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rTT^ HE W 0 H H KLY.
VOLUME VII.
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saw him drank,
for bcr *“
It puzzled me to see her smile
1 while she loved him so,
On others half brave
none of them were so
F or straight and tail as Joe,
Or handsome,
I think that that was strange,
Don’t you?
Bat then they all wore badges blue.
Joe we nt and took the pledge, and said
He'd never stain his honor more,
And soon be on his manly breast
The badge of his redemption wore.
And when his darling heard of that
Her faithful heart went pit-a-pat.
She sacked her lovers all, and flew
To lay her head against the breast
That wore the blessed badge of blue.
I think that that was sweet,
Don’t yon ?
Oh, bonny, bonny badge of blue.
Were I a girl I wouldn’t wed
A man that guzzled rum, would you?
Fd give the chances all to him
Who wore the little badge of blue.
And if he wouldn’t wear it, I
Would pin it on, and tell him why.
’Twouid savo us both from grief and woe,
And every misery cold and black.
It made another man of Joe,
And now he’s got the inside track.
I think I’m talking sense,
Don’t you?
lien wear the bonny badge of blue.
jfj First Visit to Portland.
BY SEBA SMITH,
In the fall of the year 1829 I took
linto my head I’d go to Portland. 1
lad heard a good deal about Portland,
That a fine place it was, and how the
folks that got rich there proper fast; and
fall there was a couple of new
papers come up to onr place from there
tailed the Portland Courier, and Family
Reader, and they told a good many
peer things about Portland, and one
thing and another; and all at once it
popped into my head, and I up and told
iather, and says:
“I am going to Portland, whether or
po; and I’ll see what this world is made
of yet,”
Father stared a little at first, and said
fhe was afraid I would get lost; but
when he see I was bent upon it, he gave
it up and he stepped to his chist and
opened the till and took out a dollar,
jnd gave it to me; and says he:
“Jack, this is all I can do for you; but
po and lead an honest life, and I believe
1 shall hear good of yon yet.”
[ He turned and walked across the
w, but I could see the tears start
Ms eyes. And mother sat down and
»ahearty crying spell.
ma<le me feel rather bad for
or tw °> and I almost had a mind
.
» give it up; and then again father’s
came into my mind, and I mus
"P courage and declared I’d go.
tackled up the old horse, and
!!! notions; 4 - ln a ioad and mother of ax-handles, fried and a
f ghmds me some
- and put ’em into a box,
g with some cheese, and sausages,
2 r ,°PP i* e ? * “e didn’t up another know how shirt, long for I I
ImnM 7 be f°ne. And after I got rigged
“™‘ r °nnd and bid all the neigh
O d ' b e aud jumped in, and
’ *ove 0 Tenff off for f ’
T> Portland.
uS HTt before dad been and married two or
iiwb , moved to Port
V^mred S 6 lve<1 and round till there, I found
j it rtu u u borse > went and
( U P> and eat some sup
r a’ Tg 1 to be d.
fife- n gdt Off to 1 e ot the »P. editor and
i the Pa .i and see
tat i hoA nL Courier, for I knew by
X ■as iust h Seen “ his P a Per» that h«
6 “ an to tel1 me which way
7 * ndwhen 1 him,
knewT dt; come to see
i® 48 ng for as soon as I told
mv J n a P d what 1 wanted, he
x>k m band
‘J J been n a brother, M kind as if he
atoaS’st r 7 tT h and r S Baid he :
%“ d ° aDythiD « 1
a healthy, thriv
igree a ? y man w ith a proper
nt” ate T?rise may do well here,
ightv sav 8 ra nger,” and he looked
out 40 says he, “if
as *1. the steamboats , y°ur do.” mind, you
01 1 didn’t^ 8 I ’ ‘‘ llow do they do ?”
^aiorp re th w hat a steamboat was
;, w aa the man in the moon.
tod you Jf 3 ? *! dr e i > “they about go ahead.
°lka *here» 'the th ve among the
gj 7 fa ° Ugh J0 Were at
!TO«.t; m among the - cattle,
fraid ° f any of them, but
“ w soofl 1 dare sa y> you’ 11 get
Sil h bl f mess • ^ little while,
V’saY« be "Ihere’s a ver y
tost be o a f elul i of one thing you
let iato tVi hands » aDd that is, not to
lades' somJ° Ud of Huckler’s those are folks that
^re’s U Row, foi
& holff 6 saar , there, if they
of P ers up
Independent in All Things.
CONYERS, ROCKDALE CO., GA„ MAY 16,1884.
Well, arter he giv me all the good ad
rice he could, I went back to Aunt
Sally’s agm, and got some breakfast;
and then I walked all over the town, to
see what chance I could find to sell my
ax-handles and things, and to get into
business.
After I had walked about three or
four hours, I came along toward the
upper end of the town, where I found
there were stores and shops of all sorts
and sizes. And I met a feller, and
says I :
“What place is this?”
Bow.” “Why this,” says he, “is Huckler’s
“What,” says I “are these the stores
where the traders in Huckler’s Row
keep?”
And says he, “Yes.”
Well, then, says I to myself, I have a
pesky good mind to go in and have a try
with one these chaps, and see if they can
twist my eye-teeth out. If they can get
the best end of a bargain out of me, they
can do what there ain’t a man in our
place can do; and I should just like to
know what sort of stuff these ere Port¬
land chaps are made of. So in I goes
into the best looking store among ’em.
And I see some buscuit lying on the shelf,
and says I:
“Mister, how much do you ax apiece
for them ere biscuits ?”
“A cent a piece,” said he.
“Well,” says I, “I shan’t give you
that, but if you’ve a mind to, I’ll give
you two cents for three of them, for I
begin to feel a little as though I would
like to take a bite.”
“Well,” says he, “I wouldn’t sell’em
to anybody else so, but seeing it’s you,
I don’t care if you take ’em.”
I knew he lied, for he never seen me
before in his life. Well, he handed
down the buscuits, and I took ’em, and
walked round the store a little while, to
see what else he had to sell. At last
says I:
“Mister, have you got any good
cider?”
Says he, “yes, as good as ever ye
see.”
“Well,” says I, “what do you ax a
glass for it ?”
“ Two cents,” says he.
“Well,” says I, “seems to me I feel
more dry than I do hungry now. Ain’t
you a mind to take these ere biscuits
again, and give me a glasss of cider?”
and says he:
“I don’t care if I do.”
So he took and laid ’em on the shelf
again, and poured out a glass of cider.
I took the cider and drinkt it down, and
to tell the truth, it was capital cider.
Then says I:
“I guess it’s a time for me to be a
goiDg,” and I stepped along toward the
door; but savs he:
“Stop, Mister, I believe you haven’t
paid me for the cider.”
“Not paid you for the cider !” says I,
“what do you mean by that ? didn’t
the biscuits I gave you just come to the
cider ?”
“Oh, ah, right!” says he.
So I started to go again, and says he:
“But stop, Mister, you didn’t pay me
for the biscuit.”
“What!” says I, “do you mean to
impose upon me ? do you think I am
going to pay vou for the biscuits, and
let you keep' them shelf, too and ? A’int what they
there now on your more
do you want? I guess, sir, you don’t
whittle me in that way.” marched off,
So I turned about and
and left the feller staring and scratching
his head as though he were struck with
a dunderment. cheat
Howsomever, I didn’t want to
him, only jest to show ’em it wa’n’t so
easy a matter to pull my eye-teeth Daid
out; so I called in next day. and
him two cents.
Shattered the Jug.
While Samuel McDaniels was trudg¬
ing along behind his piow on his farm
at Island Shoals, Ga., recently, he
turned up a jug which had evidently
been buried a great many years. He
pried the stopple out, and found some
rare old brandy. An hour later Samuel
jay on his jug back in on hand, the his plowed hat in field, the
with the one
other, and a serene smile upon his face.
Not a drop of brandy remained in the
jug. His mother, observing that the
horses had stood in one place for a long
while, went out into the field and gazed
with anger at her son. Then, in a rage,
she seized a huge stone which lay hard
by, and with it shattered the jug. It
proved to be a double-decked jug. The
upper half had held some of the brandy
for which the lamented grandfather of
Samuel had been famed, and the lower
half was packed solid with rows of musty
gold pieces. It had been buried by
the grandfather. He was killed sudden¬
ly by an accident, and no one knew of
the buried treasure.
Smiths. —The new directory of Phila¬
delphia contains the names of nearly
3, QUO Smiths,
TI1E JOKER’S BUDGET.
WHAT WE FIND IN THE HUMOUOL’S
PAI’EKS TO SMILE OYJiR.
AN OLD LADY’S INJUNCTIONS.
“Now, Jennie,” said the old lady, as
she kissed her granddaughter good-bye
in an Eastern bound Pullman, “be sure
an’ take care of yourself; you’ll sleep at
a hotel to-night; air well your sheets an’
underclothes; lock the door an’ look un¬
der the bed; don’t blow the gas out, but
screw it down; hang your back hair
where you can find it easy, there’s a
roll of flannel in the portmanty for your
pore feet, which is always so dreadful
cold; it won’t matter much your having
no tooth brush; but for the Lord’s sake
don’t put your front teeth in a glass of
water; when poor Miranda Green went
to New York she did, an’ next morning
they were froze into a solid block; sure’s
your life, Jennie, I—”
But just at this moment the conduc¬
tor cried “all aboard,” and the old lady,
to the young one’s intense gratification,
beat a hasty retreat .—Evansville Argus.
THE LIGHT KEEPEK'S DAUGHTER.
Air: “The Pretty Little Rat Catcher’s
Daughter.”
In the Bay of Barnogat sailed a jolly, jolly tar
And he watched like a cat o’er the water,
Till he spied from the main-top-gailant-forward
mizzen spar
The pretty little light keeper’s daughter.
Then he landed on the land did this jolly, jolly
tar,
And he chased o’er the sand till he caught
her.
8 ays he: “My pretty miss, I’ve got to have a
kiss
Prom the pretty light keeper’s daughter.
But she squealed a little squeal at the jolly,
jolly tar,
And she said she didn’t feel as if she’d
ought to;
Then she scooted up the bar and hollowed for
her ma,
Oh, the pretty little light keeper’s daughter.
“Sure my name’s Barney Flynn,” said the jolly,
jolly drinking tar, Holland
“And at gin I’m a snorter,"
Then a tub of washing blue—soap suddenly
she threw—
Did the mother of the light keeper’s
daughter.
“How, Barney, git,” she spat, at the jolly, jolly
And yon bet that Barney gat for the water.
Ihus the place from near and far was named
by the ma
Of the pretty little light keeper’s daughter.
Adam Clark.
LAST IN BED BLOWS OUT THE LIGHT.
Old Uncle Plowgit and his wife were
holding a sort of love-feast the other
night, recounting old times, As the
worthy couple slowly prepared to retire
they went over the days gone by in a
highly entertaining manner. ’Riah, I feel just
“Do you know, as
young as I ever did ?” said Uncle
Plowgit, exuberantly. responded
“So do I, Enoch,” sprily
Aunt ’fiiah.
Then a thought suddenly occurred to
Uncle Plowgit, and wheeling on his hee.'
he cried out:
“Last in bed blows out the light!”
and made a pluuge for the side of the
couch. His wife, though taken by sur¬
prise, was nothing behind him in
sprightliness, and their aged heads met
about the middle of the bed. with a
startling thump. Aunt ’Riah doubled
up on the floor, and old Uncle Plowgit,
rubbing the top of his head, muttered,
“What two dnrned old fools we lie, any¬
how j ”—Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph
LESSON FROM THE SANCTUM.
Dairyman—“Here is a reply to some
strictures of yours on milkmen, and I
wish you would print it”
Editor (after glancing it over)—“Why
this is nearly two columns in length. ”
Dairyman—“Well, you have plenty of
I guess. ”
room, “But it don’t anything in
Editor— say could be
particular. All yon have here
condensed into a quarter of a column.”
Dairyman— “Then you won’t use
it?” not. Before rush¬
* Editor—“Certainly should learn not to
ing into print thoughts.” you
water your
FOLLOWING HIS INSTRUCTIONS.
“I can’t pay that bill just now; you
will have to wait a little for the money.”
“All right, sir,” cheerfully responded
;he boy, as he seated himself and un¬
folded a copy of the Police Gazette.
“Them’s the orders of the boss.”
“What are the orders of the boss?’
demanded the gentleman, sternly.
“I’m to wait for the money.”
the diff ERENCE.
Lottie (innocently to her dear Ed¬
mund)— “Edmund, can yon tell me
what is the difference between George
Washington and a snake ?”
“No, dear, I cannot.”
“Well Eddy, a snake lies about trees
and George Washington dida’t. That’s
alh”
NUMBER 10.
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