Daily national Democrat., 1860-12-25
9allp 0atlOnal Democrat
Who is Maggie +!


particular iuquiry don't know, but since
the publication of my Pioneer "reminiscences
have received four letters all inquring,
"Who is Maggie?' | have scarcely had any
peace among my friends and neighbors, but
upon the receipt of every DENocnAr the ques
tion is asked, "Who is Maggie? That she
should be my sweetheart, no one entertains
the least idea. for age clearcth away that i'm
putation. Is she an old flame No, for She
is scarcely out of her teens Even NV wife is
not jealous on that score, and would take
Maggie by the hand with a kindly feeling
and loving kiss. That she is not nv dauch-
ter, is most certain, for she is handsome. and
there Is none of the Block stock who make
any pretentions to beauty. But the nature
aged ask, "Who is Maggie p from curiosity
and the young men inquire "Who is Maggie?"
with an interest peculiar to themselves. To
satisfy all who have taken a kindly interest
In my pet, will just tell you how she looks,
and then where she is, and next who she is.
She is a young lady of medium size, be-
tween twenty and twenty-one years of age,
dark blue eyes, dark chestnut hair rich
bloom upon her cheeks, rather high intel
lectua forehead, Grecian nose aud as for her
mouth,
"Did We see the red rose on its bonny green stem
As it opened its lips for the dew ?"
Although | am an admirer of hers-as |
nm of all the good, the bright and pure-the
simple fact of my having one wife Il am no
Mormon,) and being an old man, precludes
the possibility of any jealousy. Well, Maggie
lives in Narysville, and, among so many who
are pretty in that pretty town-now for it.
she is one of the prettiest There, you have
it. She lives at No %, - street Send
your card-she will be at home to all proper
visitors but don't go at once. If you win
her heart, you will win an old mans blessing
with it, And now, one word to
DEAR MAGGIE Our Pioneer sketches have
awakened responsive echoes that we looked
for. They have brought back 'the light of
other days" to more than one reader. Old
memories have crowded thick and fast, and
more than one have sought relief in cheerful
notes and kindly greetings. l have received
letters from several old Pioneers whom have
not met for ten years, ard they say-~well here
is enc example:
FoRBEsTowN, Dec 10, 1860
DEAR OLD Block Il have Just read your
fhh letter to Maggie, in the DEMocaAr
which, with the others, have been exceeding
ly interesting, and have served to recall more
of 10y gone days than anything which have
heard or read, since they occurred. 1t seems
that can see you, just as you was, at-liud Hill
lOroville now, the landlord of the Universal
World Hotel, when was on my way to our
Winter quarters at Dauhytown, in 1S49
In your fouth number, you mention
the prospecting tour of yourself and Mcneil,
in some out-of-the-way canon. Let me tell
you that said place is known as Dclato-and
that it has been and now is good dggngs.
(IIumph! that ! should be jumped) Speak
ing of your artistic career in Marysville, it
carried my memory back to old St. Jo (ln-
diana) when in an idle hour you sketched
my own face in crayous, in the store of L. P.
k & Co. Do YOU recollect it? You little
thought then, of turning your talent to ad
vantage on the shores of the Pacific But
the picture was so life-like, that with Qua
ker coat (Which l wore) and the name of
Robert Dale Owen nicely written below it,
when | sent it to my late dear, kind mother,
she was not to be deceived, for she instantly
exclaimed, THAT is my son-I don't care
whose name is written underneath" (This
must have been about lS40-twenty years
ago) But, Old Block, who is Maggie? Is
she your daughter or is she entirely imag-
nary -"
Dear Maggie.-to think that thou art
Myth Were the doctor to see you some
bright sunny day at Walker & Wilson's, with
pile ofmuslins, silks and womans gear piled
up before you, with your finger on your
dmpled chin cogitatng upon which your
choice should be made, he would realize that
thou, Maggie, vert a veritable being of flesh
and blood, and not altogether exempt from
woman's failings-i. G., fond of shopping
Were he to see your eyes snap when you
found that Kate b. had bought that love of a
bonnet at Mrs. -, which you had set your
nedfL on LOT lO-IuOITOW, he Nuulu bS sdlleIlcu
that you were daughter of Eve, in propria
persona Were he to see you skimming like
a zephyr through the mazes of the waltz, at
the st. Nicholas, at some of the evening par
ties, he would be convinced that, though you
appeared ETHEREAL TO the sight, you were not
Invisible to the admiring gaze of the beaux;
and, dear Maggie. were he to see you throw
your arms around the neck Of an ungainly,
hard featured old man, and plant an atfee-
tionate kiss VI on his wrinkled brow, he most
likely would wish that old man at the devil,
and himself in his place.
Thou Myth, Maggiel The very tingling
Of my ears from thy saucy pulling makes me
qlm0st wish thou vert one. But farewell,
Maggie The time may come when palpa-
bic box on the ears may prove to some ad-
miring beau that thou art no Myth.
Old BLOCK.
BRIrIsn COLUMBIA "A letter from Victoria