The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1867-08-03

Meyers, Esq, the talented editor of the
Gazette, oil. Tate, Capt. Jacob Reed
John p. Reed, ESQ.,, Isaac Mengel, the
gentlemanly proprietor of the s'Mengel
House," one of the best kept hotels in
the State, and the Democratic candidate
for County Treasurer, K. F. Kerr, Esq,
the District Attorney of Bedford cOun-
ty and candidate on the Democrat
ic ticket this fall for the same position;
j. w. DickersOn, Esq, Capt. Tom Ly-
Ons and host Of others.
We will add that visitors to the
Springs who wish to economize in their
expenses, can get excellent board at the
hotels in the town at q moderate price,
or at the Arrandale House, a hand
some new hotel just finished on the road
to the Springs, or at the "Chalybeate
House" abont one mile northeast of
Bedford. The latter house is situate at
the "Chalybeate Spring." and is very
handsome hotel, admirably kept by
VIM. ChenoWeth.
GRANDMOTHER GRUNIBLE.-MeS
EilHOrS:-"It takes all kinds of people
to make up the world" This remark
was made by some eminent philoso-
pher, but whether it was Plato, or Con-
fuciuS, or DeS CarteS, or Jean Paul, or
somebody else, / am unable to say. OF
this, however, am sure, that if it did
not "take all kinds of people to make
up the world" there would be no room
on this mundane~sphere for the Grand
mother Grumble who writes the 90
Gals" for the Bedford Inquirer. Did
you ever see such a snappish, snarling,
sniveling, snuffiing apology for man
as the fellow (excuse the masculine
gender, for Grumble, though grand
mother, is said to be of that persuasiOn)
who gets up those things? He reminds
one of a teething baby, squalling,
squealing, spewing on this person and
befouling that, and if he were not
grandmother in pantaloons, people
might easily take him to be a cross brat
in the pangs of dentition. Now he
pitches into the Bedford Springs and
muddies with his foulness, the healing
waters of our delightful Spa. Private
property has no sanctity in his eyes and
he threatens to smash things to smith
Greens, if people don't regulate their
own estates to suit his peculiar notions.
The proprietors of the Springs must do
as this Grandmother Grumble dictates,
or the squalls will be intolerable. The
water-tax is taken off, and 10! the strut
and Swagger and puffed-up air of this
self-conceited scribbler. His whole
mien land mean enough he is, to be
sure) has written over it, I did it.!
Now, his great goggle-eyes, those owl
optics that can't bear daylight, get
little dirt in them from a passing
"hack," and off he darts to indite 90
cal" about the dust created and high
prices charged by the hack-men.
Grandmother Grumble is perpetually
growing about the hack-men. They
refuse to haul Grandmother's carcass
to and from the eSprings, free of charge;
that's what's the matter. The hack
men can't do it. They can't afford to
make every few fence corners along the
road station, either for the benefit of
Grandmother or any other man. So
grumble away, Granny, and wall and
whine and whimper about "the dust"
(but come down with it if you want
to ride) and moan and humble and
mutter about their high prices Us cents
a passenger) just as much as you please.
The hack men will be even with you
some day, though you may get some
boot. Waiting till Grandmother grum-
bles again, 1 remain Yours Serenely,
QUI?