The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1866-11-21


But thou bringcst world-weary spirit
Sweet dreams ofits childhood once more:
Thy loneliness fills us with memories
OF all that was brightest and best
Thy peace and serenity offer
a foretastc OF Heavenly rest.
s'8riclS'' Poneroy's Account OF the
Great Meteoric Hail Storm.
My head will not be visible for a
week. / read i'll The almanacs that
on the 18th of November, A. d. 1866,
there was to be q grand shower of
meat or meteors from way up there
way down here, commencing at 3
O'Clock in the early part Of the a. IN.
The papers all said SO, too. The
wives, widows, children, cooks, cham
ber-maids, pretty girls and unpretty
girls all said SO. What meteor was
L knew not. AS the shower was
coming from the Little Bear, thought
1t was q sausage storm, which | could
bear. Thought it was sausage storm,
for the sages foresaw, or the four
sages saw it. Thought could meet
it with platonic emotion. Then I
found it was not meat, but shower
of stones in a liquid form. OF course
they were precious stones. SO said
the cook, the chamber maid, and
every body. I wanted some, so
resolved to be on hand.
Midnight came. The subscriber
sleeped not. Little Joseph, he slept
not because he was not sleepy. l
dozed till 2 o'clock in the a. M, and
in the bed, or words to that effect. /
wrestled with the ghost of five dozen
raw oysters, four pigs feet, a head of
cabbage, bottles Of catsup and ten
mugs OF ale. 1t was a severe wrestle
and broathed the free air of nv
native hills as it went marching on.
l arose at 2. 1t was the first rose Of
Autumn at that hour-I looked at my
watch. 1t was there. [ thanked the
Giver Of all good that 1 was not in
New York, when the brave, bountifnl
Butler, with his secondhand eve, was
there, OF my watch would have run
down to Lowell!
The meteor show was free show.
Reserved seats for ladies. / wanted
q front seat, and arose to onect! [
manufactured my toilet Ia General
Wasnburn, as he he tore it out of
Memphis like a phantom flag Of
truce. l would have made q good
ballet girl for the Black Crook, but
my waterfall was not constructed
right for the wear and tear of the
stage. lide Smyth I went upward
like Daniel in the lion institute, or
like Elijah with his skating park head.
arose through the skylight to the
dignity Of the roof. The morning
was III the dim distance-very much
that way. The twilight was colder
than the skylight, and L tried them
both. My opera glass was at my
uncle's-had been to three balls and
didn't returu!
Must have glasses. Took one
along in sections. The right-hand
barrel came to a focus on rye! The
left-hand barrel acted on cogniac! To
look through this style of upper-a-
glass, shut both eyes and open the
mouth. Through q dark glass things
are seen-at times. With this style
OF glass we had q slzy-light view.
sat on the roof. 1t was ''roof''
place to rest on. Not like come rest
IN this bosom to which we a-spi-rol OF
us. The air was foreign. 1t was
chill! But we were not q North O.
South q merry cuss for all that! Who
would be merry cuss, sitting on a
cold roof, dressed as [ was, waitin g
Tor something to turn up? [ dangled
1eet over the ledge. I saw stars over
head. looked up for once in my
lie, you bet. My neck ached. Then
tried the glasses-first one barrel,
then two. Above us were stars. /
saw stars on the street. They had
blue coats on. The stars overhead
winked at me when [ raised ..the
rye!' The stars below mo didn't
wink. They snored The stars over
head were in the milky way. The
stars below me were not in that wav
but in Broadway. They were not the
milky way style Of stars!
I saw dimly. My opera glass was
too strong. 1t made me nervous. /
looked about and saw much ghosts on
the roof. Felt quite grave. Felt
like coughin'! Many ghosts. Didn't
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