The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1868-03-04

up Will US, puS We pay our uanu any
how, and lead off with
I've wandered through the village Tom,
Along with Anna Lee,
To listen to the mocking bird,
In the cottage by the sea.
Reid'S bay mare can't be beat
While coming through the rye;
Let me kiss him for his mother,
Says the spider to the fly.
The colored girl and poor old Ned
Now swell our national song;
I'd offer thee this hand of mine
But take your time Miss Long.
I'm lonely since my mother died
Susanna, don't you cry;
We're all nodding through the world,
Then root, hog or die.
Hark! I hear an angel sing,
Ah daddy, he's struck lie
We're coming, father Abraham,
Along with Annie Lyle,
The song my mother used to sing.
The wearing of the green
The girl left behind me
To-day is sweet sixteen.
The nice young man and Fairy Belle
Are swinging in the lane
The captain with his whiskers
Has marrying on the brain.
We will rally round the flag boys,
For Johnny stole the ham
Yankee Doodle, Hail Columbia!
And don t care a-cent.
Aren't there more Mr.. Trepid's than
one? We should not be surprised, fact
is. we know it. Hear him and then saw
if The cap dees not fit somebody you
know, reader:
How are you, Trepid? How do you
feel Mr.. Trepid? A great deal worse
than was, thank'ee, most dead I am
obliged to you /; l am always worse than
| was, ard l don't think | was ever bet
ter. I am very sure, anyhow am not
going to be any better; and for the fu
ture you may always know I'm worse
without asking any questions, for the
questions make me worse if nothing else
does.
Why Trepid what's the matter with
you? Nothing, I tell You, in particular,
but great deal is the matter with me
in general and that's the danger, be-
cause we don't know what it is That's
what is killing me. My great grand
father died oft, and so will I. The doc.
tors don't know, they can't tell; they
say | am well enough, when am bad
enough, so there's no help. am going
off some of these days, right after my
grand father, dying Of nothing in partic-
ular, but of everything in general. That's
what finishes our folks.
The two boys of whom this old story
is told, have no doubt climbed to the top
round of the ladder in editorial life long
ago. For good off-hander the story
can't be beat. They were both late at
school, pedagoguc was partial to one, but
severe to the other:
Said he, you must have heard the bel
boys; why did you.not come? please,
sir sal i the favorite, 1 was dreamin
that was goin to Californy, and
thought the school bell was the steam
brat bell as l was g"in' in Very we'll,
Sir, said the master, glad Of any pretex'
to excuse his favortc; and now sir,
(turning to the other, what have you to
say please, sir said the puzzled boy
II, I was waitin' to See Tom off,
Shoost right is tic old dutchman, who
said
Shut your eyes and listen nit me.
Veil; de first night open store I,counts
de monies, and finds nix right. l count
him and dere be tree dollar gone, and
vat does yer tink I does den? 81 can't
say" IVY, did not count him any
more, and he comes out shoost right
ever since.
And so was Brown. We know one o.
more Jenkinses hereabouts, who we beg
to read this with profit.
Jenkins is iuquisitive, very-tbere are
good many people like him-and he
sometimes is snubbed. He said to Brown
the other day, whats your income?'
Brown replied-"I make $4,000 year
1000 by minding my own business
and 81 900 BY letting other peoples bus
iness alone"
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