The independent press. (Abbeville C.H., S.C.) 1853-1860, 1859-09-30
FOR TIVE PRESS.
ANOTHER RELIC G0NEl


DIR. EDITOR: Our well known conservative
feelings and principles received terrible
shock we entered the public square this
morning for our matutinal ots:rvations and
saw that the york of demolition had actually
begun upon our venerable MARKET HOUSE
Already the hand of unsparing vandalism had
reduced this time-honored structure to a state
of supernal nudity. and soon, it was evident,
this ancient relic of the enterprise Of our prov
ldont forefathers would pass away, and the
place that knew it know it no more Oppres.
sed by the weight Of our emotions, we turned
away into the shadowed arch of solitude to
mediate upon the muiahility OF all sublunary
things. Consider, Mr.. EprToR, what tender (l)
associations clustered around that building,
now 80 ruthlessly levclled with the dust. l
speak not Of its nrchi ectural graces, bearing
US back continually to the splendid monuments
of ante diluvian geai"s: but alas graces now
80 Questionable, and vanishing rapidly away
to give place to gingerbread mansions and
cdifces bristling from top to bottom with gi-
gnntic tooth-picksl No, Mr. ED,roR other
associations oppress ME. Our forefathcrs, told
fogies. this irreverent age is pleased to call
brick and mortar. They were not to be de-
ceiscd, like their unwary descendants by ex.
ternal pomp and show. Their sentm ents were
uot to be arpeased by outside appearances nor
tfeir appetites by the polished deceit of
clean but empty platter. They were substan-
tial men They built market house. They
played on the digestive organ. They calculated
that the shortest cut to the human heurt was a
c"t from tender sirlon of beef! They were
sturdy patriots, too, and concluded that the
country was safe, and demagogues might chop
political logic to their hearts content, so long
ms mutton chops could be Ind by the people
that the Federal Constitution was safe enough
rs long as the physical constitution of the na-
tion suffered no damage in any of its proyis.
ions! They built us market house, therefore,
and put bell in it tool And oh! how often
has it's refreshing music struck a chord in our
-stomachsl as We lenned out Of bed W ith
that dwtM thought upon us nothing for break
fust ! and struck bee. line for that dear old
dispensary of ve"erable beef! Yes, Mr.. EDrron,
the memory of our disaproiniments, even, like
rebounding wave. comes up TO swell our sor-
row at its loss. Ah well do we remember,
how often our ardent longings for fresh meat,
1--WE have q sanguinc temperament, Mr. EDIron,
especially before brcakfastD how often our
longings were rudely disappointed, by finding
upon our arrival that, (as with Goldsmith's
"haunch Of vcn;.,n.'D There was n place on
the table. where the fresh meat was notE'
Oh whatever the beef may have heen orr
hearts are merry tender at the remembrance of
these things. But what boots these unprofi-
table reflections now Yon Ethiopian van.
dals have already demolished this venerable
building-meat memorial Of the taste of our An.
cestors No more sl,a II the hungry votaries
of the law have continually before them, in
their very mi'.d's cyc. this graceful rcmembran- IT,
Ger of beef.steaks at home and be soothed
thereby into unwouted patience and mercy
Justice, fear. has lost it's most valuable
safeguard. No more shall that oracular bell
break so unnecessarily upon the morning
drcnms of the imrropidemt slumberer. No! its
echoes now font away unheeded, and are lost
in that zig gully below! Thus. Mr. EDITOR,
one BY one the relics of ancient Fogyism depart,
and soon, alas! our entire municipal innocence
will he gone for ever. But who can resist the
Fates? What remains but submission to
AN OLD FOGY