Locomotive, Volume 7, Number 6, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 January 1849 — Page 1

B R EV ITY IS THE' SOUL OF -WIT.

VOL VII. CITY OF INDIANAPOLIS, SATURDAY, JANUARY 6, 1849 No. C

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, -' . . ; : For the Ijocomotive. Gents: I wonder, if any of your readers are fond of smoking? I dare say many of them are. They then can appreciate the virtues of a good cigar. Who that has smoked will not smoke again 1 To seethe smoke lazily curling over your head, or forming in fantastic and graceful festoons around it Now in azure wreaths it ascends, or stretches slowly out in long faint lines of beauty, then floating off in light thin clouds of cerulean blue. To have that -careless feeling of exquisite enjoyment stealing gradually over your senses, shutting out the busy world. What care we for all the sorrows, troubles,

cares and ills that shake its mighty heart to the centre 1 To feel that every puff of your fragrant Havanna is the perfection of ecstacy. To know that you have a friend in your cigar, every breath of whose existence is devoted -to your comfort, and affords you more real pleasure than the friendship of all the sons of Adam. A friend, too, who yields up its life at your solicitation. Poets have tuned their lyres to sing of its virtues, Sages have chronicled its merits, the Statesman, from out the troublous affairs of State, has unbent him from his lofty position to seek sweet solace in its embrace. The Philosopher, from amidst the perplexities of his meditation, has found relief in its soothing influence. The lover can dream of - " The .'one star of his idolatry," To whom he has offered up all the wealth and beauty of his young affections, and his cigar will clothe his jealous fears with all the brightest hues of hope. Old age can sit him down in the quiet chimney corner; under the gentle influence of his cigar, the incidents of a long life will flow out with all the unmteruptedness of youthful days, from the great reservoir of his memory, filled with the waters of experience. But my cigar which yielded me so much delight, is gone, resolved to ashes, and I turn again to the cold, harsh world. The chill winds are moaning without a sad and mournful dirge for the old year dead; wrapt in its shroud of snow, it has gone. But not alone has it gone; its epitaph is engraven upon many a human heart, who mourn for loved and lost ones that were borne on its dead and frozen bosom. . The young, in their happy spring ntie, have gone ; the buds and blossoms of human life have been too rudely blown against; they have fallen from the parent stem their bright and joyous beauty has perished into dust. -Many that had put

forth their green leaves in the summer of their lives, ripening into manhood, have fallen from the bough, and are rotting in the earth. Many, in the

prime of life, in the pride and strength of manhood

when Hope sent forth upon the wide waters of ex

pectation, had returned, like the dove with the olive branch, telling of prospects brightening, of anticipations assuming the glowing colors of reality, in

the autumn of their age have been struck down. Many, with whitened locks and trembling limbs, "the last of earth," have "Gathered about them the draperies of the couch," And silently and sadly laid down in the tomb. No," the old year goeth not alone. The beatings of too many hearts", are hushed. Too many leaves and blossoms, too many flowers and fruits have been shaken from the tree of life. Too many can say,

that for them, . . - "Earth's dearest tones are gone." ,

Tho new year has burst upon us like a bright sun from out a wintry sky, pouring its sunshine into every heart. ' All is gladness, joy, and exultation. New hopes, new joys have re-lit their almost extinguished torch, and it casts upon the present, all the

glories of the past, and illumes the dim vista of

the future, and we begin another year with renewed

vigor to the limb, and new fire tothe mind. The commencement of the year '49 has marked a

new era in the fashionable circle of our city. They have introduced the customs "of those brave old days, when the world was in its prime,". the custom of keeping open houses on New Year's day, to receive the visits of all their friends. The elite have led off, soon to be followed by. all, I hope. Early on the morning of the 1st, the young gentlemen prepared to pay their New YearVvisit to the fair. The head "and front of the party, the leader of Ton, (cctte place Monsieur le Comte convient mieux qu a personnel) set the example no young gentleman better versed lVsuch affairs can be found and under his guidance, assisted by the careless but generous M., 'and the affable but brusque II., in parties of two or three they set out. The young ladies, in anticipation of such congratulatory calls, well knowing the taste of the present race of beaux, had prepared a plentiful feast of bon bons, and a flow of cogniac. The day was spent thus happily and pleasantly. by all. In the evening, the Red and White roses held their respective courts, and their partizans paired off to pay . their homage. The parties both passed off as delightfully as one could wish, and at a late hour, all retired to their homes, hoping to see many more such bright New Year's. . " - . Max.

Two or three of our B'hoys, with the same number of their Madison friends, took dinner at Browning's the other day. They did the thing up in that fine old style, which the Sons have rendered almost obsolete. After the cloth was removed, bright, sparkling champagne was introduced, and some two

or three hours were spent in animated discussion and refined conversation ; " . "And flashed from them such sparks of thought, As Bacchus could alone have taught." Go it boys, your daddy's rich. .

For the Locomotive. Midnight Musings. 'Tis midnight, and the zephyr breeze playing, Sports 'mong the trees, their gentle plaint betraying, O'er my senses like angel's breath it flows, -Melting each rough passion into calm repose; -, My weary soul fainting 'mid cares of earth, To pleasures like these in its fancy gave birth. Methought I wander'd in a fairy land, Where beauteous roses bloom,' and lilies expand; On gentle dews feasting violets fair, We've fresh fragrance breathing on the mellow air; Beauties of Paradise sent from above,

To be gather'd and twin'd in garlands of love. I wanderd on, and paused beneath a grove, Through whose verdant foliage, tho moon-beams strove, ! . - ' .. To throw upon the scene its soft'ning shade, As meteors spring forth on the brow of tho glade, Scatt'ring and dispensing in landscape found, The bright and glowing tints of beauty around. Within knelt a form, pure symbol sublime, The. bliss of the bless'd, at the exit of time, Her eyes beaming forth the fullness of love, She might have been transfer r'd to heaven above; A welcome she smil'd, her countenance glow'd, My heart' wide expanded grew warm, and ador'dShe spoke sweet as the sound of Seraph's lyre; My breast, like ocean billows, beat wild and higher; A smile on her lips, so radiant with bliss, Could a willing heart brook a bondage like this! In ecstacy of joy, I essay 'd to speak, From the effort I made, I awoke with a shriek. ' J' M' MFor tie Locomotive Poetical. 'Why muttering thus!" said a father to a son, Whom he had corrected, for something he'd done. "Oh, sir!" said the mother, "don't give him more pain, - ' For his eyes are already quite full of heart's rain; And grief, like a cloud, has covered his soul, Do, sir, let him be, your passion control." "At those. mutterings, then, I'll express no more wonder, , Most likely, my dear, they're a sort of low thunder. We have rain, thunder, clouds, and I greatly fear, Electricity or lightning will shortly appear ; : So my lightning rod, madam, I think I'll apply, It will help the storm over, and we'll have a clear .sky." M. S. Edinburgh, Dec. 30, 1848.