North Branch democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Pa.) 1854-1867, 1865-10-18
TOWN TALK.
"lf there's hole in a your coats
l rede ve tentit
A chiels amang yOu-takIng notes,
And, faith, he II prent it."

So We we're in hopes that we could say "au
quiet. his week, but We sorry to say that we
cannot. After two weeks Of soberness and quiet the
bucket OF good resolutions kicked over and the
whole mess wasted 1t seemed as if all nature was
milling at the reformation that was taking place ~
Tunkhannock The woods duffed their sober man.
tie of green and bedecked themselves with their
gayest and most variegated apparel and the pleas.
ant days OF Indian Summer gladdened the hearts of
all. We do not suppose that all this display was
made solely on this account, bat have an idea that
the leaves of the NAPLES took deeper tipee Of red
(perhaps the rudy glow that was wont to ornament
the now paling noses of some was transferred n
them,) and the oaks and beach trees assumed 4
still brighter hue of orange. If dame nature in her
exuItatIon was gui ty of this little piece of VANITY
she will now 'hide her diminished head in shame,
over what occurred on Saturday night S,ne PEI,
pie would have undoubtedly thought it funny Per
haps 1t was. The awkward, uncontrolled motions
OF crowd OF druo ken men, is most laughter NOV
ing sight to lover Of The ridiculous and it could
have abundanty satisfied then and there
Oaths, shouts, and obscene language could be heard
at least square from the dlsgraceful scene The
beverage which is supposed to gladden. the hearts
and warm the stomachs of our Johnny Bull cousins.
proved himself to be any thing but good man and
citizen. And We are disposed to account for the
cloud which since then has hung over the face of
that mountain that its lofty head east oftown
by thinking that feeling of shame for its unworthy
and degenerate mortal namesakes causes it, to veil
Its face In sorrow, The good natured and obliging
landlord would add more 10 the reputation of hi.
establishment, by not permitting his house to be
made the scene of such disgusting orgies
cg~ The Canal seems to Re filing up very slowly
at this point The water has been in two weeks
now and we have been expecting to hear the well
come taut-a-ra of the bostman's horn tor some time
but nary taut, has as yet greeted our lis ening ear
The cold nights and mornings that we are having
are very productive of blue noses and cold toeses
and the genial warmth of good coal fire is decided
ly luxurious well as costive
sg~ We picked up the following delicious little
morceau, by the author of Maud Muller. which for
its elegant and beautiful simplicity and purity, we
have seldom seen equaled --t
She rose from her delicious sleep.
And put sway her soft brown hair
And in tone as low and deep
As loves first whisper breathed prayer.
Her snow-whie HANDS together pressed,
Her blue ewes sheltered in the lid
The folded linen the breast
Just swe ling with the charms it hid;
And from her long and flowing dress,
Escaped bare and snow, foot
Who's step upon the earth did press
Like a w-fake soft and mute
And then, from slumhers soft AMI warm.
Like young split fresh-froni Heaven, .
She 10 we'd that light aud matchiess form
And humby prayed to be forgiven" >