East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1862-04-08
THE YANKEE ALADDIN.

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aud getting the best and barterinq
halves of marbles stuck together fol
whole ones. When he grew older, and
sold berries which he picked on the bill
pastures, no CREASED the quart pot, SC
that little capital was carried forward
to the next measure. He hayed hard al
summer, and went to evening schools in
winter, and learned the golden rule oi
arithmetic-addition for himself, sub.
traction for his neighbor; aud in all the
games he held strictly to the rule Of
Turnabout: "You tickle me, and I'll tickle
you-if can; but at all events, you
tickle me-" -
At an early age Aladdin was consid
cred to be good at a bargain, which
meant that he always succeeded in ex.
changing the worse for the better; al.
ways keeping the blind eye of horse to
the wall when he wanted to sell him, aud
always looking straight at it when he
wanted to buy him; and the approving
village shook it's head, aud said, "Let
Aladdin alone to succeed"
He grew up and left the village for the
world. "He'll be rich," said the village,
with more enthusiasm and envy than any
village says Of departing boy, "He'll
be honest, faithful, generous" To Alad.
din the whole world was but market in
which to buy cheap and sell dear. For
him there was no beauty, no heroism, no
piety, no history. To him all lands and
waters are alike. No Homer sings for
him along the Egean; he only curses
the wind that will not blow him to
Odessa. No sirens call to him from the
sunny shore: he loves the sharp oath of
a brutal boatswain.
With bible in his hand, and quid
in his mouth, he squirts about the holy
places of Jerusalem, and calculates the
cost of the scpulchre. He scratches his
name with jack knife upon Egyptian
obelisks, by the side of the hieroglyphed
names of Rameses and Tothems, names
that shook early history with their gran
deur; and the reverenced echoes of the
Libyan desert, that have slept since they
heard the shout Of Alcxander's army
marching to tind the oracle Ammon, are
awakened by the shrill whistling of
Yankee Doodle aud Old Dan Tucker.
He insults the Grand Lama, hobuobs
with the Great Mogul, turcs his back
upon Emperors, an1 takes pinch of
snuff out of the Pope's snuff-box. He
eats flesh cut raw from the animal with
Abyssiuians, chews bang with the Arabs,
smokes opium with the Turks, and rides
for bride with the Calmuck Tartar.
Then Aladdin comes home. He has
turned his goods and his opportunities
over and over again and they are all
turned into piles of money. The wise
village welcomes him, and younger gene
rations, as the shining example Of the
successful man. "For, my dear son, Just
think of it! He began with nothing, and
now lookP
My dear son does look, and he sees
Aladdin owning millions of dollars, and
of all the Doing-good Societies he is
chief director. His name is as good as
gold. He has bought pictures, and books,
and statues. He is housed in luxury
and he pricks his mouth with a silver
fork. He has a home for a poet, but hs
boasts that he never reads any thing bu
the newspapers. He goes to church twic,
on Sundays, and only wakes up when tn,
preacher reviles and denounces the sin
ners of Sodom, and those tough old Jews
of Jerusalem. His heed is bald anC
shiny with all the sermons that have hit
il and glanced of. He clasps his hand,
in prayer, but forgets to open them when
the poor-box is passed round; and he
goes home like similarly successful man
thanking God that he is not rs other men
are; and after dinner lights a cigar, sit,
before the fire in an easy chair, and tell:
the children to remember that honesty j:
the best policy, and looks slecpily at Mrs
Aladdin through the thick smoke.
BY and by old Aladdin dies. The
conventional virtues are carried over by
the editors, as the mourning carriage,
are called on: by the undertakers. Th,
papers regret that they are summoned t
deplore the loss of tho revered parent
generous friend, public-spirited citizen
and pious man. Then the preciou
snapper of jack-knives, aud model for tb,
rising generations, is left under the sod
The stars that ho never saw now burr
over him with soft lustre that no lamps
above kings tomb emulate; and tn,
south winds, for whose breath upon hi
hot brow he was never grateful, nov
strews his last bed with anemones anc
violots, which his heel crushed while liz
ing. And the men who arc to be formed
upon that model and pursue silniia
success, carelessly ask as they stir thei
toddieS, $50, old Aladdin is gone at las,
will ho cut up well?" The sculptor carve
a cherub upon his tombstone, and grave
the motto, "By their works ye shall know
them," while somo quiet Charles Lam
with insanity in bis family, asks, as h
reads Aladdin's epitaph, "Whero be al
the bad people buried PC. " Curt,
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