The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-04-11

By giving of your basket and your store
To build this church, that it may prove
blessing S, -; ,.,t,,-
Unto His cause on on earth antth forevermore
COLUMBIA, S. @. % M. NJ.
*The' Methodist Episcopal Church, of
Washington street, Columbia. s. O., on the
to from quit1in, and burned to the ground.
Keep your Little Brother out OF the Room.
John Smith-you'vs heard of him-is
very bashful; is too bashful, in truth. He
was, born and raised IN the country. His
father gave him q good education, and al
lows him plenty of money. But John,
with all other attachments, never could ac-
custom himself to the society of females,
not because he did not like the girls, but
because his shy nature would not permit
him to associate with the fair sex It once
happened very long ago either-that
Johns father had some very important bust
ness to transact in the city. He also had
some very PARTICULAR affairs to attend to at
home, which demanded his personal atten-
tion, and not possessing the power of ubi-
quity, he delegated his son John to transact
that in the city.
John, being thus commissioned, imme-
diately proceeded to the city, and to the
residence of his fathers old friend, whom
he found to be very nice old gentleman,
with beautiful daughter, and gold specta-
cles.
John was ushered into the parlor IA new
thing for him. and motioned to seat-no
a sofa, (another new thing)
But we must use his own language: I took
my seat and made observations. Every
thing was fine! Fine carpets, fine sofas,
fine tables, fine curtains, fine books fine
everything, and especially fine young lady
who was dressed in fine silk, fine satin, and
who had fine curls, and fine appearance
generally. a7:
After chatting with the old gentleman
few minutes, he took down his that, told me
to make myself at home for an hour or
two, and left-left me alone with his daugh-
ter, and a small, mischievous boy, the
young lady's brother. I didn't relish the
situation at all. The idea of keeping city
belle engaged in conversation for two
hours; perditionl Silence reigned in the
parlor, for q short time, you may bet. I
amused myself as much as possible with the
boy-that is loaned him my knife and
watch key. and watched him cut holes in
the carpet with one and spoil the other. +
not been for that boy-he was so good to
attract ones attention, you know.
It's true he asked some startling ques-
tions, occasionally, such as this, for instance:
care you goin' to court sister Emily?" but
such things must be expected under such
circumstances.
Miss Emily, thinking, no doubt, that to be
a good hostess, she must her guests engage
in conversation, asked me chow I liked
country life," etc. She said that "it must
be q beautiful sight to see the laborers, male
and female, romping on the new mown hay
on New Years day; that she always did think
she would like to spend Christmas in the
country nut-gathering with the village lads
and lasses; that it always had been mystic
ry to her how they got eggs off the trees
without breaking them"
In return, thought to keep up my part
of the conversation, it was necessary for me
to quote poetry and the like, which 1 did.
Among other quotations, 1 unfortunately
repeated the well-known lines of Shak-
speare:
''There is divinity that shapes our ends
Rough-hew them as We will" so g.
At this junoture, the boy, who badperch-
ed himself upon my knees. looked very
earnestly in my face and said: ..1a
Divinity shaped the end of your nose
mighty Gurus" I'm certain that l wished
somebody would spank the young rascal.
We talked of hills, mountains, wales, cata-
racts-I believe said waterfalls, when the
boy spoke up and said: "Why, sisters gota
trunk full OF 'em up stairs--psp1 says they
are made of hoss-hair." us ~ =,
This revelation struck terror into me and
bushes into the cheeks of my fair COM
panion.
It began to be very apparent to me that
said boy might slip in his remarks at un-