Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1867-01-24
NEW YORK.
Rim van Wrinkle Rc.Awnkened.

Speeia Correspondence n dc Daily Commercial.
New YORK, Jan. Is, SCI.
There's nothing like a good old fashioned
humor, and we have it this morning in ''lots
TO suit customers from one TO four feet
deep. This remark is made of the snow but
can he applied pro rata to the humor. Look
Mt all the faces you mect--they all shine.
Whether they want to ornot, the fun OF see
ing the ridiculous figures other people cut in
plunging through the drifts. and the healthy
exertion necessary to getthrough themselves
| q mean to get themselves through puts II
cheerful, happy glow on cverybody's face.
AS the ga0lin goes from house TO house
shoveling the snow into the streets and the
sixpences into his pockets, his eyes glisten
with delight as he gloats on the sight of the
| forth coming ten cent opera OF to night. so
! too glisten the eyes of Monsieur Equine. the
| polite little Frenchman who keeps the livery
stable, as in prospective, he rolls into his
pocket-book the grecnbacks OF young Fitz-
foodlc and Soithcad. And none the less
bright are Clara anG Blanche, as they com
| pare notes and are SO sure ola delightful ride
this eve. Such is snow life.
! notice one of your Wilmington hopefuls
| who has probably found himself in the pre-
dicament pictured in the lines in question,
and who was too "o'er young" to know
how to extricate himself therefrom, is dcsi-
rous of asceraining the author of
'1IIow happy could he with either,
Were the other dear charmer away"
Doesn't the well read Literary Editor OF
the COMMERCIAL know Moore than to keep
him in suspense! One correspondent has
already assured us that the lines are from
Gays Bcggars' Opera. What does r. Y.
| L., 81 .tp tfiaati lam
Has my long silence led you to suppose
that, in order to be in keeping and my name,
have gone into Rip Van Wrinkle sleep OF
twenty years! Or, (but better still for you
and your readers y perhaps you think Ihavt
shuiiled oil this mortal coil, and you are con.
graduating yourselves upon an escape from
my squbs Nay, not so. Rip Van Wrinkle
is not dead nor yet sleepcth In proofwhcrc
of have hereunto set my hand, and am
Yours, RIP VAN WRINKLE.
p. s. .iEropos Of the mortal coll,
mentioned above, | must tell you story o
my friend, the interchangeable \, For a wecl
past his sleep o nights has been restless ant
broken; his days have been spent in wan
dering up and down the face of the earl
(id est BroudUoy,) with wild and bag
gard men, and fierce and bloodshof eyes
At times he would smic his breast and brow
and twirl his moustachc with frantic Wig
or. His appetite, also, was completed,
demoralzed; he ate nothing save ea-nuts
but those he dcyoured with rapacious ayidi
ty, and his drink was pure o. d. v. as TN
French have it. Those Of his friends Wit
= did not know him so well as do, entertain
ed serious fears for his mental equilibrium
but knew him well, lIoratio and told then
to fear not, for he would YET live to be al
!. honor TO his sex and bright and shining
. light in the circle around which he swung
# Last night about twelve o'clock the crisi
was reached, and was awakened by M nm
u earthly laugh and an lIerculean dig in til
ribs-both coming from the \ cited X-wh
$ wanted to know--(the first word he ha
spoken for u week )-.' whether Miss Came
r liza Pshawdie, whose physicians report sh
has danced herself to DEATH could not b
+. said to have shu0ed off her mortal coil
| told him thought she could-which M
!, swer appeared to satisfy him, and his dee
. and regular breathing soon indicated hi
!. sleep TO DC once more calm, peaceful, an
). healthy. This morning he appeared al 70
call and drew his rations asquickly as thong
= nothing X traordinary had occurred to ma
. the even tenor of his way. Il. V. w.