The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1860-01-25
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Notes by the Day.
BY "THE SUBSCRIBER,
Aid to HIS Egcelencythe Governor.

Day" quietly settled in the uncush-
Toned seat for short nap. l had not
enjoyed that luxury long, ere awaken
ed by the engineer" whose brawny
hand was drumming a new opera at
the expense of my shoulders.
What's up 2" enquired F.. rubbing
my eyes
wy aeoke- up," said he, and a
faint smile arose in the eastern horizon
of his eye, whose sunny beam spread
gradually DER the surface of his face,
until lost ia. the deep cavern, on
the verge of the forest which surround
ed his Chin" we stop here phor a
vile. Dis ish Frogtown.:"
Hearing this. and having read Of
the terrible battle transporting here be-
tween Joseph fuckers, Yellow Dog"
and another dog, / thrust my head
thro' rent in the curtain of the hack.
to get sight of this locality bat
could see no house, barn or wood-shed,
not even watering trough that indis-
pensible article so characteristic of
a thriving village. Not discouraged,
however, I was permitted, thro' the
kind Offices of the will working on the
involuntary and voluntary powers of
the mind, and, the mind working on the
body, to- Withdraw my head and thrust
it thro' a similar rent on the opposite
side. There, before my eyes, in all
its beauty and fond recollections lay
the now peaceful and quiet village of
Frogtown-
No brushing ours were seen,
TO mar the beauty of the sheen.
But in the distance, on little knoll
surrounded by a low woodland Or
copse, stood a monument-not of a
British officer, but in commemoration
Of the antecedentsof Joseph fuckers
Yellow Dog" How beautiful it look
ed in the mellow beams of the evening
sun. A little to the left, and beyond
the knoll, stands the blacksmith shop,
where labored the blacksmith who so
scientifically belabored Joseph Tucker.
But the ring Of his anvil is heard no
more in the quiet valley-he having
left for parts unknown long since-yet
bright are his good deeds cherished in
the memories of the inhabitants, and
especially in the memory of the land
lord of the Frogtown hotel, whom he
forgot to pay a small board bill Over
and against the blacksmith shop gape'
the Oyster cellar, wherein pitched the
load of wood from the runaway team
almost killing child, and soaring it
mother so that she dropped plate o
red hot oysters in the lap of a custo
mer she was serving. But FrogtowU
has seen its best days.
Alighting from the hack, one whee
of which had been driven upon tn
porch of the hotel for the better con
venience of passengers, I met the land
lord who escorted me into the sitting
room or barroom, the said rooms hav
ing been thrown into one in expecta
tion of great "doings" during the holi
days. In one corner sat the drive
fast asleep, who had entered but (
few moments before.
/ What qneer man be is" said /
contemplating the fellow, and address
ing myself TO mine host.
Eyes" said he, she is such fool
that when he says anything sharp, ht
don't know it until the next day."
"Is that so ?" said I, laughing.
Yes" replied he, "and that's no
all; the man don't know when he i:
hungry"
"Ah, indeed am glad you spoke
of hunger" said |, II feel like eating
something, myself; but had forgotten
it, in consequence of being wrapt III
in thought ofyour interesting locality. ;
" You don't say Here Eliza,
cried he, to his wife who was hanging
out clothes in the back yard, Come
right straight into the house. There
a man here that's been wanting some
thing to eat every fifteen minutes TO
the last quarter of an hour"
Having delivered the above queel
message, the landlord lit his pipe, anC
taking seat by the huge log fire, en-
tered into conversation with the driver
whose senses were fast returning I'M
der the effects of the exhilerating odol
diffused by the tobacco.
"What has delayed you," asked
mine host.
90, de roats ish so bad, and I was
so SLEEPY" drawled out the driver.
Il think you ought to reach here g
little sooner When we had a daily
mail you were always up to time but
it appears since we're cut off with g
triweekly you have become negligent.
80, yaw," said the driver, "Wen
cume every day, den | cume sooner
as if | cume tree dimes week, den
cumes quicker"
Well" said mine host, looking
straight at this original specimen O
humanity, you're either COMPOUNDED
fool or a critic"
Haw, haw, haw I lauged, throw
ing myself back in the chair, and ele-
waiting my feet little above parallel
with my head, lost my equilibrium,
falling back upon an ungainly looking
hound, which uttering one loud howl,
leaped over the dutchman's head, sea.
ring that quiet individual almost to
death, and landed in the landlords lap
knocking the pipe out of his mouth
and scattering the red hot Goals al
over his store clothes, which it was his