The Valley Virginian. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1865-1895, 1867-01-30

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spellin class an ''Readin-made aisey"
couldn't be whipt playin aEon an Geese,
I larned the principles Of politeness il
the universal spcllin book" an wild thai
my poor father an mother were quite sat
isGed, for they had kind O venerashur
for my Lord Chesterfield. My conduct
always aisy and free, is always discussed
by the 'sgoodly wise an I am seriously
afraid twill be yet the runashun ONE
Those saints are so much taken up with
my moral affairs that they are allowir
their own to run wild, an more's the pity
Wild NE,
Life is all a yarlorum,
regard not how it goes,
Let them boast about deeerum,
Who have characthures to lose
You have rough picthure Of your new
correspondent, an as Peggy Daley sed
when she put on her new cap-s'how dc
you like it dear p
10 your readers now make my most
graceful Coagee an wish EN- the top othe
mornin
What a quare cra.hure man is when
you come to look at him right, wouldn't
one think | was in a huMor to write love
sonnets to angels-not those winged Gus
toners above, but one hundred and fifty
pounds in crinoline here below. [ love
them to be shure but what can love do in
mornin like this when the wind comes
snortin an roarin around like Phil Man
gan's mule more musical than dacent. !
am sittin alone by a cheerful fire, listin to
each gust as it dashes against the broken
windy panes the loose snow that fell in
mornin. The voice of the past comes on
the wierd Sough to my soul and calls up to
my view the dear ones [ knew of old down
in the fowerry valley Of my years. !
look out at the cold; gray sky above, the
white mountains around, and my heart is
filled with desolation. Thank God! q
friend comes in to interest my medita-
shuns. "What are you writin Terry?" si2
he. Il don't know what yet" siz I, fol-
commence to write down your thoughts is
like startin on a journey, you know where
you begin but you cant say where you'll
stop. "I'll tell you what you'll do siz he.'
The eyes o'the world are on you since you
tuck to letthcr writin an your forthune is
in your own bowld hands" and paused
Man siz / to myself is the same every
where, an there is no needof goin to Greece
or Jirusalim to see human nathure when
we have so much Of it in Fizzletown an
the Fizzletownmens twill be bright page
in our country's history, my former pre-
JUDGES I'll lave behind me an paint things
jest as they are. And now for Fizzletown
what Burns said Of Scotch girl applies
to it.
mature made it what it is,
And niver made anither.o
7 It takes its name from a little sthrame
called the Flsale by some shulin wag, tho
perhaps it was once known by some out
landish ingin name as respectable as any
in "Hya-what-a." [ know not where il
comes from or where it goes to-an in truth
[ don't care traneem. Mountains are ev-
cry where around lookin for all the world
like the waves o'the say, mutherin high
and wild and huntin one another for pure
sport. The appearance Of the town re.
sembles the characther of the inhabitants
modest an unassuming like Kitty Dinip
sey when accused Of kissin her cousin
Jake. Kitty knew nothin about the sin
o'kissin-not she, how could she and the
good people here are innocent of guile o,
pride-to be shure they are, why shouldn'
they The town is laid off OF the plan Of
Chipywaw city in Einasota, where Major
Tewkesbury, the Englfshman, went out
wild maps in his hands to see his lots, you
know the rest. We have stores in galore
where everything is sowld from McCor
mick reaper to dose Of saltz. A post
office, hotel and institute Of larnin-high-
ly imminint, a blacksmith shop three
miles away, a church-in my eye like Mol
Martins wit, law clerks an telegraph OPP
perators in abundance, but laid up on the
shelf like an armless soldiers slave. A
debatin society holds its meetins every
night, like some Of our lady-snuf-rubbin
convinshuns, where the characters Of
evil DOORS are exposed to the eye Of var
tuous indignashun Though the popula-
ton is small, you imagine there's all kinds
Of people here. One man reminds you
Of Carletins discripshun of DAILY Skin
nader the faninil mail marchent, mid one
eye he can shed tears for your distresses,
while the other eye is filled wild delight at
the profit that springs from, poverty. Two
States they say claim the honor of his
birth and am thinkin that like Luke
Moore in the ovid country who it was sed
was born in two counties, swore by jabers
twas a lie for his mothers bed was on the
diyidin line Of both, for conveyance he
was a TIP or a Limerick man jist as it
suited. Literry men We have here also,
one graduated in some college, now thanks
to the war as defunct as Paddy Blakes
dead jackass, for if that place of lafnin
was still in bein it would discard him. on
the plea that it never undertook to teach
fools. He has the literry SPAWN now an
thin. If you talk plain English he viii
cry "Brogue;" talk common sense an he'll
slap you in the teeth with Latin an Greek
On main street he's Beau Nash at
table Brummell-in dress q Dorsey
without a Blerserton, in little talk he's at
home an his opinion Of merit rests on how
you handle knife and fork at table.
20 wad some power the gift to give us!
To see. ourselves as others see us,
It wad fd money blunder free US,
An foolish noshun.'
Nathure when she produced him was
playin a game of firtashun wild her own