The Butcher-Knife, Volume 2, Number 3, Danville, Hendricks County, 15 August 1857 — Page 1

"TALXrOIIS FROM LITTL2' ACOHNS GIIOW.

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AIVILLE, AUGUST-i5, lSS7.

NO. 3.

Stubbs Seeks Revenge. .

Pappy, old Mr. Smith's grey colt has broken into our cabbage patch again.' 'He has, has he? Well, just load my rifle my son, and we will see if an ounce of lead will not lead Mr. Smith's colt to reform his habits.' This colloquy passed between M. and Master Stubby just after tea. As soon as dark came, Mr. Stubbs takes his rifle, marches over towards old Smith's farm, and when within about thirty rods ot old Smith's barn, he raised, the 'deadly tube,' took aim, pulled the trigger and dropped 'one of the best looking grey colts in the country.' Stubbs having fulfilled his mission, returned home, went to bed, and slept with alighter conscience than he had enjoyed during the last eight months. The next

morning while seated at breakfast, vwho !

should be striding towards the domicil of Mr. Stubbs but old Mr. Smith. Smith entered the house Smith was excited, and for r, mcut lacked words to express himself.. 'Mr. Stubbs, I've come over to tell you that a horse was shot near my barn last night, .Sorrv to hear it, Mr. Smith although not at all surprised, for that grey colt ol yours was not calculated to make friends.' 'But it wasn't my eolt that got shot.' Wasn't your grey colt? Well, which horse 'was it. That grey colt you purchased last week of Widow Dubois, lie broke into my pasture last evening; I intended to tend him home this morning, but it is no use now his brains lay scattered around the barn-yard.' Mr Stubbs was thunderstruck. The idea that he had killed the wrong horse, drove him to desperation; and caused him to seek relief in a direction that rather astonished his household. The last seen of Stubbs, he was chasing his eldest son, Jim, down the turnpike with an eight foot sapling.

Qr Old Roger was visiting a friend who had a. remarkably fine little girl, about three years old, famous for smart savings." As usual, she was shown off before our esteemed friend.

dcr to draw out the precocious reply. Papa's a humbug,' said the Hub iuvenue. ; . : ....;.. ,

'x uucjhic bum om ioger, ' "i never in mv lifo saw. so joung a child: with so

mature a judgment.' ,

A Soft Place. . 'I was down to see the widow yesterday' said Tim's uncle, 'and she gave me back bones for dinner. I went down rather early in the morning; we talked and laughed, and chatted and run on, she going out and in occasionally to see to things till dinner was ready, when she helped me graciously to back-bones. Now I took it as a symptom of personal approbation, because everybody knows I love backbones, and I flattered myself she had them cooked on purpose for me. So I grew particularly cheerful, and I thought I could see it in her too. So after dinner, while sitting close beside the widovr; I fancied we both felt sorter comfortable like 'I know I did. I felt that I had . fallen oyer head and ears and Leartin love wiili her, and I imagined, from the way she looked, she had faller teeth and toe nails in: love with me. She appeared just for all the world like she thought it was coming, that I was going to court lier. Presently, I couldn't help it, I laid my hand softly on her beautiful shoulder, and I remarked, when I had placed it there, in my blandest tone, Tim. for I tried to throw my whole soul into the expression, I remarked then with my eyes pouring love, truth, and fidelity right into her. 'Widow, this is the nicest, softest place, I ever had my hand in all my life.' Looking benevolently at me, and at the same time flushing up a little, she said in me ing and winning tones: 'Doctor give me your hand and I'll put it on a much softer place.' 'In a moment of rapture, I consented, and taking my hand she gently, very gently, Tim, and quietly, laid it on my head and burst into a laugh that's ringing in my ears yet.' Now, Tim, I havn't told this to a living soul but you, and byjinksl you musn't but I couldn't hold it any longer, so I tell you; but mind, it musn't go any further.

An unfortunate friend of ours who

is continually having' his money boned out of him for charitable purposes, attended a sort of private fair up town last j week, crot up to raise money lor that invet-i erate beggar 'the heathen;' who requires; so many thousand per annum to keep him in pra) er-books and flannel drawers.-1 Our friend came away minus some twenty or thirty dollars, but said that he gained a new proof of his devotion to the weaker

'for, said he, with a sigh, 'I found

that the longer I stayed, the Dearer the Fair became to me,'

Several years ago one of tho

Christian churches in western New York had a revival, and a,great many sinners were enrolled for repentance, feeling much exercised about their eternal salvation hereafter. The minister, like the most revivalists, was a spiritual fanatic, and daily assured his hearers who did not come forward and confess their sins that they would be irredeemably "damned in the world to come; having no part in the allotment in the delightful fields of Paradise, where the All wise and merciful Father holds supreme sway over the actions and destinies of his earthly children.Like most new converts who experience a change of heart amid the excitement and bustle of fanatical preaching, the youthful seeker after light, on this ocaasion, were very enthusiastic, andshouted, prayed, and sung continually. Some there were out ol the pale of the church, who attended the religious meetings out of curiosity; some who scoffed and ridiculed the means of grace set before them; and, whenever occasion offered, displayed their wit and humor at the expense of the newly made Christians. On one occasion during 'the revival, a noted individual of the vicinity was praying lustily for help. 'Lord,' said he, 'send me a comforter, to drive away the gloom that surrounds me, and dispel the ice that enshrouds my heart with its freezing and destroying presence.' The convert was a very selfish and cold-hearted man unympathizing, penurious and uncharitable in the extreme. He repeated several times over his request that a comforter might be sent. At last some one in the eonireration cried out 'Lord, send the brother a bed-quilt it will serve him as well as a comforter, and be a good deal cheaper.' The sanctity of : he occasion was no restraint on the laughter that followed ia a loud and boisterous manner.. A Runaway Quintette.--A distressed' head of a family, whose name we wero unable to learn, arrived in this city days since from Michigan in s'jwife and three children. J I came here under pretcne sit met a man by the : 7 formerly a waiter in Vint.. doped with him, childre..

man Lewis had formerly r

ant MVtjiodist preacher, and mmn -ago had m.et this, woman in this Sta probably erT&aj'mortgage' on hi fection which was thus 'foreclosed cago Press, 2d.