Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1873-06-05

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the noon train of cars to Pope's Creek
Many who went on Monday however did
not go on Tuesday, because all was not
lovely that should have been. We under
stand there was some dissatisfaction about
the fare, and some who boarded the cars
at Port Tobacco Station went no further
than Cox's, alleging as a reason, that the
conductor would not tell them how much
they would be charged for being brought
back from the Creek, but said he would
tell them as they came back. We neither
know nor care as to the justice of these
complaints, but feel sure it would be great
ly to the interest of the company to see
things fairly understood and properly
managed. Welike to see our colored peo-
pie indulging quiet rational enjoyment on
holiday occasions, and laborious and du-
tiful on work days, and plain fair dealing
is always the best for all.
We like to see young men happy. Our
" Times man." as he is selfdesignated, is
one of the happiest of the happy youths.
His cup of bliss is evidently OVERLOOKING.
Some beautiful and accomplished "fair
one" has recently shaken her delicate and
jeweled finger at him, exclaiming in most
charming and significant accents, "Neoer
mind, sir!" And another-or perhaps the
same one-has sent him sweet boquet.
O, Happy youth! We have sprightly
recollection of our own Spring-time of life.
The Times man acknowledges with plea
surable feelings the gift of lovely boquet
of fairest flowers. 1t ornaments the sane
tum of the Times now, and pervades the
air around with the sweetness of it's dis
titled fragrance. Linneaus himself well
would envy the rare richness of gift so
exquisitely beautiful, and tenderly trea
sure the soothing perfume of its bright
blooming leaves. Little PiceiolG, growing
in the sunbeam, was not more priced in
the lonely captives cell, than is this little
gathering of buds and blossoms, which
comes so ladened with insinuatihg lowell
ness, as if plucked from the enchanted
has so deity grouped this beautiful nose
gay, the Times man tenders the warmest
of thanks and wishes that "the whitening
bloom of its leaves may be for her no pre-
sage of sorrow, but rather that its living
loneliness of to-day may be the truthful
emblem of blissful joys that are to come
A few weeks since, by way of dropping
baited line and testing the proverbial
Fcuriosity of the fair sex, the Times man
, incidentally mentioned that Miss Becky
Sharp had been in town. He had no idea
then that so many in the county were am
bilious of Becky Sharp distinctions. At
least dozen have sent anxious messages
to the air of 20, did you mean me ?"-
to ascertain who Miss Becky's counterpart
might be; and as many others have given
ominous shakes of prettily jeweled digits
and laughingly said ''Never mind, SIR
Well, with the Times man, it is "never
wonders why the fair ones shake at him
only the hand whose digits are circled
. with gems and gold. That threatening
hand too is always of lovely mould, of al
abaster whiteness, and looks as smooth as
polished Parian. To have that pretty
hand laid upon his sanity corpus, the
Times man would be half inclined to sin
and sin again. The gems and gold are
fairly lovely to look upon, and the Times
man forgets the gentle Gliding in the help
less ardor of his admiration. Ladies, in
deed Miss Becky's bonnet is of the old
quaint style, and isn't bit becoming to
any one of you who think about it and so
sweetly say "Never mind, sir"
Much interest was manifested during
Court days to learn who the handsome
man of Bryantown is. We can't any more
than say he is "a young man of the name
of Guppy," the same we wot of who sidled
up so lovingly and so bashfully too to poor
little frightened Dame Burden. He was,
however, quite disconsolate in Port To-
bacco because the ladies so lightly valued
his marvellous beauty. Indulging pleas
ant anticipations he had actually discard
ed the celebrated snuff-colored trousers of
Calvert county memory, and is quite sur
prised that there was no rush from afar of
fair daughters for his ''mild hammered"
conquests. Timid Mamas and prudent
Papas, approaching the tender susceptible
lities of youth, kept faithful vigils at home
and saved unconscious Iphigenias from the
sacrifcial fate.
Now that the oyster season has closed,
we are puzzled to know how the charm
ing bellies and hopeful beaux of aristocra-
tic Baltimore get along in their evening
tetes-o-tetes without the bivalve accompani-
ments. Bivalve, however, does MT always
mean oysters and perhaps the biyalyular