Mexico weekly ledger., 1883-12-06

What can it be that this bevy OF
young and old ladies are gazing SO
rapturously at, exclaiming gushingly,
"Oh, my, how elegant! So well ar
ranged! Don't the colors blend !
Where did you get the centre? What
are you going to do with it? How
long did it take you? Show me how
to make one. 1t is just too lovely"
&C., &c. 1t cannot be a rainbow,
because they are pulling and petting
it. 1t looks little like an army
blanket that has been out in long
rain of seven hundred different colors
of paint, but it deceives it looks. IT
has an outre appearance, and dizzy
look. 1t was made by an insane per-
son, and is correctly called a crazy
quilt.
Do you see that pretty man? Well,
that is Ed. T., the hotel clerk. Does
he know he's pretty? What a ques-
tion! Of course he does. Then peo-
pie don't have to tell him? Decidedly
not. What makes him so pretty? His
graces and his ornaments. What are
his graces? Modesty and truthful
ness. How modest is he? As a gov
ernment mule. Is he always truthful ?
"In horn" What are his orna-
ments? Virtue and glass diamonds.
Has he any other attraction? He
has-frequently. What is it? Call
with big G.
See those little boys and girls going
home with small sacks in their hands.
They are Sunday school children.
They have been to the Xmas tree,
and received presents from their
teachers. The presents are done up
in sacks made from fly nets or mus
quito bars. What do these well-ven-
tilated minnow nets contain? One
peanut, without the nut; one candy
kiss, containing the words Every ap-
propriate for children of their age)
task pa" one ball of pop corn, which
only lacks color to be a terra Gotta
marble; candy man, without any
nose and only one leg; about a pint
of hickory nuts ornamented with
holes, and an unlimited amount of
thin air blowed in by the party who
addressed the sskids" for four hours
and half before the presents were
distributed. Is it any wonder that
these children will not be found at
Sunday school Cat least those who
live) until week before next Christ
mas, and then they will get there late ?
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The ruins of Pompeii we're some
thing grand, gloomy and peculiar.
The wreck of grand old ship at sea
will make the strongest heart beat
with sympathy for the total loss of
life of all on board and the many
mourning friends and relatives at
home. The track of a tornado Or
cyclone through large city, or over
fertile country, leaving death and
destruction in its long and crooked
trail, makes one shudder as he hides
down q we'll or crawls in a mole hole.
What remains of the once great (O
Greenback party, forces us to realize
the fate of those who "build on the
sands" Viewing the ashes Of a noble
city destroyed by fire leads us to see
how easy it would be to again destroy
the world with the enemy of "a flood,
and we at once double our insurance.
Gazing at our friend in the gutter
who has fallen from the topmost
round of the ladder Of fame, We SUR
prise our stomach with water and the
breweries wear long faces. We have
seen whole trains of vanished cars
filed with people go crashing over
an embankment, and, in a moment,
look like thousand million boxes Of
matches mixed with mutilated mice,
and we were more than ever convinc.
ed with the solemn fact that it hurt
our feet to ride. At this moment
with tears as large as beer barrels
rolling down our faces and melting
our billed shirt, we are viewing !
wreck-a ruin more complete in its
details, more finished in every sense
of the word than we ever saw or reaG
of. No raging storm, red lurid flame
earthquake, seven thousand barrels
of make-you-strike-y wife-Centra
lila whisky-no, not even time ant
eternity, which eats the marble ane
corodes the brass, could make tn.
work more perfect. Werefer to TIL
remains CD of Thanksgiving turke.
as we arose from the table at ou
brother-in-law's, Charlie Hodges, il
Carrollton, Illinois, last Thursday
Thanksgiving Day. -s~---------.
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