Decatur Eagle, Volume 1, Number 49, Decatur, Adams County, 15 January 1858 — Page 1

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THE FAMiito winter song. There is a time,tl> - wise man a ait ! ’, For all tilings to be done. Tn plow, so row, to reap, as roll Sai’ciersive seasons on. For Pleasure, too, in fl-jw’ry spring. In fragrant summer’s vale’, In fruitful autumn’s yellow fields, In wloUr’s evenings talcs. And though the fit Ids art black and drear, The forest’s verdure gone; And all is withered, cold and sear, In garden, field and lawn; There’s something It ft, and much to cheer, t And charm the farmer's heart; ! For wintry winds to harvest h pe Great influence import. | And while he vie s the drifting snow, | And treads the frozen earth; I He hath at jioma Lis garners full, And social blazing hearth! I And thus he sings, what e’er pervade | The earth or sky al ruoriu, • Os wintry winds, and summer suns, I The farmer’s hope is bi rn! i I shall soon die, Cliffy —1 must soon let out upon a long jourpey. Berry well, Implied Cuffy, 1 guess it’s all the way down hill. I A wager was laid on the Yankee peen■lari'.y, of answering one question by askBig another. To decide the bet. a downBuster was interrogated: 1 want you said ■atbetter, to give me a straight forward r to a plain l uestidn. I kin du it, cr, said the Yankee. ‘Then why is 14 New Englanders alway s Answer a qqesby asking cne in return?’ ‘Du they?’ ■* Jonathan’s reply. I M ! - H-v man was once, relating a story oflie■h r °n a locomotive that struck a’cow ■hiding on the tiack, and threw hersev■*d rods into the field, where she lit ■rarely upon hi r feet, with her head to■v Is the train, and, strange to tell, she - t hurt a mite. ‘But didn’t she ■"’cared?’ inquired a lisntener. Well ■’n't know whether she was scared or ■-' but she looked a good deal discour■ed! ■ That Jlod.-l Wife. ■iae Grenada ( Miss) Republican unthat mere is a lady, not one ■wired miles distant from that place, lias Llesned her husband with eigh■t 1 -heirs since God joined them tdgarth■‘’man and wife. She lias given birth ■‘“■ l: S and a few weeks since was den f ft w ho are said to be re■rsaljly fi ne looking and doing well. wives could do as well as this matron, there would be no ■'" for foreign emigration. The Coun!'ni’ld soon be filled to overthrowing ■* native Americans. And what a gio- ■*' suite of things We should then have! n uld forever close the mouth of ‘sam,’ an ever fruitful theme for the Detndark lanterns and subterraneous Wild be most effectually cut off. ■ -Jy-sissippi lady is a public benefacis a model mother indeed, with. lew either North or Siuthcan ■l 0 ■ c '’'j r '*> she wouldn’t ifo for an editors ■p ? ■ r " l,st eick Fredonion. ■ 1 not? n.isri’t an editor as good a ■ a model wife’ as anybody? ■y 1 nave known that self-same Aen. ■1 'i-elied for one to scratched for X ’- n ” or mon-. ? TO * »

A DAY IN PETTICOATS. BY MODKSTUS. ! ‘I couldn't think of such a thing.’ •But you must. My happiness depends ■on it. Here put on these thingumbobs, ■ and the what’s his name.’ And my friend. Bob Styles, held up be-' i fore my hesitant gaze a suit of feminine I apparel. His idea was that I should personate his lady love for one day, to prevent ttnyi body from su-peMtng the truth —namely, ! that she had joined him in a “runaway marriage party, until it should be 100 late I for interference; that is, until the minisI ter should have tied a knot between them, ■ that nothing but a special grant of the I Legislature could untie. This scheme was not actually so ab surd as it appeared at first sight. Mng- ■ gie Lee was a tall queenly woman, with ; an almost masculine air, and. al that time I had a very slight form—almost eff'em I inate, so that in fact, there was really but i little difference in that point, Then I had ■light hair, tolarably long, and a fresh I complexion. Part my hair in the middle' 'and put a bonnet on my head, and but few persons would have suspected but i what I was really one of the softer sex. I These accessories also gave me quite a! decided resemblance to Maggie Lee, cs- : i peciaily when, as in this case, the disguise ■ was her own. ! Then the day chosen for the runeway j I match was an auspicious one. Maggie’s , father was to drive her to I) , a small village near where she lived, there sl.e 'was to join a sailing party down I) j i river, to the grove three miles below, from i ; which the party wqs to return in the i evening in carriages. Our plan was that I should be in wait- ' ing in the viHiage, and should go on the ! boat with the sailing party, while Magi gie, after leaving her father, should slip ■ I off with Bob Styles, across the country.■ At last 1 got dtessed, and presented 1 myself before Maggie Lee blushing a great I ideal, 1 believe very much pinched about the waist, and an uncomfortable consci- ! ■' ousness that niy —my shirt sleeves were j 1 too short, or wanting altugethi r. Everything finished in the way of toilet, Bob Styles took me into his light wag- ; on, drove tnc over to D by a secluded 1 route, and left me st the hotel, where the I sailing party was to assemble. Several of the picnickers were already there, and • they greeted my cavalier cordially, (every j ! bod v knew Bob Styles,) asking if he was | ' going with them, cct. He told them he | ; was not. •Pressing business enesgements you i ■ know, and all that sort of thing. Deuced . sorry I can’t go though. I just had 1 time to bring Miss Lee over, and now Pm I off. Mr. Bimby, this is Miss Lee. Miss j WithergaH, MisS Lee,’ and he rattled off' ; a long string of introductions, which con--1 vineed me that few of the company were ■acquainted with the young lady whom J . ' was personating; a very fortuna’e thing , for the perservation of my disguise. Mr. Bimby, a tall, legal looking man, I with a hook nose, eye glass and fluffy : hair, seemed to be prepossessed by my personalia . and 1 overheard btrn whisper to Boh Styles ns he went out: •Nice lookiw girl, that Miss Lee.’ ! ‘Yes,’ answered Bob with a mischiev-1 ous glance at me, ‘she is a nice girl, t.bou_h ft Urie go-aheai sometimes. — Keep a look out on her will you,’ then lowering his voice, not a bad match for you old fellow; she’s rich. ! ‘ls she?’said Mr. Bimby, Ins interest ' deepening. ‘On my honor, replied Bob. ‘Forty ' thousand dollars in her own right. Hey j day? and he was gone. Maggie Lee. artful Creatur that she ! was, had lold her father that the sailing j party was to assemble at another hotel, and "thither he had taken her. Having business in 1) ,he left here there, ■ morelv saying that he would send the carriage for her at seven o’clock. She, like a dutiful daughter, kissed him, bid him good bye, and before he Lad gone a hundred rods, took a seat in Bob Styles’l 'light wagon, which had driven up to the t back door as old Lee’s carriage drove ( away from the front, and the old story of head strong love and age was enacted . over again. As for us of the picnic excursion, we had a delightful sail down to the grove,; > but somehow, I could not enjoy it as much as 1 ought to have done. When I walki ed on board the boat, I felt ackward, and as if every body was looking at roe. 1 found Mr’. Bimby, as had suspected, a| voting and rising lawyer, mighty in Blackstone and his own opinion. He hesitated , on paying for my ticket (the boat was a ■ i regular excursion packet,) and purchas- . ling enough oranges, pears and candies to set up a street stand. Four or five times I was on the point ot swearing at his irn- i pudent ofiieiousness, but bit my tongue I just in time to prevent the exposure.-- < • But it was not with him I found my role | the hardest tv play-

“Onr Country’s Good shall ever be cur Aim-Willing to Praise and not afraid to Blame.”

DECATUR, ADAMS COUNTY, INDIANA, JAN. 15, 1858.

| No; the young ladies were the difficult ■ ones to deceive. For instance, there was ■ i one among them, a beautiful girl of sev- j I enteen just returned trom boarding school,! who had not seen Maggie Lee for three I years. Os course she was delighted to! see tire, when she found out that I was! Maggie, which, by the way, did not oc- ! cur until after we started. She threw herself into my arms, pulled my veile I aside and kissed roe half a dozen times, I in a manner that made my finger ends, tingle for an hour. It wiiS'Mr very nice, but if I had been in propria persona J would have liked it better. As it was, I felt as if 1 were ‘obtaining goods under ' false pretences, and that lawyer Bimbv might issue a warrant for my arrest ou that ground at any moment. A whole knot of crinoline then surrounded me, on the upper deck of the boat, to the Utter seclusion and consequent disgust of Mr. Bimby andtheoth-: er gentlemen. I kept very quiet, only speaking monosy ll ibles in a falsetto voice; ■ but the others, Lord bless you! gabbled! Under a strict promise of secrecy, the liti tie boarding school maiden who had kiss;ed me so affectionately, revealed all her love affairs, and also became unpleasanti ly confidential about other matters; inno- ■ cent enough in themselves, but not customarily talked of between ladies and. I gentlemen. I was terribly embarrassed, but it , would not do to give it upthen. Assoon as my trick should become known, Bob i Styles’ trick would also Come out; and as > news of this kind travels fast in the country, he and his lady love would be tele‘graphed and followed before they could ■ reach Philadelphia, where the Styles family lived, end where the knot was to be tied. The river breeze was fresh where we sat, and I noticed that several of the laI dies were glancing uneasily at me, I could | not divine the reason, until Jennie, my I little friend from boarding school, laid ' her face dangersously close to mine and ‘ whispered: ‘Aly dear Maggie, your dress is blowing up terrible high; your ankles i will be town talk with the gentlemen! | Nor was I coilscions of having a very small foot for a man, and had donned a pair of open work stockings which came up nearly to my waist, with a pair of gaiters borrowed from the servant girl, in all of which toggery my ‘running gear’look ed quite feminine and respectable; but the idea of the gentlemen talking about Imy ankles, and of being cautioned thus |by a young girl, who would have been i frightened to death if I had told her the i same thing yesterday, was too much for ! me. I burst into a sort of strangulated , laugh, which I could only check by swallowing half of mr little filagree laced edged handkerchief. The youngladies all! looked at roe in apparent astonishment nt such a voice, and I wanted to laugh al! ' the more. Fortunately Mr. Bimby ! came to my rescue at that moment and' | edged himself in among the crinoline. ‘May I sit here?’he asked, pointing to | I a low stool near me. I ‘Certainly, in my high falsetto. ‘Ah. thank you, said Bimby, with a lack adaisical air, which nausiated me as! coming from one man to another, you are as kind as you are fascinating! i ‘You flatter me. I ‘1? No indeed; praise of you canuotbe flattery, Miss Lee. •Oh, sir. really you are a very naughty man I said in the most feminine lone I could command. He cast a languishing glance at me' thr’o the black lace vail, and 1 fairly began to fear for bis ‘feelings. We soon arrived at the grove, and found our band (engaged beforehand) awaiting us. Os course dancing was the , first amusement, and lawyer Bimby led me out for a shottische. It was hard at ■ first, fi.r me to take the lady’s part in the dance, but I soon got accustomed to it.— When a waltz was proposed, I resolved ; to have a little amusement at the expense ! of the unfortunate Bimby, I had first made him purposely jealous' by dancing with two other young fellows, i one of whom I knew in my own character ! but who never suspected me as Maggie j Lee. This young man was a great woman killer; a sort of easy, <levil-may care rascal, who made the ladies run alter i him byhie alternate wrath of action, and. I coolness of protection, f selected to ‘play ( off’ against my legal admirer, I allowed him to h<dd me very closely, and occasionally, looked at him with a half fascinating expression. VA hen we stopped dancing, he led me to my seat, keeping his arm about my waist, and I permitted it. Having thus stirred Bimby up to feats, of wrathful valor, I asked one of the gentlemen to direct the musicians to play a waltz. Bimby came immediately. ‘Ahem, a Miss Lee, shall I—a have the ( honor of, a trying a wal’z with you? 1 smiled a gracious acquiescence and we commenced. . j Now, I am an old stager at waltzing.’ 1 can keep it up longer (ban any nun-pro-

fessional dancer, mule or female, whom I , eve.- roet,. As long as the Caohucha or I tl'e fechounebrunnea rings in my ears I j can go on, if it is for a year. Nut so Bimby. He plead want ofprac- , tice, and acknowledged that he soon got , dizzy. ‘Aha, old boy, thought I, ‘l’ll give you a twin then!’ But I only smiled, and said that I shot. J probnly get tired first. • ! yes* he exclaimed, ‘of course; I can waltz aS long as any one lady, but not much more. For t he first three minutes mv cavalier did well. He went smoothly and evenly, but at the expiration of that time began ■to grow warm. Five minutes elapsed, ! land Bimby’s breath came harder and harder. On we went., however, and I , scorned to notice bis slackening up at ■every round, when we passed my sent, i After tenor twelve minutes the wretched man gasped out between his steps. ‘Ah, a. are you not, get —getting tired? i Oh, no! 1 burst forth as coolv as if we were riding round the room, ‘Oh no, I : feel as if] could waltz all night. The look of dispair that he give was terrible to see. I was bound to see him through how- | ever, and we kept at it. Bimbv sfagger- ’ ed, and made wild steps in all directions. His shirt collar wilted, his eves protruded, his jaw hung down; and altogether 1 saw he could not hold out much longer. ‘This is delightful, 1 said composedly, and you, Mr Bimby waltz so easily! ‘Puff, puff, ah, puff’, yes, oh, puff, very, ' ! puff, delightful,’ gasped he. j ‘Don’t you think it ought to "o a little ’ faster. Her rolled his eyes heavenward in ago- ' ! n y- ’ ‘ So when we neared the musicians, 1 'said, ‘Faster, if you please, faster! and they played a la whirlwind. Poor Bimby threw his feet about like I a fast pacer, and revolved alter the manner of a teetotum which was nearly run down. At last he staggered backwards, ' ' and spinning eccentrically away- from me, ' 1 pitched headlong into the midst of a small bevy of 1 Mies in a corner. I turned around coolly, and walking to tny seat, I ! sent the young womankiller for a glass of 1 water. The miserable lawyer recovered his 1 senses just, in time to see me thank his rival for the water. I got, some idea, from this, of cbe fun j ‘ voting ladies find in tormenting us poor ! devils of the other sex. At Ids juncture, nnd before Mr Bimby ; had time to appologize for his accident, ’ little J -nnie came running into the pavtl-| ! lion which served as a ball room. As she ■ : eime near I prcceivcd that her hands were clunched tightly in her dress, and I positively shuddered as she whispered to 1 me—‘Oh, Maggie come and help me fix my ■ skirts, they are all coming down! What should I du -7 I was in ngony. I A cold prespiration broke out upon my i i forehead. I wished myself a thousand ’ ' miles aw ay, and anthematized Bob Styles’ ; masquerading project, inwardly, with | fearful m- ledictions. I said I was tierd out could not somebody else go? No, noihing would do, but I must accompany her to the house of a gentleman: ■ who owned the grove, and assist her to j arrange her clot!.ing. So I went. What if it should, be necec’sary to re- ' 'move the greater part of her rainment? What if she should tell me to do some ■sewing? What, if in the midst of all the embarrasment of being closeted with a beautiful girl of seventeen, in a state of comparative fredom from drapery, my' real sex and identity should be discovered ■ by her? I felt as if an apoplectic fit would be a fortunate occurrance for me just then. However, I nerved myself up for the ' task, and accompanied J- nnie to the house designated. An old lady showed ' us into her chamber, and Jennie, heaving a sigh of relief, let g<j her dress. And as she did so, a, pardon my blushes!—a petticoat fell to the floor. She was about Ito proceed, but I alarmed her by a sudden «>nd vehement gesture. ‘Slop! I cried I frantically, and forgetting my falsetto; ‘stop! don’t undress, for God’s sake! She opened her great brown eyes to I ' their widest extent. ‘And why not? •Because I am, I am, a, can you keep a secret. •Whv yes, how frightened you look! Why what is the matter, Maggie! you, why, ho! ho!! ho!!! And she gave three fearful screams. ‘Hush, no noise, or I im lost? I exclaimed, putting my band over her mouth. - •I swear I mean no harm; if I had 1 would ' 1 not heve stopped you. Don’t you see? Site was all of a tremble, poor little thing; but she saw the force of my argument. 1 ‘Oh. sir, she said, ‘T sec you fire a man:

I *—o'"* —)■ i 11 but what d >es nil this mean? Whv did you dress so? • 1 tol l her the story, as brb-f ns possible, and exacted troiu lei a pi ~mi-e of the most sacred secrepy. I then went outside the door, and waited till sho had arranged h.-r dre-s, when she called me in again. Shu had heard .of me from Maggie and ptfitrs, and wanted to hear all the particulars, so I sal (low-1 tie onh vre bud U i'- .g talk, which ended in mutual rrienillinesj anil old acquaintances’ip quite w.-nderful for people meeting fur the first time. Just as we star < ; to go back to t'le pavillibn 1 I said that I must relieve’iny wind of oue moie burden. •And what is that? she asked. ‘ Those kiss.-s. Yun thought I was Maggie Lee, or you would not have giv- ■ t;n them. They were very sweet, but I suppose 1 must giv&them back. And I did. ■ She blushed a good deal, but she ain’t resist only when I got through, she glanced up timidly and said: ‘1 think you are real naughty, anyhow. When we retarned, I found lawyer Bimby quite recovered from I.is dizziness I and all hands for supper, which was served in the bail room. I sat between Bimby I and Jennie, and'made love to both of them lin turn; to one as Maggie Lee, and to the ' other as myself. A her supper at which I astonished several by eating rather more heartily than young ladies general■ly do, we had mure dancing, and hinted ‘pretty strongly to Mr. Bimby that I should like to try another waltz. He didn’t take hlut, Fin ling it rather dull amusement to j dance with my own kind, I soon abandoned that pleasure, and pursuadvd Jennie to stroll off into the mcuiiliuht with me. We found the grove a charming place I full of picturesque little corners, and rustic scats, and great gray rocks leaning out over the river. On one side of these ■ latter, a little bench was placed, in a nook sheltered from the wind, and from sight. Here we sat down, in the full flood of 'the moonlight., and having just had dinj ner, I felt wonderfully in need of a cigar. Accordingly I went to a little stand j near the ball-room, and purchased severa! of the wondering woman who sold ! refreshments Then returning to our ' seat by the rocks, I gave up nil cares nnd ' fears for my incognito, and reveled in the I pleasures of solitude, the fragrance of my cigar, the tuooulight, and little Jennie’s presence. How lontr we sat there, heaven alone ; knows. We talked, laughed, sang, look!ed into each other’s eyes, told fortunes, and performed all the nonsensical operaj tioas.common amongst young people, just i falling in love with each other, and might i have remained so until this month ofAu- : gust, in this year of the Lord, Eighteen j Hundred and Fifty-Seven, for aught 1 ' know, had not the carriage been sent to l convey us home, and the rest of the com - j ' pany began to wonder where we were. This wonder begot questions fears, and the fears a search, headed bv the valliant Bimbv. They called and looked and listened, but our position down in the sheltered nook among the rocks, prevented them from hearing us or we them. At length they hit upon our path, and all came alonge single file, until they got ' to the open space above. Then they saw a siget. I was spread out in a free and easy position, my bonnet taken off, and my hair I somewhat towzled up. One foot rested l on the ground, and the other on a rock, about level with mv head (regardless of i ar. les this time,) and there f sat, puffing t away in a very unlady-like style at a high i flavored Concha. Jennie was sitting close beside me with ' her head almost on mv shoulder, and liei ' ' small waist almost encircled by my arm. j Just as ti e party came along above us, I laughed out in a lord, masculine voice—‘Just think of poor what’s his-nnme, there Bimby! Suppose he knew that be ! had been making love to a man!’ ‘Hush!’ cried Jennie. Look! there he ■ is, and, oh; my gracious! thereis the whole ‘ company!’ Yes, we were faiily caught. It was of j no use for me to clap on my bonnet and ’ assume falsetto again, they had all seen too rnnch for that.. Besides by this time Bob Styles and Maggie Lee were doubtI less‘one flesh,’ and my disguhe was of I no further importance, so I owned up and I told the story. I Lawver Bimby was in n rage. He vowed to kill me, and even squared off. but the party laughed nt him so unmerei f ully that he finally cooled down and dunked, away, to take some private conveyance back to 1) . Bob Styles and I are. living in a large house together. He often says that he owes his wife to my masquerading, but he doesn’t feel under any obligations to me, for I owe mv wife to the same thing. N. B.—My wife's name is Jennie. The prospect for ice for next summer’s use is thus far poor.

Reminiscences of the Plains—The Sand Hills of the Platte. We never shall forget the Platte river sand hills on the seat of Rocky Mountains. No one who has crossed the Plains has ever failed to see them, and whoever has seen them once will never forget them.— They are the most magnificent sight presented on the whole journey from the Attlantic States to California. They seem at times, as you approach them at a distance, like fairy-built cities dropped from the heavens into the broad illimitable expanse of the plains beneath. They look again like the white monuments of an immense graveyard, in which might repose the buried generations of a former age. Here and there one stands isolated from the rest, like 'Chimney Rock,’ or the 'Court-House,’ all the more striking for its lonliness [sic]. They assume different shapes from different points of observation. Now, they look like a mighty temple of the olden time, columned, arched, and fretted, as if by a master architect. Again, they bear the appearance of a stern old fortress, frowning on the plain below and built to be impregnable. Again, you see a counterpart of the Chinesse [sic] wall, hemming in a vast extent of the country, and presenting what would indeed be an impassable berrier [sic] to marching hosts. Here and there arises, vast, rugged and sublime, a tower that looks like the unfinished Babel on the plains of Shinar. The illusion is most complete, and for miles upon miles it continues, ever varying and ever beautiful. This variety of forms, so attractive and suggestive, is produced by the action of the rains and storms, which are known to be most violent and terrific in that region. Nature, in her wild and angry mood, is the architect who builds those mysterious cities and wonderful temples, towers and battlements. In the storm, and not the sunshine, she hews out her majestic forms and figures from the plain hills. 'In thunder, lightning, and in rain,’ she does her work, and the storm king slumbers in the palaces she builds, or wreathes his lightning, like very serpents, around their trembling columns. She destroys, too, as she builds. When the rains come and the floods descend, many a house that she has built stands not, for it is founded upon the sand,’ nay, is of sand itself. She struck the shaft of “Chimney Rock,” (which she had worked years like a patient sculptor, to finish,) with a bolt of lightning, and the half of it fell from the heaven which it courted, and crumbled into dust at its base. Great must have been the fall thereof, for it was a majestic column, majestic even in its ruin. She is now doing her best to tear down her 'Court-House,' and her grand bulding [sic], in imitation of the Federal Capitol at Washington. After while she may level them, but they are of pretty solid sandstone, and it will take her as long to tear them down as it did to build them up, though she can and does deface them horribly. [These hills, according to Stansbury, show strata of clay, sandstone and silicious limestone.] All over the more prominent of these grand memorials of the action of the elements, these landmarks of geological history, the emigrants to California have inscribed their names from 1848-9 downwards. Among them are a few that are known to fame. The possessors of many of them now lie moldering in the mountains of California or sleeping their last sleep in its green and smiling valleys. The possessors of others are back in old homes, on shores of the Atlantic, or the borders of the western prairies, thinking, it may be, at this moment, of the sand hills of the Platte, far away, and their names written on the white and barren rocks. The emigrant reads them, and the wild Indian wonders what may be the meaning of the inscription, imagining, perhaps, some mysterious connecting with his own sad destiny. The possessors of others again, we know, are living in peace and plenty in their newbuilt homes on the Pacific. Strange have been the adventures of all those wanderers, and full of interest are their memories of the past.—<California Express>. ———<>——— THE CONSEQUENCES OF DISSIPATION.— Those who see something in being ‘a buster,' and delight in the early fascinations of such draughts of bliss as milk punch, egg-nog, Tom-and-Jerry, port wine sangaree, ect [sic]., will <think> well, and possibly <do> well, by remembering the following 'said calamities’ which attend upon the career of the ‘hard drinker”:—Headaches sickness at the stomach, empty pockets, debts quarrels, enemies, disgrace, remorse idleness, loss of business, and loss of friends shame, domestic unhapiness, indigestion, poor appetite, base companions, rusty clothes, including shocking bad hats, bursted boot, ventilation stockings, awful shirts, <darned> bad vests, threadbare coats and discouraged pantaloons, bad name with the grocer, butcher and milkman. ———<>——— Happiness is a perfume that one cannot shed over another without a few drops falling on oneself.

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