The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1868-04-30

raised sweet potatoes for the Gin
einnati market tl-,4r ..s.I,
About questions civil, religious,
or any other kind, l do not care to
debate. Nothing is gained by de-
-nouncing any system, sect or no
ton. Let the world wag is my mot
to, but while it is wagging, 1 must
be allowed to look on, and to laugh.
or cry, just as the notion takes me.
Who would deny me my little com
fort, the little take in this great
world If / was wise like some
people, I think l would be contin
ually happy, but l am continually
harassed with the thought that |
know I know nothing, at least know
nothing Alright. Either the world
is a fool or | am one, and as / am a
republican I bow to the majority,
and agree that the world may rule,
that is until I can outvote it. 1t
cannot be denied but that we are
making great strides toward refine
ment and perfection. The step Of
the New Workers. Giant is nothing
to compare to the steps we are ma
king. Why, we now live to be thir-
ty years old, on an average, aud if
we go on with our schemes of civ
| ilization we viii die before we are
born directly; be literally civilized
out of existence. That may be the
millennium that is coming after all.
! Doctor Cummings can make the
calculation, we'll come within three
seconds of it, and all this brings to
my mind another little affair that
will relate.
A good minister travelling in East
Tennessee stopped at the house of
a widow lady and her son, for din
ner. Now it happened that an old
gentleman named Lord lived in the
neighborhood with his daughter,
and that the widows son, a blush
ing, backwoods youth, was deeply
in love with the young lady. When
the meal was over the minister
showed his chair back, and thinking
probably that he ought to do some
thing in the way of reccmpensing
the people for his entertainment
began '.5
SMy dear young man do you love
the Lord 2"
"W ell-no,'' replied the young
ster, stammering, 'can't say that ]
care very much for the old gentle.
man, but-but-I think a heap OF
Sary."
All Of which a literary man must
Irecord. Who wouldn't be a genius
How pleasant it is to be seized with
an idea about midnight, and to gel
out of bed softly to write it down
but where's the lamp. All! there
goes the paragoric bottle and spoor
upon the floor.
! Wife-"Scat."
"It's me, my dear; I've got al
idea. Where's the lamp?''
Wife-"Got an idea, have you
well, I've got one too. I've an ide:
: you won't live two years longer i
you don't stop this eternal nigh
writing. Why don't you write ii
the daytime, and sleep at night, lik'
} other men? you-are-
And SO the thing goes on. Ant
, this puts me in mind of how th'
question was once popped, and
may as well relate it here, and thel
stop for this time. A widower wa
counting a very blushing widow
who had one dear little three yea
cid incumbrance, and being back
ward about matters-as widower
generally are-he seized an oppor
tunity one day to pop the question
in an entirely original as well a
satisfactory manner. Having tn
) child in his arms and tossing it abou
) for he was very fond of children, h
sidled up to the widow, and gettin.
the little one in a tossing position
he began:
"Do you think'' Cup went th
child) "your mother" (up) "woul'
i like" (up) Ito marry (up).
: He then handed that which lis a
; encumbrance at that time to th
! widow, and she nearly butted tn
l youngsters brains out against tn
ceiling as she replied
!, "Tell him. (up) eyes" (up).
All of which is true; if it were no
true had not told you