presidents former pri.
vatc secretary, and the intimate and devoted
friend of himself and his family Burwcll car.
ricd the matter to Mrs. Randolph, aud even
the gentle Martha was reused ut these insults
coming from man who had been introduced
into society and patronizcd by the British Min.
stcr They talked themselves into II towering
Indignation, and then agreed that it was prop.
err to place the subject before the President.
This took place Mt Monticello, and the latter
was sitting reading in his library, scrcncly nm
conscious of calamity. Burwcll pointed out
the obnoxious passage. The victim glanced
through them looked at one angry intcrlocutor
and then the other II was amusing to see
Burwcll 50 cXaSpiratcd; but the calm gentle
Martha's passion gust was irresistible. Mr. JEFF
fcrson broke into Il hearty clear laugh. There
was more than argnment--therc was conviction
in that laugh The indignant pair retrcatcd
looking liCllc crcst.fnllcn, but as soon Us the
library door closed, joined heartily in the mcr
rimcnt.
Finally (about 1914 We should say) Moorc's
Irish melodies appeared in the United States
Our informant in all these particulars, with
some curiosity, put the book into her grnudin
Tiers hands why" said he, "thls is the
little man who satirzed me So?" He read along
He had always sympathized kcenIy with the
Irish patriots The delighted rhymth fell like
music Oh Il susceptible ear. lie presently eX
claimed: "Why, he is "a poet after all!' Hence
forth the Bard of Erin shared with Burns the
honor of being familarly read by the retired
statesman, vixen Byron, Wordsworth, Southcy
Cocridgc, Campbell etc, never could Cor at
least never did break through the barriers of
his early habits and tastes.
Some Of Moorrs songs, like those commen.
cling "Oh, breathe not his name" "Whcn he
who adorcs thee" and con, blame not the
bard, were special favortcs; and the last page
which Mr.. Jcilrrson's dying hand traced, his
farewell to his daughter contained quotation
Of several lines from the one commencing at
is not tile tear III this moment she'd"
A PERFECT SHOWER on Acgs-I see a
mighty funny poker game once on the MasSaSip.
goin' up from New Orleans
There war fur old coast Frenchmcn, all su.
gar planters, just sold their crap, an got peck
ct full of rocks. They went it strong, | tell
yc They'd got their backs and tails up Cap
tain WhiSkey had got Il powerful grip on 'cm
and if they war'nt IL bumpint il, "hark from
the tomb!n
AT last they went to the bar to stretch thar
legs and wood up; and while they were gone
see II mischiyous lookin' chap a ehangin' thar
papers
Keep shy scz hc q winkin' to us that
war standn round the table, "and you'll sec
the old by rizc directly
Back comes the chaps, the kccrlS were dealt
round, and see thar eyes snappin' but all a
, tryin' to look powerful eolcmn.
A blind" war bet, and mp spoke next hand
stf Nv piiilI ail bEiih btllilI
Il see Eat an 20 fife dollar
Twenty hettar san yon-ah hal"
'Sacray tocnail>. Won handler bcttair zan you
, Oh, ginger. such chclln' us thar war, to
be shua and Wien the dimes RIM dry, they
drawed draft on New Orleans, and give notes
till they'd bet all they were worth, and when
the hans were called, every man Jack slapS
for white aces, and dove for the pile and such
IA ycllin' and cnrsin and sacrayn as thar war
when they dskiyered how they'd been sold!
The deck on the table war all aces and as
it were halt.dcck poker they were playin,' eve.
ry man got five aces, and thnkin' another ace
had crawIed into the pack somehow, they all
ketched one and kept the others.
One run for his pistols, anotherpulls out Iii,
knife and if they'd only diskvcred who served
cn out, thard been mighty slim chance for
him; but they went Oh SO that the captain had
to interfere, aud shut em up.
II
Beay" SOME years ago there lived in old York
town wealthy gentleman, Colonel, who
was the nominal owner of an old negro named