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SATURDAY, DECEMBER 24,1859.
A JalS and Female Bsd Warmua on
their Wedding Tour.
They visit Parkerslery and git for d'Pen
. Picture front the editor of the Sews.
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The train from Grafton due here at 11 .40,
A. M., under the management of that gen
tlemanly, amiable, popular and efficient con
ductor. Captain Scott, a few day3 since stop
ped at one of the way stations, to take on a
couple newly married. Both were young
and loth were verdant ; having been raised
in the wilds of western Virginia, neither of
them had ever been fifty miles away from
home. They bad heard of railways, loco
motives, steamboats and hotels, but had
never experienced the comforts of any of
the afore mentioned institutions. Jeems
and Lize had determined on this, the most
important event' in their lives, to visit the
city and see the world, particularly that por
tion of it known as Parkersberg. No won
der they were amazed, and delighted when
the locomotive, steaming and snorting, with
the train of beautiful crimson cars follow
ing it hove in sight.
; These your trunks?" said the baggage
master.
- " Well, I sorter calkilate them's 'em,"
said Jeems.
The trunks (a .spotted hair trunk and a
very old fashioned valise,) were soon in the
baggage car, followed by Lize and Jeems.
" I'll be derned ef railroads aint a fine
thing," 6aid Jeems, seating himslf on his
luggage and carefully holding up the tails
of his light bodied blue, adorned with re
splendent metal buttons, out of the dust.
" Lize, set here by me."
" Come out of that," said the baggage
man, vou are in the wrong car."
"The h II am! D'de 'spose I don't
know what I'm about ? These is my traps,
and I calkilate to stay where they ar.
Keep quiet Lize ; they say we've got to
fight our way through the world any how,
and if that chap with the cap on, wants
anything, why, I'm his man. Don't want
any of yer foolin' round me 1"
Here the Captain interposed and explained
matters, insomuch that Jeems consented to
leave his traps and follow the Captain.
What was his delight when he surveyed
the magnificence of the first class passenger
car into which he was ushered. His imag
ination had never in its wildest nights pic
tured anything half so gorgeous. He was
aroused from the contemplation of the splen
dor, around him by the shriek of the iron
horse.
4 Jewhilikens ! What in thunder's that?"
exclaimed Jeems.
" That's the horse squealing when they
punch him in the ribs with a pitch-fork to
make him go along," said a sleepy individ
ual, just behind him.
"Look here, stranger," said Jeems, "I
'low you think I'm a durned fool ; may be
I am, but there's some things I know, and
one of 'em is, you'll get your mouth broke,
if ye don't keep itshet. I don't say much" '
just at this moment they found themselves
in Egyptian darkness, and then was heard a
scream, almost equal to that of the engine,
from Lize, as she threw her arms around
the neck of Jeems.
" I knew it 1 I knew it !" exclaimed the
sleepy looking individual: "we're all lost,
every mother's son of us. We can just
prepare now to make the acquaintance of
this gentlemen in black, who tends the big
fire down below."
" O Lord ! Jeems what will become of
us ? I felt skeery about gettin' on the out
landish thing, at fust."
"Keep quiet, Lize! hollerin' won't do
any good now. Ef you know any prayer
now's your time to say it for both of us."
"What's the matter here ?" said the as
tounded conductor, coming up as the train
emerged once more into the light:
"That's just what I'd like to know,"
said Jeems, when he saw that Lize and
himself were still alive.
" Weve just passed through Eaton's tun
nel," replied our polite Captain. "How
far are you going ?"
" Wall, reckon we'll stop at Parkersberg."
" Show your tickets, if you please."
" Sertinly, Lize you got some with you ?
Let this gent look at 'em."
Lize drew a piece of white paper from
her reticule, and with a smile, handed it t
our friend the Captain, who read :
The pleasure of your company is re-
specif uly solicited.
" What's this ?" said the Captain.
" Why, that's one of the tickets to our
weddin; that's what you asked for, haintit ?"
said the somewhat surprised Jeems.
Whaw ! haw ! haw ! haw ! haw ! "was
the discordant sound that arose from the
Eeat of the sleepy looking individual.
A bland smile passed over the face of the
Captain, as he explained his meaning to our
iu viivuiatiuu.''
i wreeis
verdant friend. He had no ticket, but wil
lingly p'nid his fare, and the .train, 6ped on
towards its destination.
But wonders did not cease here present
ly our pert newsboy, Billy, entered the car,
and stepping up to Jeems, he asked
"Have a Sun, sir ?"
" Wal, ef I have my way about it, the
fust one will be a son, seriin," said Jeems.
Lize 11 u shed. , - -f ----- -
" Don't count your chickens before they
are hatched 1" said Billy, as he hastened on
to the next car.
In due time the train stopped at the big
depot in this city. Amidst confusion of
strange noises, and a babble of discordant
voices, our friends landed on the platform.
" Buss sah ? Buss sah free for de Uni
ted States ?" said the sable porter of our up
town house. "Lady take a buss, sah ?"
"Wal, I rather 'spose she wont from
any body but me reckon I'm able to do
all in that line she wants, and more too."
" Go to de Swann House, sah ? right
cross de street best house in de city.
This way, sah !- any baggage ? Have it
sent to your room in a few minutes."
In a short time Jeems and his bride found
themselves in one of the comfortable rooms
on the second floor of that well ordered es
tablishment, the Swann House. The bag
gage was sent up with the uual prompt
ness, aild our fiiends were soon making
their toilet far dinner. Jeems had coat and
boots off in ajifIN, and Lize's hair Ml
gracefully over her shoulders.
" Thau aduced purty torsel," said Jeems
eyeing the bell cord, "wonder what its fur."
catching hold of it, look, how it works up
there on some sort of thingumbob. I'd
like to have that torsel to put on my horse's
head next muster day : see how it works,"
said he, giving it a pull.
Presently the door opened, and the sa
ble face of one of Africa' sons was thrust
into the room, with the inquiry of "Ring,
sah ?"
"Ring, ring what? you black ape! ef
you don't quit looking at my wife and make
yourself scarce, I'll wring your head off."
" Stop a minute," said Lize. " What's
the name of the man that keeps this tavern ?"
" Mr. Conley, marm."
"Well, tell his lady that she needn't go
to any extra fixins on our account, for we're
plain people," said the amiable bride.
" As they used to say in our debating
society, interrupted Jeems, I will amend
that motion, by saying you can tell 'em to
give us the best they've got. I'm ablo to
pay for it and don't keer fur expenses."
" Tee hee ! Tee hee !" was the only audi
ble reply from the sable gent, as he hurried
down staiis.
Dinner came and was dispatched with a
relish. Jeems and his bride took a stroll
over the city, seeing the -lions and other
sights until supper time, which being over
they retired to their room. The gas was lit
by the servant', who received a bright quar
ter for his services. Jeems was the last in
bed, and according to the rule in such cases,
had to put out the light, which he did with
a blast from his lungs. t
The noise in the street had died away and
quiet reigned in the Swann House. The
young man on the watch dozed in his chair.
The clerk (rather corpulent) was about to
retire, when he thought he smelt gas.
Some one came down stairs and said he
smelt gas. The guests (some of them)
woke up and smelt gas. Much against his
will, the clerk proceeded to find where the
leak was. It seemed stronger in the neigh
borhood of the room occupied by the bride
and groom. Clerk concluded to knock at
the door of their room.
" Who's there ?" came from the inside.
"Open the door! the gas is escaping."
Gas ! what gas ?" said Jeems. opening
the door.
"Why, here in this room. How did you
put your light out?"
"Blew it out, of course."
"You played h 1." Our amiable clerk
came very near saying a bad word, but re
membering there wa3 a lady in the case, or
in the bed, he checked his rising temper, and
having lit the gas, proceeded to show Jeems
the mystery of its burning as follows :
"You see this little thing here ? well when
you want to put it out, you give it a turn
this way, and when you want to make it
lighter you give ii a turn this way. Seri
ous consequences might have resulted if it
had not been discovered. It might have
suffocated us all. Now be careful next
time."
"Much obliged. But how the devil did I
know the darned stuff was scapin'?" re
sponded Jeems.
"Didn't you smell it?" said the clerk.
"Pears to me I lid smell sumthin." said
Jeems. "But Lize I'll be durned ef I didn't
think it was you, kase I never slept with a
woman afore."
" Well, Jeems, I thought it was you that
smelt that way all the time. I was jest a
wunderin' ef all men smelt that way. It
'peared strange, but then I neer slept with
a man afore or behind either, and didn't
know nothin' about it," was the response of
Lize, as she turned over for a nap.
The red in our Clerk's face grew smiling
uur cuuniy t " me urenerai responded mat
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ly redder, as it reflected the light from the
burning jet, and a-roguish' twinkle lured in
the corner of his eye, as he turned off the
gas and all was dark, and our friends were
lsfi alone in their glory. . A sound of sup
pressed mirth was heard in the reading room
for a few minutes, and all was still.
Beantifnl Snow.
Oh ! tha snow, the beautiful snow,
Killing the sky and earth below ; -Over
the house tops, over the street,
Over the heads of 'the people you meet,
Dancin:r, -Fiitling,
Skimming along.
Beautiful snow ! it can do nothing wrong;
Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek.
Clinging to lips in a froficksome freak.
Beautiful snow f-om the heaven above,
Pure as nu angel., as gentle as love !
Oh ! th enow, the beautiful snow.
How the flakes gather and lauh as they go !
Whirling about in its maddening fun.
It pVin its glee with every one,
Chasing,
Laughing,
Hurrying by,
It lights up the face, and it sparkles th eye !
And even the dog, with a bark and a bound.
Snap at the crystal that eddy around;
The town is alive and. its heart in a glow,
To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.
How the wild crowd goes swaying along.
Hailing each other with humor and song!
How the gay sledges, like meteors, flash by,
Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye ;
Kinging,
Swinging,
"Dashing they gv.
Ov-r the crest of the beautiful snow ;
Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,
To be trampled in the mud by die crowd rushing
by,
To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of
feet,
Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.
Once I was pure a the snow but I fell !
Fell like the snow-flakes, from heaven to hell ;
Fell to be trampled as filth of the street ;
fell to be scoffed, to he spit on and beat :
Pleading,
Cursing,
Dreading to die,
Se'ling my soul to whoever would buy.
Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,
Hating the living and fearing the dead ;
Merc it ul God ! have I fallen so low 'i
And yet I was onee like the. beautiful snow.
Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,
With an eye like its crystal, a heart like its glow ;
Once I was loved for my innocent grace
Flattered and sought for the charms ef my face ;
Father,
, Mother,
Sisters, all,
God, and myself, I have h-st by my fall ;
The veriest wretch that goes shivering by.
Will tak a wide sweep, lest I wander o nigh ;
For all that is on or above me, I know,
There is nothing that's pure as the beautiful snow.
How s'range it should be that this beautiful snow,
Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go !
How strange it should be, when the night comes
aga.n.
If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain,
Fainting,
Freoz ng,
Dying alone,
Too wicked for prayer, too weak lor my moan.
To be heard in the streets of ihe c-azy town,
Gone mad in the joy of the snow coming down,
To lie and to die in my terrible woe,
With a bed and a shroud of the beauuf'd snow.
Tho Bachelor.
One night, while I biy sle ping,
I had a dream of joy,.
I thought 1 had a charming wife
And darling little boy.
0 ! who in this wide world was diere
More happy than myself
Possessed of such a lovely wife
And prattling little elf.
1 loved, and hugged and kissed them,
I almost eat them whole,
But my Utile loy got angry.
And my wife bgan to scold.
The noise grew loud and louder ;
The balnj brgan to claw ;
I hugged it all the tighter
I thought it loved its Pa.
iJ y child was still uneasy.
My wife began to weep,
And sjon a scream terrific
Awoke me from my sleep.
My face was scratched to pieces
Plague on that little brat ;
For my wife she was n pillow,
My baby was a cat.
It is a fact that a man might go into
Great Britain, Fiance, Austria, Russia, or
any despotic government and use language
directed against the heads of those irovern
ments, or against the governments them
selves, with impunity, that he would not
dare to use in the Southern States directed
against the instution of slavery. This is a
signincant tact.
Poverty is only contemptible when it is
felt to be so. Doubtless the best way to
make our poverty respectable is to seem
never to feel it as an evil.
"Tis much safer to reconcile an enemy
than conquer him. Victory may deprive
him of the power for the present, but rec
onciliation disarms his wil?.
No poultice has ever been discovered that
draws cut a man's virtues so fully as the
sod which covers his grave.
' A fellox who was caught beating his wife,
excused himself by saying the treasure
which we value most we hide.
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, pn both ars, mark in the dalap; large horns 1 LcVBiSa $25 00(S$3U 00.
Visit to Brown by an Old Neighbor.
The Erie ( Penn. ) True American publish
es a long narrative of the visit of Mr. M
B. Lowry, of that place, to John Brown.!
Mr. Lowry says:
"I felt that it was due to the old man
and to my old friendship for him, to visit
him in his prison, and bear to him the salu
tations of his old neighbors in Norih-wes
tern Pennsylvania. I have just teturned
having seen the misguided but honest old
man, and brought a message from him. Ic
is this given to me as the door was clos
ing between us : "Say to those without, I
am cheerful."
I obtained, before leaving, a letter from
the Adjutatt General of our State, and was
well armed, in addition, with letters to Gov.
Wise, Senator Mason. Andrew Hunter, Col.
Washington and others, from friends in
Philadelphia and Biliimore. I was in.
formed for the first time when I readied
Philadelphia that all Northerners who had
been indentified as fiiends of Brown had
been warned from the State, and that the
country about Charlestown was under mar
tial law, and I was strongly warned not to
venture any further on my journey.
Mr. Brown did not, at first, recognize me,
but on my giving my name, greeted me
cordially and gratefully. He said there
were man' whom he had hoped to see, whom
he had not seen, but he had not expected
to see any of his old Crawford eountv
friends. lie alluded to Crawford as being
very dear to him, as its soil was hallowed
as the resting place of his former wife and
two beloved children, and the sight of any
one from that res'ion was most cheering. 1"
cannot pretend to give his language it was
the natural expression of a deep and impas
sioned nature, and as eloquent as words
could be uttered.
I remarked to Mr. Brown that there had
been a different version given to his Kansas
exploits by the Herald of Freedom from
that which his fiiends gave, and ventured
the opinion that his reputation demanded an
explanation. H replied that he understood
my allusion, but that I was mistaken in sup
posing that it needed any refutation from
him. "Time and the honest verdict of pos
terity," said he, "will approve of every act
of mine to prevent slavery from being. es
tablished in Kansas. I never shed the
blood of a fellow-man except in self-defense
or in promotion of a righteous cause." He
spoke in indignant terms of the editor of
the Herald of Freedom, characterizing him
as "selfiish, unjust, revengeful, mercenary,
untruthful and corrupt." I remarked that
I regretted to hear him speak of G. W.
Brown in such 131ms, a3 he was an old ac
quaintance of mine, and had been trusted
and respected. His answer was "Mr.
Lowry, you are mistaken if you suppose
that "anything that George Washington
Brown could say can tarnish the character
of John Brown.'' During our conversa
tion, the martial music (where Gjv. Wise
was reviewing his army near the prison,)
made a great noise, and thinking it must
annoy him I asked him if it did not ?
"No," said the man, "it is inspiring."
And here, as I parted with him, telling
him I would see him again, if possible, he
repeated to me "Tell those without that I
am cheerful." My time was up and I was
invited to leave."'
The Great Mystery. The following
beautiful passage is taken from Timothy
Titcomb's or Holland's 'Preachings upon
Popular Proverbs," which the Springfield
(Mass.) Rejmblican is now giving to the
world :
"The body is to die ; so much is certain.
What lies beyond ? No one who passes the
charmed boundary comes back to tell. The
imagination visits the realms of shadows
sent out from some window of the soul over
life's restless waters, but wings its way wea
rily back witii no olive leaf in its beak as a
token of emerging life beyond the closely
bending horizon. The great sua comes
and goes in heaven, yet breathes no secret
wilderness. The crescent moon cleaves her
nightly passage across the upper deep, but
tosses overboard the message and displays
no signal. The sentinel stars challenge each
other as they walk their nightly rounds, but
we catch no syllable of their countersign
which gives passage to the heavenly camp.
Shut in ! shut in 1 Between this and the
other life there is a great gulf fixed, across
which neither eye uor foot can travel. The
gentle friend whose eyes we closed in their
last sleep long years ago, died with rapture
in her wonder-stricken eyes, a 6mile of in
effable joy upon her lips, and hands folded
over a triumphant heart, but her lips were
past speech, and intimated nothing of the
vision that enthralled her.
Union is not always strength, as the sai
lor said when he saw the purser mixing h:s
rum with water.
A philosopher being asked what was the
first thing necessary towards winning the
love of a woman, answered, "an opportu-
mtv.
Apropos of earthquakes One touch of
Nature makea the whole world kick.

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