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“The ferment of a free, is preferable to the torpor of a despotic, Government.”
VOL. II.
ATHENS, GEORGIA, MAY 11, 1833.
WO. 8.
SiJoetri?.
From the Kew-York Young Man's Advocate.
THE PARTING WISH.
Remember me—when on thy way,
Ho]xi shmis her best and brightest ray;
When round tho loved and social hearth,
Eat h voice is heard in tone of mirth.
The lightest scene of other days:
When thy glad heart beats full and free,
Then—oh, then, remembe r me.
Remember rne—when sorrows throw
Tin ir shadow on thy heart and brow;
When all the beautiful—the gay,
The fondly lov’d have passed away.
When every earthly hope and trust
Lies withered—ruined—in the dust,
And from the world thou fain would’st flee.
Then—oh, then, remember me.
Remember rne in future years,
When all tho hopes and all the fears,
Th it brighten now, or dim Ihy way.
Like transient dreams are swept away,
Before thee let one vision linger,
Made brighter still by F .ncy’s finger.
A scene like this, oh may it tie,
Then—oh, then, remember me.
HOME.
That is not home where, day by day,
I wear the busy hours away;
That is not home, where lonely night
Prepares me for the toils of light;
’Tis hope, and joy, and memory give
A homo in which the heart can live.
Those walls no lingering hopes endear,
No fond remembrance chains me here,
Cheerless I heave the lonely sigh :
Fair lady, canst thou tell me why ?
’Tis where t'iou art, is home for me,
A home of bliss—for I’m with thee.
There are who strangely love to roam,
And find in wildest haunts their home;
And sonic in halls and lordly state,
Who yet are homeless—desolate.
The sailor’s homo is on tho main;
The warrior's on tho tented plain:
The maiden’s on her bower of rest;
The infant’s on its mother’s broast;
l>ut where thou art is home to me,
A home of bliss—for I’m with thee.
There is no home in th’ halls of pride.
They arc too high, and cold, and wide.
No homo is by the wanderer found,-
Tis not in place—it hath no bound;
It is a circling atmosphere
Investing all the heart holds dear,
A law of strange attractive force,
That holds tho feelings in their course ;
It is a prcsonce undefin’d
O’er shadowing the conscious mind,
Where love and beauty sweetly blend
To consecrate the name of friend:
Where’er thou art is home to me,
A blissful home—for I’m with theo.
JSUSCCUiTttIJ.
While the dance is yet in its vigor, let us
look at some of the characters who are par
taking of its pleasure.
Here comes a young tree of a fellow, who
moves along as if his feet did’nt know which
should dance first. He must have sat for
Whittier’s portrait of the “lean man;” for I
defy the acutest anatomist to find enough
adipose matter, in his whole frame, to grease
a frying pan. He is the very pcrsonifica.
tiou of skin and bones and, if his color were
the ri ht kind, could casi y be mistake . f r
a peripatetic mummy. His head is so far
from his heels, that I doubt whether they ever
take cognizance of each other’s movements;
and I shrewdly suspect they sometimes start
in different directions; which must give rise
to severe contests. He is determined, how.
ever to have no disagreement to night, for he
keeps a strict watch otter the latter which
must of course, be under his eye all the time.
I, being a small man, was unable, during the
whole evening, to ascertain the true char-
acter of his physiognomy. A9 might be ex-
pected, his partner is the smallest lady in the
room; (man always goes by contrast;) and he
is sometimes troubled by losing her in the
crowd.
But here comes a couple, in every respect
the antipodes of the other. The mule is
about three feet, and the woman is six at least;
I do wish people would match themselves
mote entirely. I can’t conceive why a duck
should set up to dance a jig with a crane, or
a mouse with a dromedary. Now, I am by
no means sure that she secs him at all, and
as to hearing him if he could speak—--don’t
dream of such a thing. Unlike the lengthy
subject we have just dismissed, his feet have
much unanimity of movement, and go to
gether very like a sparrow’s or kangaroo’s,
lie dances all up in a heap while th it type of
longitude, his partner, jumps almost as high
as his head, and just now lit on his toes, to
his huge discomfiture. They ought to be
sent to “ Bachelor’s Elysium,” and forced to
dance together eternally.
But move back a little, for there is no or
dinary dancer at work now. He must be a
genius, for his movements are erratic. I won
der what he is skating on the dry floor for.—
Away he jumps to one side; and anon, before
you get your eyes fairly on liim, he is on the
other. Oae would think he had a head wind,
and, like Commodore Trunnion, wished to
tack through the reel. His legs appear to
belong to different bodies,
" Far one, as if suspicious of his brother,
Desirous seems to run away from the other
and you may, consequently soon expect nul
lification and disunion. There ought to be
a mill-pond everlastingly frozen for his par
ticular benefit.
Ah! whom have we here, with emaciated
l.ited a raw-boned six footer at my elbow;—
“ins’t that ar feller no doctor no how, and
nothing but a Natche black-leg ?”
“ He is not a doctor any more than you,
and is a black-leg.”
“Wellnow,”continued the aforesaid six-
footer “ that does beat Jim Duncan. But I
tell you what, stranger, he’s a choppin on
the wrong log now; if he ain’t I wish I may
never fling another axe again.”
“ He’s ridin on the wrong nag this time by
hokey,” said a jockey from behind.
For a moment I felt for him for I well knew
that his chance for mercy was small; but my
city pride was effectually roused, and I look
ed for the result with interest.
The whole room was now startled by the
loud tones of the six-footer, who, after con
siderable manceuvering was enabled to get
Doctor Legrand within the reach of his arm.
« I say, my larker,” thundered he, reach
ing over and grasping the unconscious object
of his anger, in the midst of a pigeon wing
(which he was executing to show that he
could dance,) and drawing him with a kind of
bear’s hug out of the reel; “I say, my honey,
am’t you a doctor?
At this startling query, and no less startling
manner in propounding it,the music, dancing,
and conversation instantly ceased, and the
room was as silent as though it had been
empty.
Doctor Legrand, from the city of C., some
what thrown ofT his guard, looked at his que
rist in unfeigned astonishment; but in a mo
ment, recollecting himself, his expression
changed to one of supreme anger and con
tempt. His whole frame quivered with rage,
as he exclaimed,
“ Let go your hold, instantly, you scoun
drel, or I’ll make you repent it.”
“Oh! well now,’’ said the imperturbable
six-footer, with a cannon’s mouth sort of ex
pression in his eyes, « you nced’nt think you
are a gwain to bully and body hereabouts, for
you am’t; but if you ar a real doctor, let it
out, and ”
“Let me go!” screamed the infuriated
black-leg: “let me go you rascal! I’ll have
satisfaction for this insult.”
“That you shall,” quoth mine host, who
obble-obble of a veteran turkey over head;
the horse sprang furiously into the road, and
the clatter of his hoofs was soon lost in the
distance!
From the New-York Mirror.
A good joke.—One fine winter evening,
early in the present century, Col. (Blank
queer name, is it not ?) and his maiden
sister, Patty, were sitting, one on each side
of a delightful hickory fire enjoying their ati.
um cum dignitatus, without any interruption,
for neither of them had spoken a word for at
least an hour; and that, considering the sex
of Miss Patty, was certainly very remarkable.
The Col. was sitting cross legged; in a great
arm-chair, with his pipe in one hand, news,
paper in the other, spectacles on—fast asleep-
Miss Patty was moving herself gently back
wards and forwards, in a low rocking chair
—sitting as straight as an arrow—knitting.
Close at her feet was Miss Puss, her paws
folded gracefully under her, dozing very com
posedly, and evincing her satisfaction by mur
muring forth a monotonous, though rather
musical p-u-r-r—while Mr. Carlo was stretch
ed out at full length on the rug in front of the
fire, and like his master, sound asleep.
At length the Colonel, rousing from his
nap, took off his spectacles, and rubbed his
eyes, then glancing them at a huge pile of
papers, that lay on the table near him, said
yawning at the same time most emphatically,
* I wish Henry was here to help me about
my rents.’
‘ Well, I really wish he was,’ answered his
sister.
‘ I can’t expect him this month, yet,’yawn
ed the Colonel.
* Hadn’t you better send for him, then?’—
said his sister.
Upon this the dog got up and walked to
wards the door.
‘Whereare you going Carlo?’ said tho
old gentleman.
The dog looked up in his master’s face
wagged his tail a little, but never said a word
and pursued his way towards the door, and
as he could not very well open it himself,
Miss Patty got up and opened it for him.
A KENTUCKY BALL.
It came to my cars, somewhere in the
latter days of old’32, that there was to boa
great ball on Christmas evening at squire
G ’s tavern, B county, Ken
tucky, and that, as “ Christmas comes but
once a year,” all the beauty of said coun
ty, and of two or three adjoining, would grace
the occasion. Such an opportunity of wit-
The Colonel seemed perfectly satisfied, and
having been informed of the imposture, now j was composing himself for another nap, when
entered the room; “Here, Harry —Bill— the loud and joyful barking of the dog, an
saddle that big soTrel horse, and bring him nounced the approach of some one, induced
out!” j him to alter his determination. Presently the
This was the knell of the doctor, who now I door was violently opened, and a young man
submitted to whatever might come. gaily entered the room.
By this time the ball room presented a ‘ Why, William Henry, is that you ?’ said
scene of indescribable confusion. The gen- Aunt Patty.
tlemen had all collected roumTthe soi disant ‘ Harry, my boy, I’m heartily glad to see
doctor; while those ladies who had remain. I you,’ said the Colonel, getting earnestly out
ed through curiosity, fled from a scene not of his chair, and giving his nephew a substan
likely to be much to their taste. tial shake of the hand. ‘ Pray what has
The discomfited black-leg, finding nothing brought you home so suddenly ?’
figure, and deep sunk eyes, that seem to look 1 to be gained by blustering, tried the effect of 4 Do tell,’ said Aunt Patty, peeping over
forth from a powerful mind? He is a talen- an appeal to the generosity of his hearers; I her spectacles.
ted youth I am sure; perhaps some rural stu-1 but only received such responses as, I ‘Oh! I don’t know,’ said Henry. ‘ It :
dent, who is wasting his existence over the! “Tar and feather him!” from one. j rather dull in town, so I thought I would just
midnight lamp, and has yielded to pressing “Ride him on a rail!” from another;—I step up and see how you all come on.’
solicitations to join the Christmas festivities j while a third exclaimed, 1 * Well, I’m deuced glad to see you—sit
Full many a gam,” &,c. J « Give him forty, save one !” 1 down,’ said the Colonel.
How abstracted in the midst of life; and “ Ay! a little oleaginous extract of hick- ‘ So do,’ said his sister,
how little he appears to enjoy the revelry of ory, which is synonymous, is generally ben- But Henry, instead of doing as he was bid
the dance! He wears a frock coat, which is cficial!” echoed a pedagogue from behind. 1 hopped out of the room, but soon hopped
usually inadmissible; but' his talents are a “ Mark him with two slits and a cross!”
nessing one of the characteristics of the good J cloak lor that. I wish I could cultivate his echoed the dealer in pork,
old State of Kent tick, was yot to be lost, so I ; friendship, for Ilove the society of talented “Nick him!” ejaculated tho jockey, on a
hired a horse (N. B. I paid for him,) and i men. But how’s this ? Oh! he dances cross-1 high key.
rode lor the scene of action, where I arrived
about six o’clock, P. M.
But liitle preparation was necessary to
again, with a bottle in each hand, and giving
one of them to the old lady, he said,
* There, aunt, is a bottle of first rate snuff
for you—and here, uncle, is one of capital
Maraschino.’
‘Thank you, my boy,’ said the Colonel.—
* Positively, it does my heart good to sec
legged! However, the sons of genius are al-.j “ String him up under the second section!”
lowed to be eccentric; and besides, a stu- quoth a militia captain,
dent cannot be expected to study the graces I “ Hurrah for Jackson!” cried a whole hog
mingle iu ;he festivities which had commen- j very attentively. man, merging his resentment in devotion to j you in such fine spirits.’
ced an hour previously; for, you must know j “ Pray, sir, is not that young fellow, in a the Hero. I ‘ And mine too,’ said his sister,
that country folks are not shackled by fash, i frock coat, a man of talents ? Does he not At this moment, Bill popped his greasy did you haveto pay for this snuff?’
ionablc hours, and I entered the room, where all ’ sometimes soar aloft on the wings of thought, face in at the door, with * I Here Carlo began to jump upon him; so
‘What
was life, among the nether appendages at least,
I instantly felt at home, though I knew hard,
ly a soul; for I saw that every one was pleas.
and pierce the very sky with his intellect?” I “De hoss ready for de doctor /” mixing up I he was not obliged to hear the question but
“ Ay,” was the laconic answer. the emphasis on the fatal title with a half I busied himself in keeping off the dog.
“I was sure of it! sure of it! d’ye here smothered liaw haw. ] < Down, Carlo !’shouted the Colonel, a lit-
cd with every one’s self, and everybody clse’s Tom?' Don’t you believe in Lavater now? “ Doctor Legrand,” said the landlord, “your tie sternly : and down went the dog, with a
self, and that enjoyment was the order of the j Tfc.ere’s no doubt about it. I never was mis- horse is at the stile.” I look so hummed and dejected that the Colon
evening. taken in my life! ” « But my dear sir, you certainly will not I el began to feel sorry that he had spoken so
It is one of the peculiar gifts of the untu-! “He, sir,” continued the person 1 had in- turn me out of doors in such a night as this! I cross. So, stretching out his hand, he pat
tored Kentuckians, to set at case all around j terro 6 ated, “he sir, is the very genius of vil- it is raining in torrents j” ted the dog affectionately on the head—say
them, by the unostentatious cordiality of their , lage tailors! but I suspect never soars on I “ Oh! that’ll season your bark 1” replied J mg
manners, and the hearty hospitality that ever ! any wings but his goose’s and is not accused | the six-footer, as he hurried him to the door. | ‘Why, Carlo, poor Carlo, you needn’t
greets a stranger; though as will be seeu in
the sequel, they arc quick to avenge any im.
position upon it.
The first object that arrested my atten-
tion on entering, was Pompey the musician, a
portly gentleman of color of 14 stone or there-
alxiuts, who was ensconfced behind the door,
and was working every muscle in his body ;
to furnish what he termed “fuss rate music.”
His body was lazily thrown back into his
chair which groaned, (if ever a chfair did
groan) with the unusual burden, while his
head and feet together served to keep time.
His eyes were slightly closed, as if the mel-
ody of his own fiddle was too overpowering for
their lids,and there was a sort of half grin on
his lips expressive of exquisite delight, which
waxed into an ample gateway, exhibiting a
double row of ivory teeth, as often as some
“ desiderate gemmau” ordered for him a glass
of his “ginooine toddy.” Occasionally as a
bright thought struck him he would stop, and
after givingil forth with a hearty fte-aut, hc-aio,
would flourish his bow with accelerated ve.
locity. • We, every day see eyes and mouths
laugh; but Pompey’s nose, ears, and body
all laughed together, as an elephant ought be
supposed to, and no one, who saw him in one
of his fits of cachiimation, could refrain from
joining the chorus that went round the room.
His good humor served not a little to heigh
ten the animation of the company’s, while
his mock dignity effectually kept all prying
°bonies out of his way.
of piercing with any thing but his needle!” They were followed by the whole company I feel so bad; I only wanted you to be a little
I was thunderstruck! with such jeers as more polite.’
“A tailor! a cobbler of clothes! Oh! im- “I reckon he won’t possum doctor agin,” J Carlo pricked up his ears, and showed oth
! utterly impossible!” to the stile, where the doctor’s Bucephalus er signs of returning animation, though he
I wish the tailor’s goose down the fellow’s was already in waiting. He was about to did not immediately recover his spirits,
throat, and Lavater in a Dutch oven with all mount, and, indeed was half way to his seat, But he looked up with an expression that
my heart. Hero have I been delving through when the militia captain, with the coolness of seemed to say, ‘ You need make no apology,
Lavater for years—like a worm that went a warrior, dragged him down, determined, as sir,'and settled himself in dignified silence
through twenty four volumes, never pcnctra-1 he said, that no rule of military ethics should J under his master’s chair.
In the meantime, Henry (anxious, ci
with ludicrous I ther to help his uncle or himself, I cannot say
... .or you’d know I which) had broken the seal from the top of
whiskers walking through the dance with an J as how you ought eternally to retreat, face I the bottle of cordial, and drawn the cork,
airot studied grace and nonchalence! He looks I to the enemy!” J while Aunt Pattv got some glasses
like a city gentleman.” With this soldierly council, the captain I ‘ Well, my* boy/ said the Colonel, whose
“ And that is, said a person' beside me, I lifted him to the saddle,as he termed it, in re- good humor increased every moment, ‘ what’s
“Doctor Legrand, from the city of C.”—I versed order, that is, with his back to the hor-1 the news in Boston? any thing happened?’
“ Doctor Legrand, from, the city of C.?— se’s head. The captain then drew a roll of ‘No—yes,* said Henry, bursting into a
Doctor Legrand ! Why, sir, I have lived 1 stout cord from his ‘ foraging cap,* made of j violent fit of laughter. ‘Yes,’ continued he,
there all my life, and never before heard ol 1 * coon skins, with the tail pendant from behind, J as he had recovered himself, * I have got one
Doctor Legrand. He may be a new comer; j and proceeded deliberately to fasten the feet] of die best jokes to' tell you that you ever
but let me look at him.” / * of Doctor Legrand, from the city of C. under heard of in your life.’
As I spoke, Doctor Legrand from the city his horse. As he stepped back from the ‘No!’ exclaimed his uncle with amma-
of C. turned towards me, and in spite of tho completion of the job, the jockey cried at the tion.
disguise of huge whiskers and a pair of gold top of his voice at the same time extending * Do tell,* said Aunt Patty, taking a
rimmed spectacles, I discovered the face of this whip,' of snuff.
the most noted black leg the city of.C. had “ Clear the track—the rider’s mounted!” Now the Colonel was noted for his extraor-
ever known. Not satisfied with the impor- which was instantiy followed by the captain, dinary relish of a good joke; even though
tance conferred by whiskers fine clothes, spec- « Attention the whole! Quick time—for- was a sufferer by it himself,
tacles, half a dozen gold seals, die. he must ward march!” J «Come let’s have it,* said he, filling his
have more forsooth, by dubbing him Doctor! As the last word was uttered, the jockey I glass.
‘‘And a pretty doctor he is! Why, sir, brought his whip with a loud crack on the I < La suz,* said Aunt Patty,
he’s a black leg, a knave, a swindler—” I flanks of the doctor’s steed; the company set ‘ Well, you must know,’ said Hediy, hard
“What’s that you say, stranger?’ ejacu-1 up a shout which was joined by the gobble- ly able to keep from laughine,«that while
was in town I met with an old and particular 1
friend of mine, about my own age,* here he
stroked his beard^« a confounded clever fel
low, very good looking, but as poor as pover
ty.’ (Here he thrust one hand into his pock
et, and commenced jingling at his pen-knives,
keys, pocket-comb and half cent pieces.)—
About two months ago he fell desperately in
love with a young girl, and wants to marry
her but dares not, without consent of his un-
cle, a very fine old gentleman as rich as
Croesus—do take a little more .cordial.*
* Why—don’t his uncle wish him to marry ?”
* Oh yes! but there’s the rub. He is ve-
ry anxious that Bill should get a wife, but he’s
terribly afraid that he’ll be taken in. Be
cause it is generally understood that he is
to be the old gentleman’s heir. And for this
reason, his uncle, although very liberal in eve
ry thing else, suspects every young lady, that
pays his nephew the least attention, of being
a fortune hunter.’
The old rip,’ said the Colonel; ‘ why
can’t he let the boy have his own way ?’
* I think as much,’ said Miss Patty.
Puss got up, scratched herself, and began
to sneeze. •
* Scat,’ said Miss Patty—and away went
Puss.
* Well, how did he manage ?’ said the
Colonel.
Why,’ said Henry, laughing, * he was in
a confounded pickle. He was afraid to ask
his uncle’s consent right out: he could not
manage to let him see the girl, for she lives
at some distance. But he knew that his un
cle enjoyed a good, joke, and was an enthu
siastic admirer of beauty. So, what does he
do—but go and have her miniature taken,
for she was extremely beautiful, besides being
intelligent and accomplished.’
Beautiful! intelligent! and accomplished!’
exclaimed the Colonel,« pray what objection
could the fool have to her ?’
Why,sho is not worth a cent,’ said Henry.
Fudge,’ said the Colonel; * I wish I had
been in the ojd chap’s place, but how did he
get along ?’
* Why, as I said, lie had her picture taken,
and as it was about time for collecting rents,
he thought it would make the old gentleman
good natured if he went home and offered to
assist him. So home he went, taking with
him a parcel of oranges. By the by—that
puts me in mind—I bought some at the same
place, but have left them in the hall.’ So,
skipping out of the room, he returned with
a handkerchief filled with some of the finest
oranges that ever came over; and handing
one of them to his aunt, he laid the rest on
the table beside his uncle.
The old gentleman smiled in every corner
of his face, and put his hand into his pocket.
* Why didn’t he marry her at once, and
leave the rest to chance ?’ asked the Colonel.
‘ Shoot me if I wouldn’t.’
‘ Why—you must know that Bill loves
his uncle as well as if he had been his own
father—for the old gentleman was as good as
a father to him. So he could not bear the idea
of getting married without trying to get his
consent. And then you see ; he could be
married at home, and that would just suit his
uncle, for he is mighty fond of a good frolic
now and then.’
* He deserves to have her for that one
thing,’ said the Colonel, with emotion. Shoot
me, if I don’t wish I had been his uncle.—
Don’t you think so, Carlo ?’ addressing the
dog who was just coming from under his
chair.
‘Yessir,’ said Carlo—or rather seemed
to say; for he looked up with an expression
so intelligent, that it conveyed the meaning
as plainly as though he had spoken it in
words.
‘La suz!’ said Aunt Patty.
«Positively, Colonel, I think you have got
the finest dog in the country,’ said Henry,
patting Carlo on the head.
Now if there was one thing that tho old
gentleman liked better than to be called Co
lonel, it was to have his dog praised. So he.
grew warmer and warmer, and presently
pulled out his pocket-book.
‘Well,’ said he, ’did he give his consent?
What comes next ?’
«Why,’ said Henry, * the old gentleman
was mightily tickled to see the oranges. So
he bade him a hearty welcome, and asked
him all about every thing and every body in
town. This was just what Bill wanted. ^ So
after answering all inquiries, he takes the
miniature out of his pocket, and handing it to
his uncle, asked how he liked it—telling him
that a particular friend lent it to him. The
old gentleman was in an ccstacy of delight,
and declared he would give the world to sec
a woman as handsome as that, and that Bill
might have her.’
«Ha!’ shouted the Colonel. The old chap
was well come up with* The best joke I
ever heard of—but was she really so beau
tiful T
* The most angelic creature! ever saw,’
said Henry. ‘ But you can judge for your
self. He lent me the picture, and knowing
your taste that way, I brought it for you to
look at.’ Here Henry took it out of his pock
et and banded it to his uncle, at the 6ame
.time refilling his glass.
«Do tell,* said Aunt Patty—getting out of
her chair to look at the picture. «Well now,
if that aint a beauty !*
* You may well say that, sister/ «aid the
Colonel. ‘Shoot me if I don’t wish I had
been in Bill’s place. Deuce take it,,
didn’t you get the girl yourselft Henry ? Tho
meet beautiful creature I ev«e laid my eyes
z
on! I,d give a thousand dollars for such' a
niece.’ " 1
‘Would you?* said Henry, patting iho
dog.
‘Yes, that I would/ said the Colonel, and
nine thousand more upon the top of it, and
that makes ten thousand shoot me, if I
wouldn’t!’ and the Colonel wiped his eyes*
* Do tell/ said Aunt Patty.
* Then I’ll introduce her to
row/ said Henry.
And so he did; and in duo time they were
married.
you to-mor-
pinch
[From the Portland Daily Advertiser and Patriot ]
DINNER TO MAJ. JACK DOWNING.
Extract ofa letter from down East.
It affords me much pleasure to be able to
send the first account of the civic honors con.
ferred on this illustrious chieftain, who has
been so instrumental in bringing to a glorious
and bloodless termination the war of the
straddlebugs. >. t.
On the arrival of Major Downing at tho bar
rier of slabs and upturned roots which forms
the eastern line of Hurrysukit, and is now the
suburbs of Downingsviilb, he was met by a
Committee, the Chairman of which, Squire
Grant, addressed the Major as follows :
“ Major Downing ! Penetrated with the
profoundest feelings of respect and gratitude,
your fellow citizens of DowningsviUe, and the
region round about, have directed us to meet
you at the threshold of your native city, reu»
dered illustrious by your deeds of arms, and
in their came to welcome and congratulate
you on your safe return, after the perils, fa
tigues and huir-breadth escapes encountered
by you alone, and single-handed, in meeting
the whole chivalry of South Carolina, with
Brigadier H milton at their head—sustaining
the honor of knighthood unsullied; compell-
ing the enemy to retreat beyond the reach of
his own vo co out-brag ;i..g him at alt points,
and finally causug him to lick the <fo 3t and
cry pecavi ! thus showing all Europe, Asia,
and a pretty considerable part of Africa, how
much can be done by one man when he is in
earnest ! Wc therefore invite you, in the
name of your fellow citizens in general, and
your military co-patriots in particular, to par
take of a public dinner « now being cook’d,”
and in all probability (unless the devil is in
he pot) will be ready in two hours from this
time.”
To which Major Downing was pleased to
make the following laconic and characteristic
reply :
“ Gentlemen ! No more palaver, hut let us
prepare for action—some bitters—and while
the punch is brewing I will take a julep and
then to dinner with what appetite' we may.”
At one o’clock the company sat down to a
sumptuous repast prepared in Capt. Zebulon
Tripe’s best style. After the cowcumbers
were removed the President, Gen. Flash-in-
the-pan, rose and addressed the company in
substance as follows—-Fellow soldiers and fel
low citizens : citizen soldiers and soldier citi
zens ! one and all please to fill the bumper
to the man that’s filled the gallon pot of his
country’s glory, and is ready to do it again
and again, if so be his country’s glory should
again be dry : are you all filled ? “ I rather
guess not!” said Lieutenant Spare Ribs,
who like somebody of old, grew hungry on
what he fed on. The President, not hearing
or not heeding the Lieutenant’s reply—“Our
guest—if Trajan found a Pliny, Major Dow
ning shall not lack an historian nor Brigadier
Hamilton a bellows blower.”
9 cheers—music, “ The Campbeiis are
coming.”
Major Downing arose amidst a thunder of
applause and with that peculiar winning, mod-
dest, retiring manner and subdued tor e. said:
Mr. President and gentlemen! Little did I
expect, when I' left my native hills, to nest
the wishes and the expectations of the hero
of three wars, ( since the war of nullification'
is ended) little did I think that in one short
campaign of six months such a change would
be wrought in the destinies of the world !
When I left you, all was dark and dismal
despondenej'. The tariff, that terrible mon
ster, was abroad like a roaring lion, seeking
whom he might devour—all was going 10
wreck and ruin. The sun never rose till
noon-day, the moon hid her pale face behind
a nullification cloud, which grew thicker and
thicker and thicker, until my arrival at Wash-
ington, when on the 10th of December, anno
domini 1832, Andrew Jackson and myself is
sued a proclamation which dispersed the cloud
and produced (if I might be allowed to say) a
day of political penticost. When Parlhiansand
Medes, Elamites and dwellers in Massachu
setts, were all amazed, saying one to anoth
er « what is this we hear ? our own tongno
wherein ve were bom !” A truce was soun-
ded by squire Calhoun, and a nine years ar
mistice agreed to by and betwen the keeper oi
the nullies and the keeper of the tariff, by
which it is agreed that the tariff is to go at
large, having one inch of bis tail cut off every
year for three years, and then the whole to be
clipped close to the rump, provided they can
hold him to perform the operation. Thus
you see, fellow citizens, how all your difficul
ties are setled to the satisfaction of every body,
and the tariff is now as tame and harmless
as a puss cat—even before one inch of hit-
tag is curtailed.”
The Major concluded his very animating
remarks by proposing most magnanimously
—the health of / '
Gov. General Hayne,
Brigadier Gov. Hamilton, and
“EnsignFrost!” ;f '
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