The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1865-11-10

In the OTc'eSv0, musical weekly pub
lished in London, is feuilleton in which
occurs this clever imitation of q popular
English novelist: .r,-. ., y
10 Is l3gC DRIVING ON. r, -.s-.. .....
II was some ten or fifteen years after
these times of ours-little matter hoy
many. The Stoker knew how many, per-
haps. and so did the Engine driver, for
they were middle-aged men-old men,
you would say, in experience of Flue. And
how the flue stuck to them and about
them. Flue on the engine, and the
wheels, and the GOALS fiue on the track;
fiue on the tops of carriages. Flue on the
engine-driver's cap; f1ue on the stoker's
face; flue in the engine.driver's and
stoker's pockets. Flue proceeding out of
the funnel of the locomotive up the line
fiue proceeding out of the funnel of the
locomotive down the line. In its fanciful
forms and shapes, being of every form and
shape of hideousness which Dirt can as
sumo, it held weird resemblance on the
rails and on the faces of the hard-working
men to the stain of sorrow and sin on the
faces of the poor. There, too, it clung
wherever it lighted. Just, my Lords and
Gentlemen and Honorable Boards, as that
other stain will cling where it lights, up
and down the line of human life.
It was muggy morning. Everybody
admitted it-from the guard at the last
station, where he had affably accepted Mr..
Pocklethwacky's fourpence for pint of
beer, to Mr.. Pocklethwacky himself, airily
installed in an air cushion IN an airy SEQ
ond.class carriage, putting windy cigar
and whistiing the Bonnie House o. Air.
lie." Mr.. Pocklethwacky admitted the
morning was muggy; IN fact, he stated 80
voluntarily. A nuggy morning, sir"
said Mr.. Pocklethwacky to his opposite
neighbor, q bene6cent, round-faced man,
with q rim Of whiskers all round his chin.
The Undetermined man looked up
from the book he was reading. M. Pock-
lethwacky, casting q glance at the volume
the other held, saw it was The Book, open
at the Proverbs of King Solomon.
"Dampness cometh in the autumn
morning as the dews fly downwards; and
sufficient for the day is the evil thereof"
said the Undetermined man.
Your remark, sir, is what may call
pregnant with trath,' said Mr.. Pookle-
thwacky. Z" Bearing which consideration
in mind, sir, I should say you was inclined
to philosophilng turn of mind" l.
II am the Proverbial Philosopher, and
my words are the words of WISDOM" re-
turned the whisker-rimmed man evils
dom sitteth at the street corners and crieth
to the passer by. It is sweet to recognize
glory in the blackbeetle, and more than
beauty in the butterfly" 81.
Meaning Polly Perkins, sir 2"
No, sir, meaning nothing but Proverb-
ial Philosophy" said the whisker-simmed
"Oh, indeed remarked Mr.. Pockle-
thwacky, Disconnected. care you going
far, may ask p
=" The end of journey is its destina-
ton; and the conclusion of most things
Is a termination. I am going to Knebs-
worth, where the liberality of genial afflu-
ence hath provided home for the Senile
Philosopher" said the whisker-rimmed
man. M
The train sped EDWARDS. Through ruts
and ridges Of undu!ating land over low
lying tracts Of desolate marsh by water
courses and land-oourses; above shingle
and sorrel and the spires of flashing towns.
The f1ue gathered and increased; all the
speed and the vhirl and clatter could not
bear it down. No more, my lords and
gentlemen and honorable boards, can the
whiri and Olatter you make in the bOastfnl
assertions Of your order, bear down the
faint which letters the progress of the
poor. =, -.:a .,
The train fies fast Fast your majesty.
Fast, my lords and gentlemen. Fast, Right
Revsrends and Wrong Rsverends of every
degree. Fast, common men and women.
with human sorrow and human sympathy
in your hearts. And flying thus around
us every day.