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NtneVtlle Stories. -
SAM ODUM. THE TAILOR,

he listened for a mint. The noise growed
louder, and a voice said. I'VE must have
him along this timer and the next mint
Their was a loud blast from about five hun
dred horns. and more'n q thousand dogs sot
up a most unearthly. howl all round the
house.
The thought flashed on SANS mind that
the devil was after him with his hounds.
Quicker'n lightning he sprung from his bed
with eyes startin from Their sockets. and
every hair on eend-he rushed to the door
and away he went. His friends. aroused by
tho noise, walked W Jest in time to see him
clear the garden fence.
"Odumi Stop. odum!' shouted one.
"Ketch him." hollered the other, both OF
them given chase with all Their might.
Tho street and yard was full Of men and
horses and dogs, and in a mint all hands
was in hot pursuit Of the fyin odum. who.
with his night-shirt streamin in the wind.
was maxim for the woods over fences and
bitches, brush and briars. with the speed Of
q race-horse.
The horses couldn't follow. and the men
couldn't keep up. and the dogs wasn't al
lowed to give chase. Men and horses went
tearin about in every direction. The horse
men tuck the road to the woods. to try to
head him.. and them on foot was climbin
the fences and racin over the cornf1elds. and
through the brush and briars all hollerin to
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ncbabO0's A0Venture.
BY WASHINGTON IRVING.

was horrorstruck on perceiving that he
was headless! but his horror was still more
Increased, on observing that the head,
which should rave rested on his shoulders.
was carried before him on the pommel Of
his saddleI His terror rose to desperation;
he rained a shower Of kicks and blows up
on Gunpowder. hoping, by a sudden move
ment. to give his companion the slip-but
the specter started full jump with him.
Away. then. they dashed. through thick and
thin; stones flying and sparks flashing at
every bound. Ichabod's fimsy garments
fluttered in tho air, as he stretched his
long, lank body away over his horses head,
In the eagerness of his flight.
They had now reached the road which
turns off to Sleepy Hollow: but Gum
powder. who seemed possessed with a de-
mon. instead Of keeping up 1t. made an
opposite turn. and plunged headlong down
hill to the left This road leads through
a sandy hollow. shaded by trees for about
a quarter Of a mile. where it crosses the
bridge famous in goblin story; and Just
beyond swells the green knoll on which
stands the whitewashed church.
AS yet the panic of the steed had given
his unskillful rider an apparent advantage
in the chase: but Just as he had got half
way through the hollow. the girths Of the
saddle gave way. and he felt it slipping
from under him. He seized It by tho
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A. he approached the stream, his heart
began to thump: he summoned W, how
svsr, all his resolution, gave his horse half
Q score Of kicks in the ribs. and attempted
to dash briskly across the bridge; but IN
stead Of starting forward, the perverse old
animal made q lateral movement, and ran
broadside against the fence Ichabod.
whose fears increased with the delay.
5erked the reins on the other side, and
kicked Justify with the contrary foot: It
was all in vain: his steed started. 1t is
true. but It was only to plunge TO the OPP
posite side Of the road Into q thicket Of
brsmbles and a~lder-bushes. The school,
master now bestowed both whip and heel
upon the starveiing ribs of old Gun
powder. who dashed forward, snuffing and
snorting. but came to a stand Just by tho
bridge, with q suddennesse that had nearly
sent his rider sprawling over his head.
Just 1T this moment a plashy tramp by the
side Of the bridge caught the sensitive ear
Of Ichabod. In the dark shadow OF the
grove, on the margin Of the brook, he be-
held something huge. misshapen. black and
towering. It stirred not, but seemed gath
ered up in the gloom. like some gigantic
monster ready to spring upon the traveller.
Tho hair Of b affrighted pedagogue rose
upon his head with terror. What was to
be done7 To turn and fly was now too late;
and besides, what chance was there Of es-
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Gam Odum was the father Of all ths
tailors in Pinev1lle, or, in other words, he
was the first man that ever sot up in the
tailor1n business In our town. He wal q
monstrous good workman. and used to give
his customers hts whenever he made
any thing for EN-. He was q very
Industrious man. and ono Of tho clev-
est little fellers that ever lived.
Every body liked him f%rst-rate: and even
after Mr.. Shears. the fashionable tailor
from New York." sot up his emporium O
the opposite side Of the street. Sam got AZ
much to do as he could attend to. But
Sam Odum did ave one fault. He had fits
himself sometimes-drunken dts-when he
wasn't fit for nothing for weeks together.
He didn't have no wife: and used to keep
q sort of bachelors hall. as he called 1t.
in the back room Of his shop, whar he al
ways had a bottle of good Ticker, and q
half dozen split-bottom chairs. for the &C.
commodation of his friends, and a soft
plank floor for them to sleep on II they
happened to be overcome with his hospi-
tally.
Sam wasn't drunk all the time. He used
to touch his bottle lightly. as a common
practice: but every now and then he used
to lave a regular blowout, as he called 1t,
when he wouldn't do nothing else but drink
whisky for whole weeks. On SIGH occasions
he was very quiet and go~od-natured. and
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Gaping ghost or goblin, II such It was, which
could ride upon the wings of the wind?
Summoning up. therefore,, a show of cour-
age. he demanded in stammering accents
Who are your" He received no reply. He
repeated his demand In q still more agitated
voice. Still there was no answer. Once
moro he cudgelled the sides OF the inflexible
Gunpowder, and shutting his eyes, broke
forth with involuntary fervor into a psalm
tune. Just then the shadowy object Of
alarm put itself in motion, and with a
scramble and q bound, stood at once in
the middle OF the road. Though the night
was dark and dismal, yet the form Of the
unknown might in some degree be ascer-
tanned. He appeared to be a horseman Of
large dimensions, and mounted on a black
horse OF powerful frame He made no Of
fer Of molestation or sociability. but kept
aloof on one side of the road. jogging along
on the blind side Of old G~unpowder, who
had now got over his fright and hayward
ness.
1chabod. who had no relish for this
strange midnight companion, and bethought
himsel Of the adventure Of Brom Bones
with the galloping Hessian, now quickened
his steed. in hopes of leaving him behind.
The stranger. however. quickened his horse
~ CNeoA PoSo. PoA4Se ~ aAo
fell into q walk. thinking to lag behind
the ether did the same. His heart began to
sink within him; he endeayored to resume
his psalm tune. but his parched tongue
Glove to the roof of his mouth, and he could
not utter a stave. There was something in
the moody and logged silence of this per-
tinacious companion, that was mysterious
n appalling. It was soon fearfully 40
counted for. On mounting q rising ground,
which brought the figure of his fellow
traveller in relief against the sky, gigantic
In height and muf1ed in a cloak, Ichabod
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pommel. and e%ndeavored to hold It firm,
but in vain: and had Just time to save HIM
self by clasping old G%unpowder round the
neck. when the saddle fell to the earth,
and he heard 1t trampled under foot ~
his pursuer.
For a. moment the terror of Hans Van
Ripper's wrath passed across his mind-for
1t was his Sunday saddle; but this was no
time for petty fears; the goblin was hard
on his launches; and. (unskillful rider that
he WASH he had much ado to maintain his
seat; sometimes slipping on one side. some
times on another, and sometimes jolted on
the high ridge Of his horses backbone, with
a violence that he verify feared would
cleaye him asunder.
An opening in the tree now cheered him
with the hopes that the church bridge was
at a The wavering reflection of a sill
yer star In the bosom of the brook told
him that he was not mistaken. He saw
the walls of the church dimly glazing UNI
der the trees beyond. He recollected the
place where Brom Bones's ghostly COM
petitor had disappeared. II l can but
reach that BRIDGE" thought Ichabod, Il
am safe" Just then he heard the black
steed painting and blowing close behind
him; he even fancied that he felt his hot
breath. Another convulsive kick in the
ribs. and old Gunpowder sprung upon the
bridge; he Numbered over the ~resounding
planks; he gained the opposite side, and
now Ichabod cast q look behind to see II his
pursuer should vanish, according to rule. In
a flash of fire and birthstone.
Just then he saw the goblin rising in his
stirrups, and in the very act Of hurting his
head at him.. Ichabod ndeavore to dodge
the horrible missile, but too late. Il en-
countered his Uranium with a tremendous
crash-he was tumSled headiong into the
dust. and Gunpowder. tbs black steed, and
the goblin rider passed by like q whirl-
wind.
The next morning the old horse was found
without his saddle, and with the bride
under his feet, soberly cropping the grass
at his masters gate. Ichabod did not make
his appearance at Observation-Disclosures
came. but no Ichabod. The boys assembled
at the schoolhouse, and strolled idly about
the banks of the brook: but no school,
master. Hans Van Ripper now began to
feel some uneasiness about the fate Of poor
1chabod. IND his saddle. An inquiry was
set on foot, and after diligent investiga-
ton they came upon his traces.
In one part Of the road leading TO the
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The JeckdaN.


There IL q bird. who, by hs coat
And by the hoarseness OF his note,
Might be supposed . crow,
A great frequenter Of the church,
Where. bishop-lika, ha dnds Q psech.
And dormitorx too
Above the steeple stAnss . plaAA
That turns and turns, to indicate
From what point blows the Wsat6a1
Look up-your brains begin to swim.
IT'S In the cloudsehat pleasse him,
He chooses It the rathsR.
Fond Of the speculative hsiSnA
Thither he wings his airy night
And thence securely secs
The hustle and the r1Ise-sh0W
That occupy mankind below,
Secure and At his ease.
You think. no doubt, he sits and muses.
On future broken bones and bruiseaI
II he should chance e fall.
No; not a single thought like that
Employs his philosophio pate.
Or troubles It at all.
He sees that this great roundabout,
The World. with all its motley rout
Church. army, physic, law,
Its customs. and its business,
Is no concern at all Of his,
And sayswhat says heACaw.
Thrice happy birdi I too have seen
Much Of the vanities Of men,
And. sick Of having seen 'em,
Would cheerfully these limbs resign
For such . pair Of wings Is thine.
And such q head between 'em.
William Cowp@.
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, heard. lookin round all the time a. Wild -
q buck RABBIT, but without mov1n to oomo
down.
TIL bring him. boys" ses John Hendr1ckss
and with tina he sent a niger to town 70
bring him q bottle Of whisky.
] AS soon as the whisky come HendrfckD
tuck a drink himself. and then went to the
tree and axed Sam II he wouldn't have
some
Come. samy." ses he. 18TH do good
this cold mornin. Come down, ED Taller,
and try some"
"Ow.-ow.-ooeoo-oep' was an that San
could say.
After try1n in vain to convince him that
Their wasn't no devil about, Hendricks tuok
another drink, and sot the bottle on .
stump a little ways from the trse, %
Samy could see 1t, and then went and Id
himself again, to watck-
By this time the sun was up several hours
and the frost was OF the ground Sam BE-
gun to calm down. He gradually got over
his skeer. .Lookin round to satisfy himssl3
that the devil and his hounds was all gone
he spied the bottle Of whisky what Hen
bricks left.
Now you watch him.. ses Hendricks.
"he's beginn.n to come too. and hSs mon.
strous dry by this time. and II that bottle
don't bring him, then he aain't Sam odum
no more.
Shore enough. the first thing they know'd
Sam come slidin down the old sweet gum.
and gwins straight to the stump. tuck .
| good long swig. Before no tuck tho bottle
from his head his friends had him sur
rounded. The whisky had the effect to
bring him to his senses. and after putin on
some clothes what they had brought for
him, he went along quietly enough with
'em to his home, whar every thing was ex-
planned to his satisfaction.
The whole circumstance crowd out Of .
fox-hunt what the boys wa swine to have
that mornin> They had come after Bob
Moreland. who lived next door to Odum
Not KNOWN that Sam was Test gittin over
one of his blow-outs, they blow'd ther horns
to wake Bob. which sot tho hounds to
howlin. and made pore Odum think the
devil was come for him shore enough.
The doctor wa sent for. and Odum was
put to bed agin. He was scratched and
bruised comfortable. and wasn't able to be
about asin for some time. But that wal
his last blowout The dreadful bad cold
he got liked to kill him, NC sksered him 90
bad that he swore Cd drinkin' any more
whisky a. long a. he lived. and 1ined the
temperance society the nrst thing when b
got welL-Major Joseph Jones
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Sam to stop. But they mought a. well
hollered to the winds. Away he went
never stoppin for any thing. till he got to
the woods, in which he soon disappeared.
screamin and yellin like . maniac all the
Z time.
After runnin about half . milo in the
| woods, he tuck q sweet-gum, and, climbin
into the very top limbs, SGT thar when his
pursuers come up. remblin and shakin like
he had a ager. with his shirt all tore to
ribbons. and his legs and feet bleedin whar
they was cut and scratched al to pieces
with tho brush and briars.
His friends tried to coax him down from
the tree, but all they could do they couldn't
git lin to move q peg.
Come down, samy," Sos Joe Enderman,
what upon yeath has got into you to cut
SIGH a antio this mornin7 Come down, old
feller."
Sam tuck no notice, but Jest KEEP on
groanin and screamin and holdin tight to
the tree.
"Come down, samy-we's yer friends-no.
body shan't hurt you"
"Oh. let M Of this time. Mr.. Devil" ses
odum. clingin to the limb he was on. and
lookin down as Wild as a loon.
oSS WV 4hSA
amt no devil here. Don't you know me.
Sam7 Come down and less go home before
you catch yer death of cold"
"Ow!-ow!-oo-oo-oo!' ses Odum.
"Oh, don't DO a dinged fool. Samy!" ses
old John Hendricks. who was a partickeler
chum Of Odum's and had had the IMAM
with the poker after him a time or two
himself. "Come down out OF that No
body amt gwine to hurt you"
But all the scoldin and coaxin In creation
couldn't move Sam. He know'd the old
devil was after him with all the hounds in
the internal regions. and he was determined
not to let 'em catch him II he could help 1t.
His friends indin that they couldn't do
nothin by reasonin with him, they all agreed
to 60 away and hide themselves, and sec
II he wouldn't come dow by himself. But
thar he sot and sot, maxim the ugliest noise
through his rattiin teeth that eyer mortal
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never disturbed anybody; but sometimes he
used to keep It up SO long, ant drink 50
much Ticker, hat his head-works would
git out Of order. and then he used to have
the devlishest notions that ever entered the
brains of any human white man. Some
times he would get so bad of that he
would have to have the doctor to him for
several days; and when he would git over
his crazy spell, 1t would be q week before
he could do any thing. and before he would
look natural out Of his eyes. After drinkin
to . certain notch he seemed to AVE o
idee that the devil was svins to carry him
of; and sometimes, when he got in one OF
these tantrums. he used to sec all sorts Of
sights. and 1t tuck three or four Of his
friends to hold him in his bed, and all they
could do they couldn't persuade hin out Of
the notion that the old gentleman with the
horns and the cows foot was after him
with . three-pronged pitchfork.
One time. Jest after the October cleo
ton, when Sans candidate for Governor
got beat he has . great politician. and
used to bet strong sometimes). he tuck ono
Of his regular blow-outs. He had been full
rs O tick for more'n q week, and had got to
that pint when II was necessary for him to
tapSA ohs Aho q AWoJO . oAA1SuA AA0s
ter with Sam, and had to be managed with
q great deal Of caution. His friends had
been settin up with him. and watchin him
for q couple Of nights. and he was Jest be-
ginnin to come to his senses . little, when
Q circumstance happened hat like to been
the eend Of him.
It was about daylight on q cold, frosty
morning, and Sam was lynn on his bed
tryin to collect his senses. which had been
wanderin all over creation, while his
friends, what was watchin him. had drapped
of into a doze. He had seed the man with
the poker" az he called him. two or three
times durin the night, and had managed to
give him the dodge; and he was wonderin
whether the old cuss had gin up the chase.
or was Jest skulkin about watchin for q
good chance to git hold Of him. Bimeby
he heard a noise out Of doors tho
trampin Of feet. 6prinEin up on his elbow
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SOME r
. ENGLISH MADRIGALS.


Thus start my ladys humour7
Name ye some galants to her,
Why straight forsooth I woo her.
Then burst (s) she forth in passion,
You men love but for fashion,"
Yet sure I am that no man
Ever SO loved woman
Then alas. Love. be wary,
For women be contrary.
ssss
April Is in my mistress face.
And July in her eyes hath place;
Within her bosom Is September,
But In her heart a cold December.
0ee
fair as morn, as fresh as May,
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The Frog and the Crab

There was a frog swum In the lake,
The crab came crawling BY:
'Wilt thou" Goth the frog. 'be my maker
Goth the crab, mo, not l."
MY skin is sooth and dapplsd ina
I can leap far and nigh.
Thy shell is hard: 50 II not mine.
Goth the crab. mo. not Z"
'-Tell me-" then spaks the crab, therefor
Or else I thee defy:
Give me thy claw. I ASK no more"
Goth the frog. That VIII L"
The crab bit on the frogs fore-feet:
The frog then he must die.
To WOO a crab 1t Is not meet.
If any do. It IL not I
-oId Sons
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I Nun Be Married a Sunday.
I mum be married q Sunday;
] mum be married q Sunday:
Whosoever shall come that way,
I mum be married q Sunday.
Rooster Doister Is my name;
Roister Doister is my name;
A lusty brute I am the same;
I mum be married q Sunday.
Christian Custance have I found,
Christian Custance have I found:
A widow worth a thousand pound;
I mum be married . Sunday.
Custanos is a. sweet as honey;
Custance is as sweet as honey;
I her lamb. and h my coney;
I mum be married q Sunday.
When we shall make our wedding feast,
When we shall make our wedding feast,
There shall DO cheer for man and beast
! mum DO married q Sunday.
I mum be married q Sunday.
Old Song.
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church. was found the saddle trampled IN
tho dirti the tracks Of horses hoofs deep
ly dented in the road, and evidently at
furious speed, were traced to the bridge.
beyond which, on the bank Of a broad part
OF tho brook. where the water ran deep and
black, was found the hat Of the unfortunate
Ichabod, and close beside It a shattered
pumpkin. . .
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To Minerva
From the Greek

CFrom the Greek.)
My temples throb, my pulses boil;
I'm sick Of song and ode and BALLAD
So. Thyrsis, take the midnight oil
And pour II on q lobster-salad.
Ny brain is dull. my sight is foul,
I cannot write a verse or read
Then, Pallas, take away thine owl,
And let US have a lark instead.
Thomas Hood.
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e THE ! KING ! OF ! YVETOT. FROM
It was . king Of Yvetot

It was . king Of Yvetot
Whom few historians namsI
A sleeper fast a walker slow.
No dreams had he Of fame.
BY Bettys hand with nightcap crown'd.
He snorsd In state-the whole clock round
Profound
Hal hal hal hal Hol hoI hoi hoi
A kingdom match with YvetotI
Hoi hol
-Four goodiy meals . day. within
His palace-walls Of mud.
He stow'd beneath his royal skin,
And on an ass-his stud
In triumph through his realm would jog,
His guard, with vigilance agog.c
A dosI
hal hal hal HoI hoi hoi hoi
A Kingdom match with Yvetotl
Hoi hol
No costly regal tastes had he.
Save thirstiness alone,
But ere q people blest can b.
We must support the thronel
30 from each cask now tapp'd he got,
Oils own taI-gath'rerJ OF the spot,
A poti
Hal hal bal hal Hoi hoI hoi hol
4 kingdom match with Yvetotl
Ho! hoi
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A pretty grace in saying nay.
SmiI'st thou, sweetheart? then sing and
say.
But, h tina love enchanting eye!
Lo! hero my doubtful doom I try.
Tell me, my sweet: 1.-Two I. or die?
She smiles-Fa Ia la;
She frowns-Ah, mel I die.
Ny bonny lasA thine eya.
30 sly.
Hath made mo sorrow so;
Thy crimson cheeks, my dear.
30 clear,
HavU 20 much wrought my woe;
Thy pleasing smiles and grace,
Thy face.
Have ravishsd 10 my sprites.
That LIE II crown to nought
Through thought
OF love, which me affrights.
For fancy's flames Of IRE
Aspire
Unto such furious power
A., but tho tears I shed
Make dead
The brands would me devour.
should consume to nought
Through thought
OF thy fair shining eye,
Thy cheeks, thy pleasing smiles.
The wiles
That forced my heart to dies
Thy graos. thy face, the part
Where art
Stands gazing stll to sec
The wondrous stfts n power.
Each hour.
That hath bewitched me-
My focks feed not. my yves breed not
My rams speed not. all - amissl g.
Love is dying. faiths defying.
Hearts denying, causer OF this.
All my merry jigs are quite forgot;
All my ladys love is lost, God wot!
Where her faith was firmly fixed In love.
There q may" is placed without remove.
One silly Cross, wrought all my loss!
o frowning fortune! cursed. hckle dame
For now I see. Inconsistency.
More in women than In men remain.
We be three poor mariners,
Newly come from the seas;
We spend our lives in jeopardy.
While others live in ease.
we go dance the round, the round,
Shall We &C dance the round;
And be that IL a bully boy,
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Rich and Poor: or, Saint and Sinner

Rich and Poor; or, Saint and Sinner
The poor mans sins are glazing;
In the face OF ghostly warning,
He is caught in the fact
OF an overt act
Buying green's on Sunday morning.
The rich mans sins are hidden
In the pomp of wealth and station:
And escape the sight
OF the children of light,
Who are wise in their generation.
The rich man has q kitchen.
And cooks to dress his dinner;
The poor who would roast
To the bakers must post,
And thus becomes q sinner.
Tho rich man has a cellar.
And a ready butler by himy
The poor must steer
For his pint Of beer
Where the saint can't choose but SPY him
The rich mans painted windows
Hide the concerts of the quality:
The poor can but share
A crack'd fiddle in the air,
Which offends all sound morality.
Tho rich man is invisible
In the crowd OF his gay society;
But the poor mans delight
Is a sore in the sight
And a stencil in the nose Of piety.
Tho rich man has a carriage
Where no rude eyes can flout him:
IT poor mans bane
Is a third-class train.
With the daylight all about him.
The rich man goes out yachting.
Where sanctity can't pursue him;
The poor goes afloat
In a fourpenny boat,
Where the Bishop groans to view him.
Thomas Love Peacock.