The daily clarion. [volume] (Meridian, Miss.) 1863-1866, 1866-03-20

The San Francisco A,tl Californian has a
C correspondent III Sonora who seems to have
inherited the mantle of poor John Phnnix's
ghost ProOf,-read the following, his last
misSIve:
To Mr.. Mark Twain-The within person.
whom have sOt topOetry under the name and
style of He Done His Level Best" was one
among the whitest men / ever see, and it
amt every man that knowed him that can
find 1T III his heart to say he's glad the pore
cuss IS busted and gone home to the States.
lie was here In an early day, and he was
the handiest man about takin' holt of any
thing that come along you most ever see,
Judge; he was a cheerful sterTln' creature,
always dom something, and no man can say
he ever see him do anything by halves.
Prcachin' was his material gait, but he
wern't a man to lay back and twiddle his
thumbs because there didn't happen to be
uuthIn dom III his own cSpesbIaI line. No,
sir he was Il man who would meander forth
and stir up something for himself. His last
act was to 90 his pile on kings and'-(cal-
culatiu@ to fin, but which he didn't fill)
when there was FLUSH ont again him,
and materially YOU sec. he went under; and
so he was cleaned ont, as yOu may say, and
he struck the home trail, cheerful, but fiat
broke | 1nowed this talented man in Ar
kansaw and if YOU would print this humble
tribute to his goTgis abilities you would
greatly oblecge.
TIE DONE HIS LEVEL BEST.
Waz he a mining on the flat
He done ~ vith a rest;
Was he a leader Of the choir
lie done hs level best.
If he'd a regular task to do
lie never took a res.
Or If twas off and on, the same
He done his level best
II he was preaching on his beat,
He d tramp from East to West
And North to South in cold and heat
He done his level best
He'd curse and sing and howl and pray
And dance and drink and jest
Aud lie aud steaI-al one to him
He done his level best.
Whatecr this man was set to do,
He done IT, with a Zest
No matter what his contract was,
He done his level best
The following, says the Sunny South, is
an inscription i'll the cemotry at Scooba:
rho TOttin
not tuRgoTTOn'
but it badly comes up to the one we remem-
Der reading in Il village church yard in
Georgia,
"opin yer les
for here lies
all that ken rot,
rite where she SOt
when she wus happy
Our Liza Jane
kalled home again
To jine hur pappy
Live so that you
and may tn
Jine them aud forever pray
agin the chills and kolera."
Sheridan was one day much annoyed
by fellow-member of the House of
Commons, who kept crying out every
few minutes, "hear, hear" During the
debate he took occasion to describe a
political contemporary that wished to
play rogue, but who only had sense
enough to act fool. "Where," exclaimed
he with great emphasis, where shall we
find a more knavish fool or more
foolish knave than he p Hear, hear"
was shouted from the troublesome mem
Der. Sheridan turned round, and thank
ing him for the prompt information, sat
down amid a general roar Of laughter.
Dyed on Monday last of Jet black,
Mr. Jas. Grizzlewig's whiskers, in the
2Sth year of their age, sincerely regret
ted by all who knew them.
Also, on the same day, Miss McFlim
sey merino shawl, aged Is years.
No need ofurn or tablet here,
To whisper to us, "Thou vert dear