The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-12-29

whisky was soon ia circulation. The
partners in the dance were speedily
selected and artisticalIy arranged.
The fiddle struck up lively tune,
and 'sall went merry, as a marriage
bell"
Soft eyes looked love to eyes that spake
again."
i Set followed set in rapid succession,
and all felt there could be
:. No rest till morn when youth and beauty
To chase the flying hours with ninbIe
feet" sHb
AS the fiddle vibrated and the
dancers went through their may evo-
buttons, Mrs. Jones sat apart, listen
ing to the soul-inspiring tones of the
rusty instrument, and observing the
sprightly,, graceful movements of her
amiable offspring and her complaisant
guests. Imagination led her gently
backward to her youthful days, when
her blood was thicker and her mus
Giles stronger, and when such sport
was Just to her taste and capacity.
The bodily man, however, Is not i'm
mortal, nor are iddlers as tclass ex-
empt from the pains of fatigue, or
proverbial for untlring capabllity of
manual exertion.. The violinIst of the
part" grew tired of his performance.
nor could the most liberal allowance of
| whisky straight, or whisky luke
warmly liquefed and pleasantly edul-
corated, mollify him so as to
accommodate the company with a
/ yaIedietory tune. He was used up,
exhausted, kerfumuxed; and rolling
up his precious musical instrument,
and hiccoughing a surly good night,
he took bis departure, followed by the
smothered, watchful anathemas of the
indefatigable but disappointed and de-
serted dancers. The party held to-
gether till the extract of cor" was all
consumed, when it broke up, all the
guests leaving but the son and the
daughter-in- law. After mirth comes
heaviness, says the wise Solomon;
and the proverb satisfactorily proves
that in his lifetime there must have
been a MrseJones in Israel, and she
must have given social party" The
mother In the sweet society of heI
i darling children felt her heart be-
coming sad, while her hopeful son,
his brain maddened and soul hardened
by the potent liquor he had imbibed
began a very unfilial and ungrateful
alteration. elimination followed
elimination, the daughter in law
. taking sides with her husband, anC
the daughter meekly and feebly de,
Tending the mother, thus illustrating
the adage, My son is my son till be
gets him wife, but my daughter il
my daughter all her life. At length
the unnatural sou, growing furious al
the wordy war waxed warm, knocked
his poor, old, emaciated mother tC
the floor. while his wife began to try
the strength of her mother in-law's
cranium by introducing it to the toe
of her boottee. Mrs. Jones cried
Justly for help, when her fellowten'
ant, Mr.. Washington Fitzallen, the
colored gentleman, happening along q
the moment, fed to her assistance
In the meantime, the light havin!
been extinguished, the daughter with
out shoes or bonnet, fed from thu
stormy scene filled with apprehen
sions for the life of her who, what
ever she might be to others, or how
soever regarded by them. was still K
her a mother, aud entitled to hel
solicitude and allegiance. She sough
assistance that should be efficient
and it was to be obtained only iron
the police of the town. MIR. Wash
ington Fitzallen. however, proved
himself 50 ample match for the in
furiated matricide, and with blow
from an old chair put an end to tn
assault and tumult. a policeman wa
procured, who took the bleeding son
and his tipsy consort into custody
and conveyed them to the lookup
where they were confined, and left t
cogitate the uncertainty and variety
of lies experiences, the vanity o
sublimary existence, aud to ruminat'
at leisure the indispensable delights
of fiddling, dancing and drinking a
Mrs. Jones famous Sociable Christ
moe porfv