The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1863-07-22

"A. ~.
A Chat.
The Young Ladies' Coneerts-the youth,
beauty, muscle and pluck Of AcGregor-
the Bloody Run oar there's nobody
hurt :. the fo~ing boDl-and "a nice lit.
tie story" ..
McGREeoR, Saturday night, July 10.
Dear Times "A weeks excitement, one
way and another, always causes Saturday
night" to fetch us goodly amount of
contentment and leisure. The ennui COM
ing from inaction must be dispelled, and
know of no better way for young or old
bachelor to chase !: off than to have "a
chat with his neighbors." Fer me-poor
elf-my "neighbors' are not in sociable
mood this evening, that's what's the matter !;
and l therefore propose to have little
"chat" with your readers; for they are
eyer good .natured and talkative too.
Last week was big one for McGregor.
The Concerts in the Brick Church did truly
call out the youth and beauty of the city
in large and small quantities. For the
little charmer looked as pretty with her
boquet as did the larger one with her beau
minus the ''kay." And when they were
all together apprcherd that there was
very little room for stragglers. But the
Congregational Church is fine, spacious
edifice, and am sure that every lucky one
who got in was edited to their hearts con-
tent. l was very sorry that Lascelles &C
complished troupe Of Dubuque, failed few
weeks ago to gain admittancc here 1t seems
to me we ought to be more hospitable to
strangers.
While the youth and beauty were busy
in the pursuit of pleasure, the muscle and
pluck Of the town were polishing muskets
and spelling for fight. And indeed it
would do mere civilian good to see the
por,ly figures and gallant bearing Of the
noble Captains who led forth those daring
spirits to vindicatc the CONSUMPTION laws of
their country. When saw that matters
were terminating to the possibility of a
fact" and that the serred hosts had taken
up their guns and gone to suppress the
rebellion" l heaved a heavy sigh for the
devoted railroadcr of Irish descent, or any
other man, who persisted in keeping his
own name. But the news boy set my
spirit to rest by selling me for five cents
credit at that-an interesting Dispatch
from Bloody Run" I solcmnly read this,
and gladly admitted the truth of that golden
saying Of our far seeing president that,
"there's nobody hurt"
Twas happy to know so much, but the
intelligence that there was something like
niger, l believe, or perhaps beer-keg,
Something Of that kindD in the story, raised
in my breast sense of alarm for the en-.
dangcred morality of the youthful Hawk.
eyes. Nothing is more dangerous than the
flowing bowl, and l hope our young men
kept alocf thcrefrom. know they all re.
member the thrilling Fourth Of July grafton
of our honest and highly classical President
in which occurs the following, which tho
N. Y. Times says is truthful, almost
homely, but yet quite ezpressius language"
"Vicksburg is down! That Wanting
stronghold is badly demoraliscd. Farther;
the marshallcd ragamufiins Of Lee have
met Mea ie on the field Of Gettysburg, and
they have turned tail and run"
quote this from memory, and knop
that the latter portion is literal. The words
are weighty, and when the boys saw the
sparkling but pernicious "bowl," hope
they recollected Abraham Lincoln, and
turned tail and run" And this reminds
me Of story which is just as valuable as
any Abe has told, and good deal better
related. Read it for it is good:
"Iknew youth, a noble, generous youth,
from whose heart flowed living fount of
pure and holy feeling which spread around
and fcrtiliZed the soil of friendship, and
warm and generous hearts crowded about
and enclosed him in circle of pure and
godlke happiness. The eve of woman
Frightened at his approach, and wealth and
honor smiled to WOO him to their CIRCLE
His days sped onward, and as a summers
brook sparkles all joyous on its gladstone
way, so sped he on, bIithesome amid the
light Of woman's love and manhood eulogy.
He wooed and won a maid Of peerless
charms; a being fair, and delicate, and
pure, bestowed the heaviest of her hearts
young love upon him. The car Of time
rolled on, and clouds arose to dim the
horizon Of his worldly happiness. The
| serpent OF inebriation crept into the Eden
Of his heart; the pure and holy feelings
which the God Of nature had implanted in
his soul, became polluted by the Influence
of the mis- called social cup. The warm
and generous aspirations of his soul be.
came frozen and callows within him. The
tears of the wretched, the agony OF the
afflicted wife, found no response within his
bosom. The pure and holy fount of
universal love within his heart, that once
gushed forth at the meanings Of misery and
prompted the hand to administer unto the
requirements Of the wretched, sent forth no
more Of its pure and benevolent offerings /;
it's waters had become intermingled with
the poisoned ingredients Of spirits and the
rank weeds of intcmperance had sprung up
and choked the fount from which the stream
flowed. The dark spirit OF poverty had
| tapped its wings over his habitation, and
the burning hand had scared the brightness
Of his eye and palsicd the elasticity Of his
frame. The friends who basked in the
sunshine of his prosperity, fed when thu