The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1873-04-05

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ival at New York, Dec. %. 1916, by
Allen G. Spooner, from the Boston
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Twas in my easy chair at
home, about o sv6sksaso, sat-
and pulled my light cigar as usu-.
al, you must know. / unused up
on the Pilgrim fock WHOSE luck
it was to land upon almost the
only rock among the Plymouth
sand. Inmy mind eye, Tsaw them
leave their weather beaten bark
before them spread the wintry wilds,
behind rolled ocean dark. Alone
that little handful stood. while saw.
age foes lurked sniYh, their creed
and watchword, eTrnst IN God, and
keep your powder dry Imagina Il
tion's pencil then the fi1st stern
winter painted, when more than
half their number died, and stoutest
spirits faintcd.ai A tear rnbidden
filed oneseye, my smoke HAD filled
the other; one sees strange sig hts
at such time, which quite the sen
ses bother. I knew was alone
but lol let him who sdares, deride,
me J I looked, and, drawing up q
chair, down 'sat man beside me-
His dress was ancient, and his air
was somewhat strange and foreign.
he civilly returned my stare, andsaid,
Tim Richard Warrenr' you'll
find my name among the list of he
70, cage, and martyrs who in the
MAYErIowER's cabin, eigned the first
New England charter. Il could
some curious facts impart4 perhaps,
some WISE suggestions but then,
I'm bent en- seeing sights, and rum
ming DER with questiens.nS YAsk
ON, said l. s1ll do my best to give
you information, whether Of private
men you ask or our renowned ma
tom 8 Says he, oaFirst tell mo
what is that in your compartment
narrow, which seems to dry my eye
balls up, and scorch my very mar
row. His finger pointed to the
CRATE Asaid LET hat s Lehigh coal,
dug from the earth A. he shook his
head-'It is, upon my soul!p /
then took up bit Of stick, one end
wes black as night, and rubbed II
| quick ACROSS tho hearth, when 10, a
sudden light! My guestdrew back,
uproAed his eyes, and strove his
breath to catch -swhat necroman-
| cy's that" he ied-quoth l, "a
friction MATCH Upon a pipe just
overhead, Istmaed q little screw,
when forth, with instantaneous flash,
three streams Of lightning flew.
Up rose my guest Now heaven
Pine save" aloud he shouted, then,
'sIs that hell fret" . It's gas said
| I, asWe scall it hydrogen. Then
forth into the fields we strolled, .
train came laundering BY, drawn by
the snoring iron steed, swifter than
eagles fly. Rumbled the wheels,
che whistle slrieked, far streamed
the smoky cloud, echoed the hills,
the valleys shook, The flying forests
bowed. Down On his knees, With
hands ulraised IN worship, Warren
i fell - Great 10 the Lord our Ged, y
,ried he-"He doeth all thingsweli. p
sf"Fve seen his claxiots of fire, the
horsemAn, too, thereof, O, may ]
meier provoke His ire, nor at His
threatening sco6. s'Rise up, my
friend, rise up said 1, ssYour ter.
rorB are all vain-that was no char
lot OF the sky, twas the New Yorl
! mail tram. sA We stood within q
chamber small, men came the news
4 to know, from Woscester, Spring.
field and New York, Texas and Mex.
. leo. It came-it went-silent but
sure he started, smiled. burst ont
laughing: s'What witchcraft's thats'
"It's what we call magnetic tele
| graphmg.v Once more we stepped
into the street; said Warren, ssWhai
is that which moves along across
the way as softly as q eat! 7 mean
the thing upon two legs, with feath
Il ers on it's bead monstrous humr
below It's waist, large as a feather
bed It has the gift ofaspeech,
hear, but sure it can't be human?
seMy amiable friend, said L ssThat's
|, what we call a woman" sEterna.
powers! it cannot be-" sighed he
With voice that faltered; Of loved
! the women IN my day, but, i1oht
they're strangely altered I show
J ed him then new machine for turn
. ing eggs to chickens, q labor saving
hennery, that beats the very dick
: ems. ThereAt, he strongly grasped
my hand, and said. ss'Tis plain t.
, see this world is so transmogrifed
twill never do for me. Your tele
Il graphs, your railroad trains, yonl
gas lights, friction matches, You
hump backed women, rocks for coal
Il your thing which chickens matches
have turned the earth so upsid.
down, no peace is left within it,
then, whiring round upon his heel
he vanished IN q minute. Forth
! with, my most veracious pen wrot.
down what I had heard, and here
dressed up in doggerel rhyme, 70,
have it word for word. ss69.ei
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