Locomotive, Volume 9, Number 6, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 July 1849 — Page 1

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BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT. VOL, IX. CITY. OF INDIANAPOLIS, SATURDAY, JULY 7, 18 4 9 No. 6.

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' I Love to Ramble. I love to ramble far away From daily haunts of mm, And watch the sylvan streamlets play Along the mossy glen, Tis then I catch sweet music's note Upon the amber breeze; From ev'ry leaf, there seems to float Rich, countless melodies. I love to watch the sunlight rays, That flash across the rill ; And trace the shadow as it plays On river, dale, and hill; The grandeur of the boundless blue, The clouds of purple dye, The rainbow tints, the golden hue Of gorgeous sunset sky. I love to hear the martin's song Of birds on waving trees; The zephyr breeze that floats along, The hum of busy bees : " The sound of distant waterfall, The rushing torrent near; E'en footsteps on the leafy hall, Brings music to my ear. 1 love to see the crimson light Of life's decaying day; 'Tis thus the soul must take its flight, And shortly pass away; But oh ! 1 better love by far To feel, my soul is free ; Thai love fragrance fills the air, From thee, my God, from thee. Connersville June 18, '49. Sphynx.

The Maiden Angel. Along these aisles forever dim These dusty aisles of time ; Comes a sweet Angel; I have known In youth's delicious clime ! At rosy morn, when earth is bright Awakened from her sleep ; Like a pure that ! she ever comes With my lone heart to weep ! And at the sultry hour of noon When all is calm and still ; Her fair white hand upon my brow, Doth make my bosom thrill! O ! in these aisles forever dim These dusty ailes of time; There is a beauty in her smile Her voice is pleasant rhyme f

And at the holy hour of eve She is beside me then ; Mingling her tears with mine, I grieve . That we must part again ! Yet in the aisles of future time Whose golden light 1 see ; Our souls will meet like pleasant rhymeAnd mingle melody !

To Miss L. E. H. Waltonham fo Missouri. Two long years have passed away Since we last have spoken, But still wilt they remembrance stay Within my heart, most broken. Fair girl, I hope you are the same, As childish and caressing; If you are, you'll never blame Me for thus addressing. A line upon your silph like form, And those sweet smiles, so clever, Which I so oft have gazed upon, I'll ne'er forget, no never. Adieu ! this heart will ever hold thee, A cherished friend of early youth. And should mine eyes no more behold thee, Believe, dear friend, I speak the truth. G.E.J. Lewisville, Indiana Ju .e 17th, '49.

Mb. Loco. Whilst the community are investing

their capital in railroad stock, and running mad at the idea of getting six per cent per annum, a few

of our " old ones," in town, have their eyes open to

their own dear interests, (not spiritually, but temporally,) and it is generally supposed, also, with a particular desire not to let too many of their fellow christian's pockets get too heavy with " rocks;" too much like equality, that, yes-siree. Well, we say go it, when a man can command eight per cent for pew rent, in some of the most respectable churches in the city. He has certainly got the "big head" if he does not invest his capital thar, and no whar else, and not risk it in any wild goose chase, like a railroad. Church pews are a standing and permanent property, so are market houses. A Locomotive, though, will always run to the other end of the road, always going, never still, it may happen to run over you, then where is your stock? A piece of ground six feet by two dangerous things these, avoid, them. We have tried and must decide in favor of the most profitable, and would say unto all others, " Go thou and do likewise." One of ,'em.

Mb. Locomotive : As I filled up my last with a description of the town of Connersville and vicinty, I purpose, in this, to say something in relation to the surrounding country and its beautiful scenery. As you pass along through this region of country, and contemplate the happy change which the hand of art has so recently wrought with such unusual vigor and felicity of execution, the mind is involuntarily filled with the liveliest and most pleasurable emotions. The heavy, dense forest, which was once the wild retreat of the lurking Indian, and which threw its dark shade over the prowling beast of prey, has lately been removed, and highly culti

vated fields and richly ornamented pastures now extend over the whole length and breadth of the luxuriant landscape. The face of the country is not broken by hills, nor is it unusually level; but, for the most part, is of that gently undulating character, which is so well adapted to the purpose of agriculture and tasteful embellishment. The soil too is richly fertile, and is in the highest state of cultivation and improvement. As far as the eye can reach there may be seen the gracefully waiving

fields of grain ; the stalks bending under the weight of their load, and promising to the industry of the honest husbandman, a rich and abundant harvest. The' dwellings and farm houses are generally large and comfortable; rnost of them presenting a share of taste, opulence, and refinement, with which, it is but seldom we meet in other portions of the State. And spreading out in every direction, the eye rests upon beutifully chequered pastures and woodlands, studded with noble trees, which are so numerous, and of such extent, as to form a striking feature in the rich and luxuriant scenery, In short, the whole appearance, is that of a country, possessing wealth, industry, and refinement; of the residence of a people, who cherish and cultivate the social virtues, and occupy their time in the accumulation of the comforts, and many of the luxuries of domestic life. Indeed, so strikingly apparent is the above remark, that the most casual observer cannot pass through the country, and gaze upon the boundless fields ; the blooming meadows; the richly laden orchards and then enter the elegant mansion, in which is spread the sumptuously furnished board, without feeling that he is in a land, "Where wealth, and peace, and plenty reign, And milk and honey flow." Sphynx. June 29th, '4! .

Messrs. Editors. A superanuated practitioner in the county, tells a good tale on a contemporary pill maker of his earlier years. The Doctor in question, from some cause, or other ( probably a scolding wife,) had taken to hard drink. Being sent for in great haste to attend a severe attack of fever, he was found desperately drunk. However, they got him on a horse, and by supporting him to the house of the sick lady, led him to the bed side, and seated him. " The room whirled around so fast," he could not keep his head in equilibrium but to proceed to his duty. He commenced 'hunting for the arm of his patient, when, getting tangled

in the blanket, he unfortunately got ho'.d of his own;

but a short deliberation was necessary, when, in

the drawling language so peculiar to the inebriate,

he exclaimed "Drunk, Madam, by , and leaning

forward his head on the bed, was soon snoozing

sweetly in the fond embrace of Sornnus. Jack.

CURIOSITIES. Notes issued from the Bank of the Blue Moselle. The nose of the Man in the Mood. A rope of sand, and one of the links of a chain of

presumptive evidence.

One of the claws of the lion that whipped the

unicorn out of town. A quill from the wing of the American Eagle that was toasted. The eye of the law, and a limb of the same. The loop-hole of a retreat, and Symmes' Hole. A pound of the green cheese that some people can be made to believe the moon is made of. The tip end of the tail of the worm that never dies. - The hilt of the Sword of Justice.