The weekly Ottumwa courier., 1862-10-18
From the Vanity Fair.1
The Snowman ut Home.

Ring peace and freedom in
From the Vanity Fair
The Snowman nj Home.
By ARrENUs WARD.
TfStonewall Jackson will get religion and
come over to our side, I'll give him ten dol
lars month out Of my own pocket.
We hear very much, too much, about
great plans Of battle, The only plan Of bat
tie should be---to lick 'em.
Onless there's different management right
off, the American Eagle will have to dis
guise hisself, as a Shanghi Rooster and
make tracks for Canady while the Goddess
Of Liberty will have to go out doin' gin'ral
housework at two dollars week.
AS for Pope, can only say that like his
poetry a good deal better than do his GIN
ralship.
A hansum young gal in our town was sot
up with one night by noble young speci-
men of the true American, with scissors in
his vest pocket mean dry goods clerk
and the young gals mother, hearin'
sothin' pop, arose from her coucn, unoer
impression that her oldest boy, who was
given to friskyness, was holdin' a wild rev.
ell on the root beer in the west room. But
on openin' the door she diskivered it was
huggin' and kissen' which had awoken her
from her peaceful repose. My daughter,
0 my daughterr' this fond parrint did cry,
!" Oh that should live to see this doins in
my own housen !"
81 know, dear mother" this sweet vii
lage modin did untoher mama quickly re-
ply, " that it is quite unpr oper, bat it's or
.ful soothin.l''
So the subscriber isn't quite sure that it's
right to speak so freely as this about pub
lie affairs, but it kinder scothes him to do
it. s,s I
It's now the sweet, sad season Of the
year, gentle Ortum. My little daughter is
singin' an entirely new song; called Listen
to the Moskin' Bird" Guess you hain't
got it in New York yet. She's been a-sing
ing it to me about all the time, day and
night for the past four weeks. I think I'm
goin' to like it. But can't tell until it has
become somewhat familiar to me. Yes, this
is Ortuml And is it not sad to think that
the leaves, now so beautiful and green, will
soon wither and fade? Is it not I'll bet
tits.
My family and and several nabers sot
round the fire (for it's coolish up here) the
other night. There was the Schoolmaster,
the two Mis-. Balkiness, the editor Of the
Bugle-Horn Of Liberty, Mis-. Sary Peasley,
and few others.
Mis-. Peasley is an old maid, but tain't he,
fault. 1t gin'rally tain't in these cases.
And, before forget it, let me tell you lit
tie story, and let me call it " Mis-. Peasley'.
Revenge"
Mis-. Peasley was once betronghed to Q
young feller which he was engaged into
mercantile pursoots. He said he tho lght al
the world of her, and stated that unless she
consented for to be his'n, he should lose al
relish for vittles, and his dead corps would
be found foatin' in the river some Ant
mornin'. Mis-. Peasley rekiprocated his pre-
tended love, and, like a good girl as sh,
was, she said his people should be her peo
pie, and that wheresoever he wentest, sh,
would likewise wentest with him. But she
never wentested. The false lover went anG
married . rich young gal, with . temper lik'
vinegar and crab-apples. She made hin
mis'bl by her cuttins up, which it pleased
Peasley. But she wasn't sufficiently reyen
ged as yet She bided her time, and i
came. The mercantile man got religion on,
day, and it was given out that he would b,
baptized on certain Sunday. with som'
other converts. A large crowd assembled t,
see the baptismal, and, as the minister wa.
leadin' the mercantile man into. the lake
Miss Peasley stepped up and gave him I
large bar Of yeller soap. The minister wa'
so astonished he soacely knew what he wa
about, he took the soap in one hand and the
mercaatile man in the other, and marched
into the water. The converts wife stood
among the crowd on the shore of the lake q
the time, and bein' as it has allus been sup
posed, actooated by spirit Of, cussedness
hollered out as loud as she holle-, "That''
right" Give him good washin', Mister
Minister Mis-. Peasley went home. Mis-
Peasley was revenged.
As I observed, we all sot there before the
fire; and presently we was jincd by my ful
and efficient orchestry. Her Yawcub Vel