The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1868-01-08

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Should you ask US why this dunning,
Why these sad complaints and murmurs,
Murmurs loud about delinquents .:
EWho have read the paper daily,
Read what they have never paid for, -
Read with pleasure and = with profit,
Read Of State affairs and prospects, -,
Read OF news both home and foreign, -,
Read the essays and the poems,
Full of wisdom and Instruction. -.
Read the table Of the markets,
Carefully corrected weekly -
/ Should you ask US why this duuning,
We should answer, we should tell you,
| From the printer, from the mailer, .sr.-
From the '1abouring paper maker,
From the landlord, from the carrier.
From the man who taxes letters,
With stamp from Uncle Samuel
/ S'Uncle Sam" the rowdies -cah him; ~
From them all there comes a message,
/, A message kind but firmly spoken, -.
t"Please to pay US what you owe u.s."
Sad Is to hear such message, -
WASH apqa GaRe nSsa S fas sf d.
When the greenbacks all have vanished,
Gone to pay the paper-maker,
HOHe 10 pay tue EOlifDR printer,
Conc to pay the telcgrapher, -. =
Gone to pay the little carrier,
Gone to pay the faithful, mailer - -
Gone to pay Uncle Samuel.
Uncle Sam the rowdies call him -
Gone to pay the correspondents, =. -.
Two and fifty thousand dollars !
!: Sad it's to turn our ledger, -.
Turn the leaves of this old ledger.
/ Turn and see what sums are due us,
Due efor.volumes long since ended,. ;-
Due for years Of pleasant reading,
Due for years of .toilsome labour,.' 81,
Due despite our constant dunning,
Due in sums Of ten and twenty. -.
Would you lift burden from US
( Would you drive O spectre from you? t
Would you taste pleasant slumber !?
Would you have quiet conscience
Would you read.a paper paid for z - =
Send US money-send us money,
Send us money-send US money;
Send the money that ycu owe US
4 gentleman, whose modesty was too
great for his happiness, was walking one
Summers day through a wood with q
lady, to whom he longed but feared to
offer his hand and heart. Ie had
,scbemed and maneuvred enough for ten
diplomatists to draw her away alone
from the picnic where they bad met, and
now he durst not speak for the life oil
him. But the. silence had become EN-.
,bsrrassing and at last be yen:ured on a
hint:
clark !''-hc cried, suddenly stopping.
"Do you hear that bird singfng?"
"Yes," replied the lady.
"Do you catch what it says?"
'No, | cannot say that do"
"Well, it says, ! loveyou Ilove you,
as plainly as possible"
"Dear me, how oddH' replied she ;
and they walked on again in Silence for
little way:
Presently the lady in her turn stopped
& "How funny !" she said: "Do you
hear what that other bird says?"
"No; whatl' asked the man.
"'Why, it seems to ne to say, Show
it. show it, show it,"
That landed him.
It will require close study or
thorough previous acquaintance with
Worcester to take in the full meaning of
the following extract from an obituary
notice of an editor
CATER little more than the century's
noontids, living years as social cenobite,
his hoarest age spent, in abjuration of
all companionship and coterie life
enescence whose caudcity was the green
est and most indisputable dorage-he is
at last sarcophagated with the old men
of past time-and we mourn him as we
wall those who have gone down to their
inbumation in fullness Of years, and no
Of the bonors of the calling in
which he was both a Nestor and
master hand"
A misfortunate Fenian, by name Tom
Donovan was severely hurt. His friend,
Tim Murphy, heard the doctors talking
of the injuries:
He had, d,.they said, a compound COM
minuted confused fracture of the tibia,
fracture Of the cranium and an
abrasion of the os fronts. Tim listened,
awe stricken. Phil Donohue came
quickly to know how Tom was. bad
enough !" said Tim, "bad enough! The
ioctors-heaven he praised for larnin'-
nave tould me all about it. He's dead
nan. All his Latin parts are wounded,
md he won't live foive minits."