The Van Buren press., 1866-06-09
Budget Of Scissorings.
Love the Old.
M l.. VIRGINIA SMITH.


Within the snnkeh eve, where dwells
The light Of other days"
10 fold the pale and feeble hand
That on my youthful head -. .|
Has lain so tenderly the while
The evening prayer was said.
To nestle down clio Sc to the heart
And marvel how it held
Such terms Of legendary lore,
The chronicles Of Kid.
Oh Youth, thou hast so much of joy,
So much of life and love
SO many hopes-Age has but one,
The hope u bliss above
Tnrn awhile from these away
To cheer the old and bless
The wasted heart strings with stream
Of gushing ten derness.
Thou treadest now the path Of bloom,
And thine exuting soul
Springs proudly on as though it Knocked
At Times unfelt control
But they have marched q weary way,
Upon a thony road
Then soothe the toll spirits, ere
They pass away to God
Yes, love the aged--bow before
The venerable form,
So soon to seek beyond the sky
shelter from the storm.
Aye, love them let thy silent heart
With reverence untold
Aspilgrims very near to Heaven,
Regard and love the old
- Mr.. Justice Page was renowned for
his ferocity upon the bench. While riding
circuit, faeetious lawyer named Grove,
was asked if the judge was not just be
hind. 81 don't know" said Grove, "but
if he is, am sure he was never just be-
FORE"
-" How dreadful that cigar smells !"
exclaimed Cushing to companion "why
it's an awful smelling thing p
"Oh, no, it's not the cigar that Smells,
was the reply.
"What is it then % inquired Gushing.
"Why, it's your nose that smells, of
course that's what noses are made for. )"
- Artemus Ward tells good story
concerning the production of the Lady of
Lyons, at Salt Lake City Theatre. An
aged Mormon arose, and went out with his
twenty -four wives, ang1ily saying" that he
wouldn't sit and see play where a man
made such cussed fuss over one woman. +"
title post office in our village" !"
writes Vermont lady, " was kept in the
bar-room Of the tavern-a great resort for
loungers. An old chap, more remarkable
for his coarseness and infdelity than his
good manners, was sitting there one day,
with lot of boon companions, when the
Methodist preacher, new conner, entered
and asked for letters.
"Old Swipes asked bluntly, Are you
the Methodist parson just come hear to
preach?'
al am pleasantly replied the minis
ter.
"Well,' said Swipes, will you tell
me how old the devil is 2 V
I" Keep your own family record retCr-
ned the preacher, and left the room amidst
the roar Of the company"
willie in the ncighborhood Of Dutch
Gap Canal, Gen. Butler received informa
ton that his hvorite horse, Almond
Eye" had been accidentally killed by fall
ing into ravine. Upon the departure of
tho informant, he ordered an Irisbman to
60 and skin him.
"What! is Almond Eye dead ?" ask
ed Pat. .y
"What is that to you? Do as l bid
you and ask no questions"
Pat went about his business, and in an
hour or two returned. t.8 lf'l j
"Well. Pat, where have you been all
this time ?" .
Skinning the horse, your honor"
docs it take nearly two hours to per-
form such an operation ?"
"No, yer honor, but yer see it tuck
about half an hour to catch him."
"Catch him fire and furies !! Was he
alive ."
"Yes, yer honor, and you know coald
mot skin him alive"
"Skin him alive did you kill him q
"To be sure did You know l must
obey orders without asking any ques
tons
General Butler eyed his servant with
such a malicious look that Pat thought HI
meditated skinning an Irishman alive ir
&evenge for the death Of his horse.
-" One meets with curious people,
said a wag, the other day to friend.
"In what way - inquired the latter
suspicious Of being sold.
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