The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-03-09
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PULASKI, Feb. 21st, 1871.
sin. oR:-Leisurely walking
down Second Main, in your beauti-
fuI little city, on one Of these bright
March mornings with the smoke
Of an extra fine .'Slim Jim" flying
over my shoulders, curling and
wreathing itself into a thousand
fantastic FERNS, as it rose majesti-
cally on the balmy and exhilerating
air of your climate at this season,
1 could not but wonder how lavish
ingly nature had scattered her
gifts on this the garden spot Of the
''land-we love" The sound Of the
hammer, the tinkling Of the anvil,
co-ningIing with the toot of the
steam whistle and the rafting of
looms, told me that a grand army
under the banner of peace" was
marching on to treasures and hon
ors more glorious than those won
by the Alexanders and Caesars. In
other words, Your town is bound to
thrive. 1 stopped for a moment to
look at sJohnny" flying his last
stone at Billy as he laid his satch-
ell on the ground, half mutteriag to
myself
GLOW dear O-ny heart are lho scenes Of my
childhood
When fond recolleotions,' &c, &c,
when accidentally turning my head
to the right I beheId two eyes, more
lovely than the lo7Iiest and more
beautiful than the most beautiful,
(dog take your GRAMMAR, peeping
through the window blinds, doubt
less thinking to her pretty self ooh,
goodness sakes, what a handsome
strangerp Adjusting my "Shm
jim" in the corner Of my mouth
and pushing my beaver a little to
one side Of my head, l slaekened
my pace, having no particular bus
mess on hand just then, and as
suming an air of independent care
Iessness, 1 walked slowly on, i'm
imagining how her little jeweIed
hands clapped together with ex-
static delight, as those brightest
eyes followed me down the pave
ment. Now, Mr.. Editor isn't it
passing strange what curiosity la
dies have: Mother EYES curiosi-
ty to see whether the apple was
sweet or sour, turned the whole
human race out of Eden's garden;
and, but wait, maybe Tm little
too fast and ought rather to lay the
blame on the serpent, for You know
Eve looked on the snake, all spot
ted and ringed and striped, array
ed in gay and gaudy colors, SO
much resembling pretty ribbons,
and magenta and violet silks and
satins, DC, and as the same nature
was in her heart as now, she wanted
them. She could only get them
from the snake through the tree of
knowledge SO she bit the apple. 1t
is ever so, that colors and fnery to
the female sex are irresistible
And, I really think, Mr.. Editor,
that it Is our duty, whom it has
pleased Prudence to stamp as the
Lords Of Creation" to endeavor,
by our superior talents and also by
our higher order of literature, to
influence lovely woman to cease her
foIlies. just to think, that "Ma-
dam Demorest" and "Gody's La
dy's Book" together with such
novels as are composed by Miss
Evans and Mrs. Harriet Beecher
Stowe, DC, are more sought after
by them than Addison, McCauly
and Gibbon, or for light reading
the Waverly Novels and Thackery
and Cooper, and such other stand
ard works, both of history and fic-
ton; commonly read by oar sex.
.'Tis a subject which most assured
ly should attract our profound at
tention, especially since the mind Of
man is endowed with superior pow
ers for grasping knowledge, and
consequently the common custom
Of giving him a superior education.
More anon, Mr.. Editor, but un-
til then, with the utmost esteem and
the very highest regard, trust
have the honor to remain your most
humble and obedient servant.
CoUST BISMARCK.