Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1862-10-04
THE SNOWMAN AT HOME.
BY ARTEsfUs WARD.

From Vanity Fairl
If Stonewall Jackson will get religion and
come over to our side, I'll give him ten ollars
month out OF my own pocket
We hear very much, too much, about great
plans Of battle. The only plan of battle should
be-f0 tick eni.
Ouless there's different management right eff,
the American Eagle will have to disguise h is
self, as a Shanghi Rooster ana make Eacks tor
Cauady; while the Goddess of Liberty viii
have 10 90 ont doin' gin'ral homework at two
dollars a week.
As fer Pope, can only say that like his
poetry good deal better than do his ginral-
ship
A hansum young gal in our town was 5ot up
with one night by noble young specimen of the
true American, with scissors in his vest pocket
/ mean a dry goods clerk-and the young gals
mother hearin' sothin' pop, arose from her
couch, under a impression that her eldest boy,
who was given to friskyness, was holdin' = wild
revel on the root beer in the west room. But
on opeDin' the door she diskivered it was hug
! gin and kissin' which had swoke her from her
| peaceful repose. My daughter, o my dsugh-
teri" this fond parrink did cry, "oh that should
! live TO see this deins in my own hOusen I"
! L know, dear mother" this sweet village
madin did unto her mama quickly reply, that
/ it is quite improper, but It's 0JRL SO0thiR' ~
/ So the subscriber isn't quite sure that it's
! right to speak so freely as this about public
/ affairs, but it kinder soOthes him to do it,
! It's now the sweet, sad season of the year,
! gentle Oftum My little daughter is singin' an
/ entirely new soDg, called Listen to the Mock
IN Bird" Guess you hain't got if in New York
! yet She's been q singing it TO me about all the
! time, day and night for the past four weeks. l
! think Pm goiu' to like it. But l can't tell until
it has become somewhat familiar to me. Yes,
/ this is Ortum And is it not sad to think that
the leaves now so beautiful and green, viii soon
wither and fadel Is it not I'll bet tbs.
Ny family and I and several nabers sot round
the fire (for It's coolish up here) the other night.
There was the Schoolmsster, the two Mis- Balk-
! inses the editor of the BugLe-HOTH Of Liberty,
Mis- Sary Peasley, and few others.
Mis- Peasley is an old maid, bat tsin't her
| fault It gin'raly tain't in these cases. And,
before 1 foTgit it, let me tell you little story,
and let me call it mis- Peasley's Revenge"
Ms Peasley was once betroughed to a young
feller which he was engaged into mercantile
pursoots He said he thought all the world OF
her and stated that onless she consented for to
be his'n be should lose all relish for vittels and
his dead corps would be found hoatin' in the
river some fine mornin Mis- Peasley rekiprocs-
ted his pertended love, and, like good girl as
she was she said his people should be her peo-
ple. and that v7heresoever he wentest, she would
likewise wentest with him. But she never
wentested. The false lover went and msnied q
rich young gal, with temper like vinegar and
ersb-apples She made him mis- bic by her cut
tins up, which it pleased Mis- Pessley. But she
wasn't sufficiently reVenged as yet. She bided
, her time, and it came. The mercantile man got
religion one day, and it was given out that hC
vOuid be baptized on a certain Sunday, will
some other converts. A large crowd assembled
| 70 sec the baptismal, and as the minister wal
Iesdin' the mercantile man into the lake, Mi:
, Peasley stepped up and gave him large bar o
weller soap The minister was so stonished h
scarcely knew what he was about, he took th'
. SOAP ip one hand and the mercantile man in th'
. other, and marched into the water. The con
: vert's wife stood among the crowd on the shore
! of the lake at the time, and bein' as 1t has slu
!, been supppesd, ePtOpsted by spirit OF cussed
: ness, holiered out as load as she could boiler
; | That's right Give him good Washln', Mls
/. ter Minister Z" Mis- Peasley went home. Mi
u Peas!ey was reYenged.
as / observed, We ell cot there before the fire
!, and presently We was jned by our full and en-
q cient orchestry, Her Yswcub Won Skimmerhorr
E. lie plsys the hand origin IN my show, ana
my mind there's 10 sweeter music than flo"
from an origin, altho' l do not myself grind,
remember composin' Dirge on my step coui
- ms DEATH with chorus, which / sung wit
marked effect, accompanied by the origin.
n. Ny orchestra is gigantic German, and ca
et lick yardlullof wildcats before breakfast witt
" out sweatn' hair. He'll bear lettinl aloI
"a "a about es well as any man l ever saw 50 to-
q him if hs heard any man smaller than he WI
al talkin' sesech to gently toss him into the lax
ed and then pull him out lie said he'd do i, and
=, kinder rsckoned ne would.
o. ~ Where has my Yawcub been?" l said
"Dutehraen what of the n.ghtl' ~
He has been so1sin seeessiOnists in the LAX