Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1874-01-23

rage and hustle; the hives resound<
with the maddening. insects; dark
tumbling from their ctlls, they spread
the hasty wing, and, shrill whizzing
through the air, they rush to find the
foe. Just so, in the sea-ruling island
from queens house to ale house, from
king to cockney, all were fierce for
fight. Even the red-nosed porterS
where they met, bending under THEN
burdens, would stop full-butt in the
streets to talk of England's wrongs, and
as they talked their fiery snouts were
seen to grow more fiery still and more
deform. Then throwing their packs
to the ground and leaping into the at
titude of boxers, with sturdy arms a
cross and rough black jaws stretched
ont, they bend forward TO the fancied
fight. The frog-eating foe, in shirtless
ruflles and long, lank cue, seems to give
ground; then rising in their might,
with fire-striking eyes, they press hard
upon him, and coming in, hand and
foot, with kick and cuff and many a
hearty curse, they show the giggling
crowd how, damn 'em, they would
thump the French. The news was
brought to Britain's King just as he
had dispatched his pudding and sat
right royalty amusing himself with a
slice of Gloucester and a nip of ale
From the lips of the King down fell
the luckless cheese, alas Not graccd
to comfort the stomach of the Lord :
anointed while crowned with snowy
foam, his nut-brown ale stood untast-
ed by his plate. Suddenly, as he heard
the news, the monarch darkened in his
place and answering darkness shroud-
ed all his court. In silence he rolled
his eyes of fire on the floor aud twirl-
ed his terrible thumb3-his pages
shrunk from his presence, for who
could stand before the King thunder
ing ships when wrath. in CLEANS OF
lightning, flashed from his dark red
eyes. Starting at length, as from Il
trance, he swallowed his ale, then
clenching his fist, he gave the table Il
tremendous knock and cursed the
wooden-shoed nation by his God
Swift rs he cursed the dogs of war
bounded from their kennels. keen for
the chase, and snufiing the blood OF
Frenchmen on every gale, they raised
howl of death which reached these
peaceful shores.
We have space for but one more Sc
- 1. 4.
parson. After.x,s,ri,au Of the
tica:hbei cs Ived IN
his finest vein, n,NH~N~D1llowing
characteristic account ofthc departure
Of his hero's spirit the other world:
Swift, on angels wings, the bright
euIn- saint assembled while voices more
than human were heard in faucy's ear
war5lug through the happy region,
and hyunlug the great procession 10.
ward the gates of heaven. His glori-
uus coming was seen aiar ell and myr-
lads of mighty angels hastcncd forth,
with golden harps. 10 welcome the hon
orcd stranger. High in front of the
shouting hosts were seen the hcautcOus
forms of Franklin, Warren. Mercer,
SCANNED. and him ho fell at Quebec,
with all the yirtuouS patriots who. ON
the side of Columbia, Iuilcd or BLEED for
liberty and truth. But oh how chang
ed from what they were when. in their
days of flesh, bathcd in sweat and blood.
they fell at the parent feet of their weep
ing country. Not the homclicstinfant
suddcnly y sprlnging iutoasoul-euchau-
ting llcbc-not drcary winter sudden
ly Frightening INTO spring. with all her
bloom and fragrance raviShiug the
senses, could equal such glorious
change. Oh. where are now their
wrinkles and gray hairs: Where their
CHASTITY wounds and clotted blood =
Their forms are of the stature of an
gels, their robes like morning clouds
strcakcd with gold, the stars of heaven
like crowns glitter on their heads. inn
mortal youth, celestial rosy red. sits
blooming on their cheeks. while infinite
benignity and love beam from their
eyes. Such were the forms ofthv sons, o
Columbia, Such the brother band of
thy martvred saints that now poured
forth from heavens widc-opencd gates
to meet thy Washington, to meet their
beloved chief who in the days of his
mortality had led their embattled
squadrons to the war At sight of him
even these blessed spirits seem to feel
new rapturcs and to look more daz-
zlingly bright. In JOYOUS throngs they
pouraround him with theireyes of love;
they embrace him in transports of ten
dernesS unutterablc, while from their
roScate cheeks tears of Joy such as an
gels weep roll down. All that follow
ed was too much for the dazZied eye of
Imagination. She was seen to return
with the quick-panting bosom and
looks entranced of a fond mother near
swooning at sudden sight of dear
loved son, deemed lost, but now found
and raised to kingly honors. She was
heard passionately to exclaim, with
palms and eyes lifted to heaven, "Oh,
who can count the stars of Jacob or
number the fourth part Of the bless
ings of Israel: Let me die the death
of Washington and may my latter end
be like his"
1t may lend additional interest to
the book to set down the circumstance
that Mr.. Lincoln, in the days of his pow
erty-stricken youth, borrowed Weems's