The mountain Democrat., 1865-02-18

and plunges over stream and chasm and
nowhere was the face Of the earth more
adorned and beauti6ed hv mau's hand
Cultivation 'FeAled the highest mountains
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chapels to the rural gods, by noble tenn
Piles, by affairs under ancient trees, by en-
shrining secluded springs in marble, and
extending to them, through bene1cient
superstition, the protection Of heaven; for
fountains were esteemed sacred, because
they ministered to one Of the primary
wants of man. When the Greek was shut
up hopelessly in city, he created on his
window ledge garden for himself, either
if rich, in a silver basket, sculptured all
over with rustic imagery; or, if poor, in
one Of wood or osieF, where he -lostered
and allured into bloom the denizens of the
distant mountains and valleys.
IChPmberS's Journal.
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A THEATRICAL incident. Some years
ago, the manager Of "well regulated
theatre" somewhere along the line of the
Erie canal, engaged good.looking and
brisk young lady as a supernumerary.-
1t happened that the young lady in ques-
tion had formerly officiated in some ca
pacity as "hand on board canal boat, :"
fact that she was extremely anxious to
conceal. She evinced much anxiety to
master the details of the newly chosen
profession, and soon exhibited a more
than ordinary degree of comic talent
She was duly promoted, aud in time be-
came general favorite with both mana
ger and public. One night she was an.
nounced to appear in favorite part. A
couple Of boatmen fouEd their way into
the pit, near the footights, particularly
anxious to see the new comedienne. The
house was crowded, and, after the sub.
sidence Of the general applause which
greeted her appearance, one of the boat
men slapped his companion on the shoul
der, and with an emphatic expletive, ex
claimed, loud enough to be heard over
half the house:
Bill, know that gal y
'Pshaw,' said Bill, dry up
But I'm id If don't now Bill. It's
Sal Flukins as sure as you're born. She's
Old Flunkn's daughter that used to run
the Injured Polly, and she used to sail
with him
Tom said Bill, 'you're.a fool, and if
you don't stop your Internal clack. you'll
get put out. Sal Fukinsl You know a
sight if you think that's her.
Tom was sllenced, but not convinced
He watched the actress in all her motions
With intense interest, and ere long broke
out again:
! tell you, Bill, that is hcr-I know
It's. You can't fool mel know her too
we'll 7
Bill, who was good deal interested in
the play, was out Of all patience at this
persistent interruption on the part oi
Tom. He gave him tremendous nudge
with his elbow, as an emphatic hint fol
him to keep quiet. Tom, without mind
ing the 'admonition, said
You just wait-I'll fix her. KeeE
your eye on me-
Sure enough he did fix her. Watch
ing his opportunity when the actress was
deeply absorbed in her part, he sung out
in voice which rang through the gal
lcrics:
Low bridget!
Instantly, from the force Of habit, the
actress invOluntarly duckcd her head tc
avoid the ANTICIPATED collision. Down
came the'house with perfect thunder o
applause at the 'palpable hit,' high above
which Toms voice could be heard, as ht
returned Bills punch in the ribs Will
interest:
Didn't I tell ye, old ooy-I know't
twas her You couldn't fool me-