The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1873-11-06

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This Lodga.hdld theisrphbRu dpstaih-
tion yhs Bfaa5hiSs HilIIe aiass TIssdsy
night. Notwitlistsndins ,ths7 ilalsm smepSys
of the weather. ,therss,Was. .sI good .atri
tendanoe.4t The followingf ofioers we're
duly installed by tGa W: ItwfD5 DIG.
W. c. r.: is sTaan sY;ihn
W. Q. T., Jqhn +. sntphes,al;;s IT.. b.
s., Miss ,Fanniel oPalmer;,iW,, H. 81,
Miss Q. NJ. Brown; w. v:iT.,4 Sirs. r..
A. souter; W. WIN j. North; W.
A.. s., Miss Miias, Belle sPaston; W.EF. s.,
John Brown;i ~. II, W. III JaoSson;
W. O., Rsy. %: ,A.t Darby; WlM., Dol.
lin Campbell; WD! MI. Miss Ella
Hawley; ". I. g.. Miss Fannie Patse:
W. o. g., Robert Morton. - .-,s,;.5r.i.
After the conclusion OF, the installa-
ton ceremonies. the Lodge was ad-
dressed by different members. The
members and invited guests then re-
paired to the hall OF, the Independent
Fire Company, where music was in
waiting, and dancing was In order to
Che small hours.
PHGs1x1ANA.-Faith is the best elbow
for heavy soul to lean upon.
Charity loses it's benign influence
when heralded by ostentation:
''Thou rainest in this BOSOM" as the
lover said when basin OF water was
thrown over him by the lady he was
serenading.
paper has this advertisement: "Two
sisters want washing" We fear mil
lions of brothers are in the same predi-
cament. my
The ladies are singing about .'the
moth-eaten hustle. the old iron hustle.
the cloth-eaten hustle. that hung on so
WE'LL" ,,.,,...,T
Generosity does not consist in giving,
but in making sacrifices that you may
be able to give. I saAg.4,,i5.
Habit is cable; We weave q thread of
it every day, and>sat last We cannot
break it. .su,E.l ~. a5.
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On! DRUMMER, OoMR HoMH. q These
impecnnious individuals are oircnlati ng
around extensively and b home poet
addresses them thuBly 500 ~ 1s,.s :. i.
Oh! drummer, dear drummer. tits. ten
days ago,
we are getting quite frighted' in spite
: s
Aud things look oonfouudedly blue.
Oh! tell us. OIL tell us. why don't you
sell bills?
In your travels all over the West.
Your silence our breast with anxiety fills,
And now it is passing jest.
CHoRUs-Come home, come home, dear
drummer, come home.
len dollars day your expenses have
While over the country you roam;
Oh! drummer, dear drummer, you had
better sell goods,
Or else 'twould be we'll to come home.
You have had quite nice ninetJ-day
And still very light are your sales,
While over tue country you carelessly
Expenses will force us to fail.
Oh! drummer, dear drummer, 'tis three
weeks ago,
Since We had letter from you;
Are you sick? are You dead? are you
tight as brick7
Or what is the matter with you?
You had better come homo and spend
no more stamps,
And then yon won't feel quite go
frisky;
For I'm thinking our boy has spent
most of his time
In buying cigars and bad whiskey.
We are a" waiting here. with goods in
| our store,
And feeling decidedly queer;
OH darling gorilla, please travel no
| more,
But do come back to Us here.
We are waiting in patience, and waiting
in vain,
For glance at your beautiful face;
Aud when you come home, you won't
travel again,
For you'll find another man in your