Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1864-04-28
NUMBER II
Here is Jove, ready to hurl his thul
1nrbolt

dcrbolt.
And Juno--how queenly
This (tapping me with a FAM must be
Adonis-although the design looks new
What an expressive cast Of the face.
Symmetrical neck, and superb bust.
We felt hattcrcd.
La me ! did you ever p
No, / never"
How very unartistical."
Yes, very. Whoever saw the arms
of statute folded across the chest ?
1t shan't stay a minute here. Ben
bought it to plague me
But it shan't stay interrupted Ben's
bride as she called couple of black wait
ing women, ordering them to set us care
fully into the rubbish room, and then
starting with her companion, (who cast
back many a lingering look } to give Ben
Caulle Lecture.
He'd be port lookin' eff he's only col
ord said one of the ebonys examining us.
Yah, yah-ef he's alive he'd be some
punkins,' answered the other.
Missus seq we must be VERY keerful,
not to break none ov de pints Off
They crossed hands, and lowering us
between them, carried US gently along.
He's berry warm
De rays OBJ de sun concentrate on his
body
Watts dat I smells dc stateary's
bref.'
Its id lic,' we calculated un-
consciously.
Ker whop came we in contact with the
hall floor kcr tumble heels over head
pitched the yellow ebonys down stairs
We gathered ourselves; gathered Hercules
and laid him where we had been dropped
bolted into our own Establishments, and in
two minutes and half was on the sofa,
snoring.
No sooner done than the whole house
hold came to the top of the stairs.
Dare him lies, massa-him swcre like
ebryting, groaned the trembling, shrink
ing black.
Hercules, you have got bad name,
chuckled Ben, walking up to the statue,
amused; tho he couldn't account for the
various stories.
Don't know what ye calls him, he's
de chap wat did it, said the other curly
head at the top of the stairs.
Some mistake muttcrcd the bride,
approaching, then looking into the libra
ry, Il can hardly believe my senses
i never heard the like sighed THE
visitor: 'Adonis is gone
Dis ere is no more do chap wat We
trapped, dan a niger es white man.
The party retired to tell witch stories,
ghost tales, and ponder over the mystery
except Ben who after restoring Hercules
to his former position, came in and COM
menced shaking us, with
Wake up" have you heard any noise?
No-sleep cannon proof--what's up ?
rubbing our eyes.
1t took noise enough to wake you, to
start regiment of soldiers. Wife has
the headache. What do you say to a
bachelor set down, with few bottles of
champaign to assist digestion?
Don't dodge the question.
Under the mellowing influence of the
rosy God Ben peachcd the mysterious
sccret-which we cleared up under the
express considerations that it should be
kept.
We were introduced to the ladies' the
next morning, and saw by the twinkling
of eyes and rosy bushes that the secret
had been kept--crculating
| Sufficient is it to say that the young
lady who admired us as statue, admired
us much more in propria persaaa that
she had many charms. not the least Of
which was hundred thousand dollars
and that in four weeks we sent the printe,
a cake with wedding notice.
Reader at the present time there's
(talk of our running for Congress- pcarly
arm on our shoulders, little alabastel
hand playing in our locks, a roguish fac,
with sparkling eyes. rosy cheeks, ant
ruby lips bending over us with Gan ex
plosion like unto IA cork popping from
beer bottle) You are real naughty to tel
about it.-Albamy Dmchman.