Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1868-06-08

The WEArHER AND THE LAGER.-It was
hot day yesterday, though not such a stun
ner as some of last weeks days. We do
not make this announcement in the idea
that no one but ourself discovered the fact.
Not at all. Yet with the recollection OF
perspiration running down our innocent
and Grecian nose in streams, we feel conf
petent to declare, 1t was hot day yester-
day. We wandered through the broiling
sun, and though the gentle bre,zes blew,
we thought of murmuring rills and purl-
ing streams, of deep, dark recesses in far
off forests where myriad beauties sport In
shapes fantastic. The thought made US
thirsty, and for relief we sought the cool
ing shades of Steefbine's lager beer sa-
loon, where in struggling capitals glare the
ominous words, pOSITIFFLY NO DRUsT,
words that strike fearful chill into the
breast of your loafer.
| Beside round table, whose under side
is arranged with little shelves for the con-
venience of those who would evade the
Sunday ordinances, with glass of beer bt =
fore him and smile upon his face, sat our
dear old friend Count Won Kroutuntspeck.
"Thou sweatest," murmured the count,
"seekest here, free from the rude world and
its cares, repose and cooling consolation p"
"Tis what we seekest," we replied taking
seat beside him.
''In what hollow tone you speak. Your
key is not natural, Fam sharp enough to
see that. Your falsetto pains me; the
oh Of hole
you have been to ia into sol. La, that
should say it, your life is fiat"
We wiped an ocean from our brow and
muttered ''as a pancake"
The count, you must understand, is a
singing hummer, and hence is very musical
in his remarks.''
Lets liquor up"
Blobbs Joined us. He entered humming
Ben Johnson's Drink to Inc only with
thine eyes," but kindly consented to take
lager in his'n.
Ah," said he, looking at US sadly, sal
most as much of shade as 1 am." Does
the Divine Willis verse apply:
Not poppy nor mandragora,
s;s.1T NOT al sn? ds9SSsy ,S syrup: ups OF the East, East
Thou knewest yesterday"
"To T." we answered.
His tone is clearer" said the Count
"let's have more of the rosy. What, no!
Without! tapster."
"Yaw, Ich vas gomin." said the landlord
as he approached with three foaming
tankards.
sand this, then, is lager" said we NOR
alizing, liquor at
(Which you prove no laggard," broke in
the count.
We paid no attention to his fearful pun,
but continues:
"A liquid at whose inspiration the Ger
man views his Fatherland again. As it
bubbles clear and fresh and brown within
the crystal. be sees the sleepy Rhine flow
ing past the hallowed rnins which stand
amid the vineyards around the villages
known to his youth; he hears the songs of
the peasant afield, and dreams of the ballad
poesY and goblin huntsmen, of the robber
knights and Undines, and the Brocken and
Walrurzis Night, and wierd fairy tales of
his childhood's home; he dreams of the
deeds of valor done by his forefathers on
himself prevented. as far as possible, by
American Radicals, from quaffing this cup
of tender reminisceLce in public upon the
first day of the week. They would abolish
thirst by law. To them it brings no touch
ing emotion, no chastened memories, moth
ing save an occasional headache. They
would give everything to the negro and
take from the German his greatest pleas
ures, his beer garden and his lager"
Blobbs looked at US queerly. "What
can minister to mind diseased or pluck
from memory rnated sorrozz2, ho asl-ad =as
we paid our reckoning and started.
'.Time" exclaimed the count, s'correct
old time-and tone-the system needs tone,
which comes in time. The entire body,
corporate, mental and physical, needs a
tonic. Therefore take we this beverage
which is Teutonic.''
Lieben Sc wohul? we enquired looking
at the gentle Blobbs as he sat before us
smoking, his red nose looming through the
cloud he was blowing, like double-ender
in fog.
"Come, my beloved" he said, as he
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drawing to close. Let us hunt our re-
spective places OF abode. 1 am satisfied
that our German friends have found the
way to true happiness. 1t consists in a
seat at round table. with plenty of lager,
and the gentle locusts singing in the
woods"
Thus ends our experience of the weather
and the lager.