The Norfolk post. [volume] (Norfolk, Va.) 1865-1866, 1865-10-16

which occurs this clever imitation of
popular English novelist
r, -.--4---- DRIVING ON.
it was some ten or twenty years after
these times OF ours-little matter how
many. me Stoker knew how many,
perhaps, and so did the Engine driver
for they were middle-aged men--old men
you would say, in experience of FIue
And how the flue stuck to them AM,
| about them! Flue on the engine. ana
the wheels, ana the Goals; fiue on the
track; hue on the tops of the carriages.
Flue ON the engine drivers cap; fiue GU
the stoker's face; flue in the engine-dri-
ver's and the stokers pockets. Flue
proceeding out of the funnel of the loco
motive up the line; f1ue 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 assume,
it held weird resemblance on the rails
and on the faces of the Woodworking
men to the stain of sorrow and sin on
the faces of the poor. There, too, it
chung wherever it lighted. Just, my
Lords and Gentlemen,i and Honorable
Boards, as that other strain will cling
where it lights, up and down the line Of
human life. f sErfs
1t was muggy morning. Everybody
admitted it--from the guard at the last
station, where he had affably accepted
Mr.. Pockiethwacky's fourpence for a
pint of beer, to Mr.. Pocklethwacky him
self, airily installed in an air cushion in
an airy second-class carriage, putting a
windy cigar and whistling the "Bonnie
House o. Airlie.n Mr.. Pocklethwacky
admitted the morning was muggy; in
fact, he stated so voluntarily. IA mug
gy morning, sir" said Mr.. Pockleth-
wacky to his opposite neighbor, a bene-
whiskers all round his chin.
The whisEer-rimmed man looked up
| from book he was reading. Mr.. Pock-
elthwacky, casting a glance at the vol
ume the other held, saw 1t was The
Book, open at the Proverbs of King Sol
ONION.
"Dampness cometh i'm the autumn
Imorning as the dews fly dowuwards ;
and sufficient for the day Is the evil
thereof" said tho whisker-rimmed man
"Your remark, sir, is what may call
pregnant with truth" said Mr.. Pock-
Iethwacky. Bearing which consider
alton in mind, sir, should say you was
inclined to a philosophising turn of
mind"
Il am the Proverbial Philosopher, an q
my words are the words of wisdom, -
returned The whisker-rimmed man.
"Wisdom sitteth at the street corners
and crieth to the passer by. 1t is sweet
to recognise glory in the blackbeetle,
and more than beauty in the butterfly.
Meaning Polly Perkins, sirPn
mo, sir, meaning nothing but Pro-
verbal PHILOSOPHY" said the whiskered
Imam.
| "Oh, indeed" remarked Mr.. Pockle.
thwacky disconnected. "Are you going
far, may | ask?"
I "The end of a journey is its destna-
ton and the conclusion Of most things
is termination. ] am going to knebs.
worth, where the liberality of genial al
fluence hath provided home for the
Senile Philosopher, said the whisker
| trimmed man.
The train sped EDWARDS. Through
ruts and ridges of undulating land; over
| low-lying tracts of desOlate marsh: by
| water-courses and land-courses above
shingle and sorrel and the spires of flash
| ing towns. The flue gathered and i'm.
creased; all the speed and the whirI and
clatter could not bear it down. No more,
my lords and gentlemen and honorable
boards, can the whirl and clatter you
make i'm the bOastful assertions of your
order, bear down the faint which fetters
the progress of the poor.
The train flies fast. Fast, your males
ty. Fast, my lords and gentlemen.
Fast, Right Reverends and Wrong Reeve :
rends of every degree. Fast, common
men and women, with human sorrow
and human sympathy in your hearts.
Aud flying thus around Us every day.