The Volcano lubricator. (Volcano, W. Va.) 1871-1879, 1874-01-13
A Man ws Don't like to Meet


exists in all classes and conditions Of
society, disseminating gloom wherever
he goes. He is never welcome, and
possesses no friend but such as are Of
his own I, pc; and then the friendship
is not deep. Mr.. Cynical Crowley is
The person to whom we refer.
There is no miStaking his character;
his bilious, dyspeptic face shows what
he is at once. lie hates mankind, he
hates nature; and he loves no one but
himself No kind word ever escapes
from his sneerlng lips; he is ever alone
in his selfish cgotism, Il bugbcar to all
with whom he comes in contact
Good morning, Mr.. Crowley" you
say. Good morning?" is bis responses
"Ncvcr saw such cursed weather in
all my life" And oil he goes with a
growl. Children f1l from him as from
a monster. They dread his scowling
face, and the boldest will not venture
to climb upon his knee. 81 hate those
squalling, noisy brats!' is his amiable
remark; "they will do for your tender
hearted people to fool with, but none
for me-" Charity is but word with
him; pity he is Il stranger to. When
he enters a drawing room, a chill fails
upon the company; he acts as damp
cloth on all pleasure; he is perfect
kill-ioy, and he excels in his blighling
influence. You see him at the opera
the old sneer never rela&es for mo-
ment to give way to better emotions,
his bitter cinicism breeding disgust on
the part of all in his vicinity. lie at,
tends the theatre, and YOU ask him how
he likes Miss -. "Bah d! She
gets so much I week, bat tell me how
sic manages 10 dress so clabrorately
on it," Thereby throwing OIL: base
insinuation that is entirely unGoundcd.
Resisting strong inclination TO tweak
his nose, you get away from the unso-
ciable brute. Ii ne hears of 4 good
action being performed, he Immediate
" sets it down as an act Of policy, or
rs a Did for notcriety. He hates a
a philanthropist, and he breads
the presence Of kind-hearted, gencr-
Gus people, as he would that OF the
devil. They are NORWOOD and gall
to his soul, giving him an extra twinge
of indignation whenever near him.
He has no faith in female virtue-oh,
no! Honesty, according to his idea
is merely 4 policy; he believes that
any man will fail if he gets chance.
lie hates the sun because it shines too
brightly; he hates to hear the birds
sing, because they annoy him. No
thing gives him pleasure, except ma
king people uncomfortable. He will
snap a person up in The middle Of sem
tencc, deny the truth Of the remark,
and give him the lie IL The teeth
Sometimes he meets one Of his own
stamp; but if his colleague should hap
pen TO differ from him in single point
that moment makes him his enemy.
He sncers at the better feelings
weaknesses" he calls them-and
brides himself on his stoicism. He
sneers at women because Of their gen
tier natures, and the bare sight Of a
petticoat agitatcS his bile to an unu-
sual degree. lie is just such an ami
imal as one would like to see behind
iron bars, where he could vent his
spleen at pleasure to no ores hurt.
He is a maker of maxims showing the
iollies Of the enjoyment in life. BY
some means he manages TO gain ad-
mission to 4 club, and there he be-
comes an eye-sore, having the ability
to clear 4 room as if he were an infec-
ton. Men shun him, but his unparal-
lellcd cheek carries him through. lie
sneers at the dcad-hc remembers the
weaknesses Of those who are gone, but
never gives credit for their finer tastes.
This man IS ike 4 cancer that eats the
life slowly away-a plague and pest
to his fellow.mcn, Though he hates
the world, set lie does not want to die.
Life and himself is the only things this
selfish creature loves. No tear Of re-
rret is shed at the announcement OF
his demise. On the contrary. feel
ing of relief is experienced. by The par
ticular circle in which he morca. No
long line Of mourners follow him to
his resting place; no glowing obituary
tcstifies TO his incStlmable worth: no
virtues arc attributed to him, and he
is speedily forgotten.
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Oil still advancing. look ont for tho