The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1880-01-22


vate room; but after dinner the land |
lord, on the plea that the house was
partly under repair, requested permis-
sion that stranger might take chop
in the apartment at separate table.
The company gave the required per-
mission; and the stranger, a man of
commonplace aspect, was brought in,
ate his chop in silence, and then fell
asleep snoring so loudly and discord-
antly that the conversation could with
difficulty be carried on. A gentleman
of the party made a noise, and the
stranger, starting out of his nap, cried
out to Jerrold-sI know you, Mr.. Jer-
rold-I know you; but you shall not
make butt of mel
as Then don't bring your hogs head
in here was the instant answer of the
wit"
The following is a story of Sir Wal
ter Scott's: The chemical philosophers,
DIR. Black and DR.. Hutton, were par
ticular friends, though there was some
thing extremely opposite in their ex-
ternal appearance and manner. DIR.
Black spoke with the English pronun-
citation, and with punctiliOus accuracy
of expression. The geologist, DIR. Hut
ton, was the very reverse of this; his
conversation was conducted in broad
phrases, expressed with a strong Scotch
accent, which often heightened the
humor of what he said. 1t chanced
that the two doctors had held some dis
course together upon the folly of alb
staining from feeding on the testaceous
creatures of the land, while those of
the sea were considered as delicacies.
Wherefore not eat snailsp They are
known to be nutritious and Wholesome,
and even sanative in some cases. The
epicures of old praised them among the
richest delicacies, and the Italians still
esteem them. In short, it was deter
mined that q gastronomic experiment
should be made at the expense of the
snails. The snails were procured, fat
tened for time, and then stewed for
the benefit of the tive philosophers
only, who had either invited no guests
10 their banquet, or found none who
relished in prospect the piece de resist
dnce. A huge dish of snails was placed
before them. Philosophers are but
men after all; and the stomachs of both
doctors began to revolt against the ex-
pertinent. Nevertheless, though they
| looked with disgust on the snails, they
retained their awe of each other, so
that each, conceiving the sensations of
internal revolt peculiar to himself. be-
| gan, with infinite exertion, to swallow
in very small quantities the mess which
he internally loathed. DIR. Black at
length showed the white feather, bat
in a very delicate manner, as if to sound
the opinion of his messmate. doctor"
he said in his precise and quiet man.
ner, doctor, do you not think that
they taste a little-a very little greenP"
Greenp' vociterated DR.. Hutton, with
a prefix we prefer to omit. "Green,
indeed! TAX them ava, TAX them
awar' And starting up from the ta-
feelings of adherence. So ended all
hopes of introducing snails into the
modern cuisine, and thus was shown
| cure nausea than honor can set q
broken limb"
The following characteristic story of
two ''intellectual gladiators" isrelated
in "a New Spirit of the Ages" Leigh
Hunt and Carlyle were once present
among q small party of equally we'll
versation rested with these two, both
first-rate takers, and the others sat,
well pleased to listen. Leigh Hunt
had said something about the Island of
the Blest, or Ell Dorado, or the Millen-
mum, and was flowing on, in his bright
and hopeful way, when Carlyle drop
ped some heavy tree trunk across
Hunts pleasant stream, and banked it
up with philosophical doubts and OBJ
jections at every interval of the speak
er's joyous progress. But the irrepres-
sible Hunt never ceased his overhowing
anticipations, nor the saturnine Carlyle
his infinite demurs to those finite flour
ishings. The listeners laughed and ap-
plauded by turns, and pitted them
against each other, as the philosopher
Of Hopefulness and of the Unhopeful.
The contest continued with all that
ready wit, that mixture of pleasantly
and profundity, that extensive knowl-
edge of books and character, with their
ready application In argument or Illus
tration, and that perfect ease and good
nature which distinguished each of these
men. The opponents were so well match
ed that it was quite clear the contest
would never come to an end by victory
on either side. But the night was far
advanced, and the party broke up.
They all sailed forth; and, leaving the
close room, the candles and the argu-
ments behind them, suddenly found
themselves in the presence of a most
brilliant starlight night. They all
looked up. Now thought Hunt,
Carlisle is done for; he can have no
answer for that! There!' he shouted,
look up there! look at that glorious
harmony, which sings with infinite
voices an eternal song of hope in the
soul of man.
"Carlyle looked up. The whole
party remained silent, to hear what he
would say. They began to think he
was silenced at last-he was but NOR.
tai. But out of that silence came q
few low-toned words in a broad Scotch
accent. And who on earth could have
anticipated what the voice saidP Eh
it is sad sight,
"Hunt sat down on a doorstep.
They all laughed, then looked very
thoughtful, then laughed again.
Finally they bade each other good.
night and betook themselves home
ward with slow and serious pace.
There might be some reason for sad
ness, too. That brilliant firmameni
probably we would rather say possibly
contained infinite worlds, each full
of struggling and suffering beings-oi
beings who had to die-for life in the
stars may imply that those bright
worlds may also be full of graves; al
that life, like ours-our philosophers
seem to have ignored revelation in
those thoughts-knowing not whence
, it came nor whittier it goeth, and the
brilliant universe in its great move
ment having perhaps no more certain
knowledge Of itself nor of its ultimate
destination than hath one of the suffer
ing specks that compose this small
spot we inherit" ."-Chdnbers Journal
Mystery OF Scent.
No ONE has yet been able to analyzs
] or demonstrate the essential action o.
perfume. Gas can be weighed, but mo-