The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1865-11-15

minutes after we saw him, her, or it,
as the case may be. Two others took
bath in the inkstand. Another one,
with bill like the devils narrative,
was trying to wind our watch with q
pen-wiper, while another had Just
died as he was sitting on the rim of a
dish in the room, trying to chant
Mother. I've come home to die -
Poor skeeter. A nice skeeter, "but
twas pity he drank" An old vete-
ran with q paunch full of 'alf and 'alf
blood and whiskey-sat on the table
reading Les Miserables, while his wife
WAS under the table trying to mend
her broken wing with impsy tooth
pick. She looked disguised. Another
one combed his hair with Il paper
of pins, tied n piece Of white paper
about his neck, pasted a five cent in
fernal revenue on his rump, and died
like loyal citizen. His last words
were
''Tell the Traitors all around yor, &C., &c"
Another drunken scamp has just
started out of the window for John
B. Cough, OF stomach pump. A
worse behaved set of hummers We
never saw. They have acted fearful
About two thousand lie about dead,
but sadness seemed not to break in
upon their hilarious rioting upon
blood and whiskey. Half dozen of
them sat on our new hat playing draw
poker, using worm lozengcs for checks,
while one of them got clean busted
by making q fifty dollar blind good
IL, al, 1,,'t II
will be apt to wear cotton socks next
winter, and keep away from church
on collection days.
Another sat on the top of brandy
bottle reading Baxter's Call to the
Unconverted, while his partner lay
dead at his feet, evidently forced to
close doors by the failure of Ketchum
& Son, of New York Six others
were trying to hang one that looked
like a Copperhead to the corner of a
match safe, but as they were drunk
and he sober, it is not safe to bet on
his being dangled. They have eaten
the beef-drunk the blood and whis-
key-drilled plate full of holes-and
on the centre table organized Son
of Malta lodge, using five cent shin
plaster for blanket, in the act cnti-
tied the elevation of Man
Another red-belhed leader of the
Miss Keeter family had a battalion of
drunken bummers on the edge of a
spittoon, watching him jam fur over
coat into his left ear he was foolish
foolish enough for brigadier- gener-
al or a member Of Congress. A little
cuss with black legs, crimson stomach
and double-jointed bill, was vomiting
in satin slipper, while his wife, u
sickly looking lady Of her tribe, was
gnawing at the bed post, thinking it
q bologna. Another one, evidently
an Id maid, sat under the sofa milk
ing 4 cat, while her sister WAS crowd
ing i pair of woolen drawers into her
waterfall, singing in subdued strain :
''Come rest in this Losom!'
We have applied for season ticket
front seat.
Another one, with certificate OF
marriage over his head, in the shape
Of welt the size Of candle-mould,
was dancinga fandango with two mos
quito virgins on q watch crystal,
while deacon in one of their churches
sat playing old siedge with Il cork
screw, to see which should go for a
gin cock tail An artistic delegate
was standing on his head in cham
pagne tumbler, one hind leg run
through his under jaw, while with the
other he was pointing out the road to
Richmond to Il lot of skeets still
drunker than himself, which were
sitting dog fashion on the pillow. We
should say it was gay party-quietly
so. .1Talk about shows, concerts. dog
fights, amputations, circusses, negro
funerals, draw poker, sparkling, OF
other amuscments, there is nothing
to be compared to Il flock Of mosqui