The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1877-11-15
A LEATHERwooD MEIANaE.
Containing Little Sense and Much
Nonsense, Wherein All Sin Por-
trays His Beauideal.

trays His Beauideal.
Mr. EDIToR:-
We viii herald your name
With the tin-trdmp of fame,
And choke you with blanc-mange;
Or puff you with bellows,
And hang you on q gallows,
If you '.cheese" our melange.
Immigration still continues to
Texas. Bob Reasonover, Tom,
Willie and Felix Aymett and others,
have departed for that land of
promise. Our farming interests are
retarded on account of the weather.
Our neighbors are making molasses
and the children are crying for a
thousand tongues. We are as
healthy as nature and art can make
us, as peaceful as the moonlight on
the bosom of lake, and more re-
ligious than our first parents. Our
lawyers never hang any one, our
doctors never kill any one, our
preachers never damn any one,
our babies never have the collie, and
the boys and girls never have a
frolic, our bachelors would marry,
if, if, if they could do SO without
partiality, or gain their own con-
sent, but they won't, like the last
census, embrace all the women in
the States.
LEATHERwooD
is a sweet meandering stream whose
cascades and waterfalls come down
like those of Lodore, and water many
a garden of roses where bright eyed
beauty looks divine. Here birds
of gay plumage and sweet song, and
zephyrs laden with the fragrant
breath of incense, invite the tray
eler to repose, and lull him to sweet
sleep and roseate dreams amid bow
ers ambrosial. Here you can view
everything that can charm the eye
or win the heart, the lovely bellies
and the gallant beaux, who are as
brave as they are fair, the pretty
little frog that sits down when he
stands up, and jumps when heruns,
and the lovely little tadpolc that
wags his tail because his tail don't
wag him; here is the dog that car
ries a bone in his mouth for the
want of a pocket to put it in; the
horse that slobbers because he can't
spit; and a lanyard where hides are
tanned by the bark of dogs; here is
the very identical rock with which
the kind parent sent her child to
sleep, when 1t sung: Rock me to
sleep mother, rock me to Sleep"
and many other curiosities and &c
centricities, too numerous to mem
ton. Our hills and valleys are dot
ted with cottages of ease and COM
tort, where grace and beauty, youth
and valor dwell, where generosity
and hospitality, with open doors,
extended hands, and warm hearts,
"press the bashful stranger to his
food and feel the luxury of doing
good"
Mr.. Dwyer has closed his school
and he has gone where the wood
bine twineth and young love peeps
out amid the roses. Miss Ida
Cheatham, who has been visiting
relatives and going to school here,
has returned to her home in Texas.
We have not words that can express
our wishes for this charming young
lady. Farewell sweet little friend
May the blessings of heaven Irvine
the flowers of JOY in wreaths of
happiness around your brows here,
and the stars of glory hereafter.
May happiness surround thee,
And on life's pathway shine;
May love and friend ship crown thee
With coronals divine;
You viii not be forgotten
In other years to be,
l hope you will remember
Sometimes to think of-me
NOTES OF FASHION FOR NOVEMBER.
We are all 0u fail in fashion or
Folly, whichever is the name of the
fair, false and tickle goddess. We
wear long trains in languishing
gaits, which describe curves of
grace and serpentine evolutions, but
never run off the track, and switch
es which have the power to attract
or distract, to switch off or on as
we load or discharge our cargo of
beaux. Oh! Fashion, thou art the
millennium in a moment, and if
thou drawest with a single hair,
what, OH what would a switch or
waterfall do? 1t is quite fashiona
BILE now after starching the face to