The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-06-01

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q solitary aud melancholy episode In his,
the chairman's, otherwise blameiess life.
He slept in church, for he heard him on
"Another solitary andimelancholy cpl
sode,," suggested the vice.
| "Order therel He heard him snore,
and from its vigor and constancy, the
occupation was manifestly habitual. But
If Honor sometimes slept, the Bailie
sometimes awakes; as he did to shame
and defeat to-day. He is asleep again
by this time. Bad dreams to him-with
all the honors."
The vice thereon rose to propose a
contrast, as he called it, the Principal of
the University, and the Lord Provost of
the City; and this he did in the style and
with the accent of q very celebrated Pro-
lippic; and if words that burned could
have withered and calcined civic func-
tionary, the unhappy Provost must have
ceased from his troubling. He thus con-
cludcd: II propose that we shall dedi-
cate this flowing bowl to execrations and
exorcisms of that malignant star, which,
moving in the armament amid the
worlds of light, yet throws the whole
universe out of gear by it's ill-omened
alterations, and propitiate and do ho-
mage to that bright particular luminary,
around whose bene6cent and mellow ra-
dance, revolve the planets of our hearts
and hopes"
Power, who had once heard the cele-
brated orator himself, was charmed and
delighted with the copy; and warming
with the wine and the excitement, added
his full share to the evenings amuse-
ment. Every one was cordial and cour-
teous to him, excepting Johnstone, who
seemed rather jealous of his popularity,
all tho more that one or two shafts, le-
veled at Power, without the latter per-
ceiving thom, had been rather roughly
warded off by the vice. At last, he also
rose to propose q toast. cit was," he
said, "the Sister Isle, aud our gallant
allies, among whom" said he, breaking
into racy brogue, of which ho was quite
master; II need not particularizo our
friend, over tho way. Who he is, 1 do
not profess to know. He came to lis
suddenly, and like most Of his country
men, will probably 80 depart; where he
lives, do not know, for his conntrymen
seldom disclose their habitat; but if pug.
nacity and muscle-tho fruits of that
choico esculent of his native land-will
nahO u 1luu luiuOuS, luluOuS uo Will De.
May his hat never be shabbier, bo his
coat never more thread-bare. May tho
rats fly his garret, the mice leave his sau-
sages in peace, and may his tick be ex-
tended to week."
The undisguised insolence of John
stones address did not detract from its
vivacity, and the audience laughed aud
applanded. Power rose to return thanks
with unrut1led mien, and spoke with far
moro accent than before. ''He was
proud and plased, he was, Mt the kind
ness of that jintleman. IF he wore his
coat till he was tired of the company, it's
little but threads would be left of it; and
if he could listen forever to such elo-
quence, the mice were welcome to his
dinner. He was proud of the notice of
the company. Long life to them, and
the more shindies the better, if they al
ways ended in a blowout, or whether
they did or not. AS to the worthy COS
son who had proposed his health, he had
made his acquaintance under circum-
stances which bound them together, for
he (Power) caught him in his arms when
Sergeant Macbean, (Cromwell's curse
upon himD with ono hand on collar, and
the other on Group, dropped him over
the balustrades like half-quarter of
corn
The shouts which greeted this allusion,
which was literally true, stung Johnstonc
to the quick. Selling his tumbler, he
flung it's contents in the speakers face,
and then rushed from the room.
TO BE CONTINUED.