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HANIOND ZE pATRrrR VOL. 2. NO. 39. POINT LOOKOUT,MD., AUGUST 10, 18G4. WHOLE NO. 91 0 ok Dorctry, ee@ @ W e Hope a Little Longer. : Come, do not be cast down, my friend, ] Though troubles around you linger, | Cast off that gloomy frown, my friend, | And battle with Fate's finger. j 1f fortune frowns upon you now, ~ Oh, nerve your heart the stronger ; Do not in dark distraction bow, But ‘‘ hope a little longer.”’ The nobleness of man, my friend, Is found in resignation; | When doing all he can, my friead, | He meets no elevation. | ! Yet te ascend life’s rugged hill, 1 He nerves his heart the stronger, | Content to wait his Maker’'s will, | And ‘‘ hope a little longer.”’ | . g War-Sparks. Prometheus-like, the spark of war imparts To things inanimate a glimpse of life; The cannon grins and roars ; the sabre starts Forth from its sheath, and revels in the strife. { And yonder, sce ! while with that keen blade, Sword, . The festive boitles frolic, neck and neck, A Bun Dance on the soldier's well-set board, A Carronade Slide on the war-ship’s deck ! e e e [Secured by Twelve Copyrights.] MOSES THE SASSY,; OR THE DISGUISED DUKE. CHAPTER I.—Euzy. My story opens in the classic presinks of Bostin. In the parlor of- bloated aristocratic Q mansion on Bacon street sits a luvly young lady, whose hair is cuverd ore with the frosts of] between 17 Summers. She has just sot down to the piany, and is warblin the popler ballad ‘ called *Smells of the Notion,”’ in which she ! tells how with pensiv thought, she wandered by a C beat shore. The Son is settinin its hori zon, and its gorjus light pores in a golden mel ler fluid througlr the winders, and malecs the young lady twice as beautiful nor what she was | before, which is onnccessary. She is nmgu’.;i-i cently dressed up in a Berage basque, with pop lin trimmins, More Antique, Ball Morals and 3 } ply carpeting. Also, considerable gauze. Her | dress contains 16 flounders, and her shoes is red morocker, with golden spangles onto them. Presently she jumps up with a wild snort, and pressin her hands to her brow, she exclaims: ¢ Methinks I see a voice !”’ A noble youth of 27 summers enters. He is attired in a red shirt and black trowsis, which air turned up over his boots ; his hat, which it is a plug, being cockt onto one side of his clas sical bed. In sooth, he was a heroic lookin per son with a fine shape. Grease, in its barmiest days near projuced a more hefty cavaleer. Ga- [TRUTH, JUSTICE, MERCY —UNION, LIBERTY, COUNTRY.] zin upon him admirvingly for a spell. Elizy (for ! that was her name) organized herself jinto a tab- | 100, and stated as follers : : ““Ha ! do me eyes deceive me earsight ? Isit | some dreams? No, Ireckon not? Thatframe! | them store clothes! those nose! Yes, itis me i i own, me ouly Moses!”’ ‘ } He (Moses) folded her to his hart, with flwl remark that he was “* a hunkey boy.” ‘ CHAPTER Il.—Was Moses or NOBLE pin7TH? i Moses wag foreman of Engine Co. No. 40, I | Forty’s fellers had just bin havin an annual re -1 union with Fifty's fellers, o the day | intro- | %j“(‘o Moses to wmy readers, and Moses had his | !m‘ms full of trofees to'wit: 4 scaips, b eyes, 3 ; i tingers, 7 ears, (which he had chawed off,) and 3; L.several half aud a quarter sections of noscs. g | When the fair Enizy recovered from her delight i | at meetin Moses, she said : How hast the bat- i ! tle gonest? Tell me !’ ‘ | ¢We chawed 'em up—that’s what we did I’ | | said the bold Moses. ‘I thank the gods!” * said the fair Euzy. ¢ Thou did’st excellent well. And Moses,”' she continued, layin her hed confidinly agin his weskit, ‘“dost know 1 sumtimes tbink thou istest of noble birth ?”’ “No!’ said he, wildiy ketchin hold of his self. ““You don't say so!”’ “Indeed do I! VYour dead grandfathec’s sperrit comest to me the other night. o “Oh no, I guess it's a mistake,’ *A “ I’ll bet two dollars and a quarter Wedid !’ replied Elizy. ** Hesaid * Moses is a Disguised Juke !’ i You menn Duke,”’ said Moses. ¢ Dost not the actors all eall it Juke?"’ said she. That settled the matter. 1 hav thought of this thing afore,”” said Mo ses abstractedly. If it is so, then thus it must be! 2 B or not 2 B! Which? Sow, sow! l Butenuff. O life! life —you' re (oo many for me!"’ 'lle tore out some of his pretty yellar hair, ' stampt on the floor sevril times, and was | gone. CHAPTER 111.—Tue Pirer FoiLeD. Sixteen long and weary years has elapst since the scene narvated in the last chapter took place. | A noble ship the Sary Jane, isa sailin {rom France to Ameriky via the Wabash Canal. A pirut ship is in Lot pursuit of the Sary. The pirut Capting isu’t a man of much principle and intends to kill all the people on bored the Sary and confizcate wallerbles. The Captieg of the S. J. is on the pint of givin in when a fine look in feller in russet boots and a buffalo overcoat rushes forerd and obsarves: itold man! go down stairs! Retire to the l starbud bulk-hed ! I'll take charge of this Bote !”’ -t Qwdashuscuss !’ velled the Capting, ““ away with thee or [ shall do mur-rer-der-r-r !"”’ “Skurcely,”’ observed the stranger, and he drew a diamond-hilted fish-knifeand cut orf the Capting’s hed. He expired shortly, his last wonds bein, ‘‘ we are governed too much.”’ l ‘‘ People ¥’ sed the stranger, ‘‘l'm the Juke d’Moses !’ 401 d hoss!’ sed a passenger, ‘‘ Methinks thou art blowin !”” whareupon the Juke cut orf his hed aizo. - Ol that I should live to sce myself a dead body ! sereamed the unfortunate man. But dou’c print any verses about my deth in the l newspapers, for if you do I'll haunt ye.” t t People,”’ sed the Juke, *' | alone can save you from yon bleody pirut: Ho, a peck of iu::ts." The oats was brought, aud the Juke, | boldly mountin the jibpoop, throwed them onto the towpath. The pirut rapidly approached, chucklin with fiendish delicht at the idee of in - creasin his ili-gotten gains, but the [eadin hoss ] of thie pirut ship stopt suddint on comin to the | gats, and commenst for to devour them. In | vain the pirats swore and throwd stones and | bottles at the hoss—he woulde't budgea inch., i Meanwhile the Sary Jane, Lier liosaeg on the full | jump, was fast leavin the pirut ship. | ‘‘Onct agin do [ escape deth.”” sed the Juke , between his clencht teeth, stil! on the jibpoop. CHAPTER IV.—Tus Waxprzer's RETNRN. The Juke was Moses the Moses. Yes, it was. He had bin to France and now he was home agin in Bostin, which gave birth to u Bunker Hill! He had scme trouble gittin hisself ac knowledged as Juke in Fraunce, as the Orleans Dienasty and Borebones were ferucenst him, but he ‘inally conkerd. Elizy kuowd him right off, as a one of hiscars and a part of his nose had bin chawed off in hig fights with opposition fire men durin boyheod’s snnny hours. They lived to a green old age, beloved by all, both grate and small. Their children, of which they bave numerous, often go up onto the Common and see the Fountin squirt. This is my first attempt at writin a Tail & it is far from bein perfeck, but il have indoosed follks to sec that in 9 cases out of 10 they can cither make Life as barren as the Dessert of Sarah, or as joyous as a flower garding, my ob jeck will have bin accomplished, and more too. e e A) e o e A Singular Contest. Two gentlemen of high birth, the one a Span iard and avother a German, having rendered Maximillian 11, many scrvices, they each, for recompense, demanded his natural daughter, Helena, in marriage. The Prince, who enter tained equal respect for them both, covld not give any preferen-e, and after wuch delay, told them that from claims they both had to his at tention and regard, he could not give his assent for either to marry kis daughter, and they must decide it by their own prowess and address ; but as he did not wish to risk tfi¢ loss of either or both by suffering them to fight #ith offensive weapons, he had ordered a larre bag to be brought, and he who was successtul enough to -put his rival into it, should obtain his daughter. This strange combat between two gentleman was in the presence of the whole imperial court, and lasted half an hour. At length the Span iard yielded to the German, Andre Ethnarp, the Baron of Tetherd, who, when he had got his adversary into the bag, took him on his back and placed him at the Emperor’s feet, and on the following day married the beautiful Helena.