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HE SOUTHERN INTELLIGENCER.
\KER & ROOT,
"llflibing t*ienualc, nor set botou aug(ji in malitc."
PROPRIETORS.
1.
AUSTIN, TEXAS, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 1857,
NO. 26.
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Lt thou «till remember «« t
11 remember thee uuil thine,
flit'ii tlw y«""K carele hour
■ All were thluo «"«1 ">'.nej
Iheii we liiil ""r «Í* 111 "owera,
Liufliiug at the ruljnR power ,
IDreninlug life divine.
A-eaini of books, or barren learning,
■Troublednet our ««miner sleep!
liiius (just !¡0 Wlls ''"ruins!
T]„ the heart' rócense deeps
¿■rtlie aunny water willing,
■ant. nor wo. n r friendship tilling,
Vaiijjlit ui then to weeji.
I', has lost Its sweetest season,
■Spring bus shrunk to winter cold,
Itl, for «orne b«d etu'thly ivanon,
RVe (who oiioe were JTOUIIg ) are old,
luini'il are ull our uusliiiie «birle ,
lil our thousand plpaiMlt stories —
I are passed and told!
It life's thoughtful impel fleeth
Through a Rentier, «timer air;
II n liuiid tliut no one seetli
Eh ellis us front despair;
I gh autumn lulls in showers,
i will trust to brighter hour .
[when we hid our eyes in flower ,
^nil dreamed the world was fair.
Prairie Life,
A TALE OF revenge.
hough much Una been written
liritt IHii, many a wild adven-
gfcl man/ yet wilder «reno, has
Binuduscribcil. Tour Ruxton
lied at .Se Louis, ami whosi
entertaining and valuable work
Is iu the tiir west," is enriched
liauy a story and scene wliich,
■lit, to the people of the East
■ like tales from the Arabian
h There is so much originuli-
|ut the manners and habits of
upper and frontiersman, that
■struck with their peculiar lan-
lor mode of expressing thern-
1 as well as their singular cos-
I They are, iu fact, as distinct
pked a class as sailors, and
(many odd and quaint sayings.
I generally the commission of
Isomo disappointmeut in lile,
Itive love of adventure and per-
I make these men desert the
It* of civilized society for the
Vol haunts of the reu man.
lean imagine the terrible re-ac-
rhicli takes place when the
lot passion or the wreck of dis-
|twl hope sweeps over the seu-
oul, and leaves a desolation—
I of the former man. It is mis-
i like these which scorch aud
■•the finest feeling—some mor-
|ngor injustice committed by
1 towards them, in revenging
Ithey have been compelled to
their homes aud become exiles
IHr West.
p'y is told of an extraordinary
pa! an ac'; °t revenge, said
i taken place many long years
► the fork of the Pawnee. A
r 'our> who had been roving
p years in the West,all stran-
otller> were ono day
I ay thrown together,"when a
"id bloody scene ensued.
Presented a striking con-
ll,.eat"je' Tlle y°wngcst was
I - raa('e> with long hair and
Aim ^i. ,*Iis exP08"i'c had
■ a rich brown complexion.
Turn 'il"n staturo, and made
P'Jh and activity. There was
features, which
K T the light of hope
Iwitli hi n W.M trave'ing on
I,, V . 111 1,isgun leath-
ta JT Ri'ldle,when ho
mi,uan 0n foot' witl1 i gun
8ovír-an^PÍ8to,8Ín hU bult.
yer six feet in height, and
P. wide scar on his cheek.
KikS tdrawing to a close,
I after thi^i j tlie 1>awnoe'
L reco' . -i"1 CttmPed> a '"an
Kn lteT,n8them'witha
[im8pir(an(^ after having sat-
.he «o tll° 8'8ns were
a^>mo1 "jootlily into the
a"er looking sternly at
men. was asked by Scar
Cheek to "come to tin! ground.'
Ho was a, ..stout, muscular man,
much older than the other two, with
a deep, habitual scowl, long, black,
matted hair, and very unprepossess-
ing features. .Some comonplace re-
marks were made, but no questions
were asked by either party.
It was near twilight when the
voung man who hud gathered some
bullido chips to make a lire to cook
with, suddenly perceived a man ap-
proaching them on a mulo. Hecaine
steadily and fearlessly on the camp,
and casting a look at the three said:
Took ye ibr Indiansthen glancing
at the deer-skin dress of the trio, lie
observed, "Old lou'hors; some time
out, eh V" The mnn was about fifty
years old, and his grey hairs contras-
ted strangely with his dark, bronzed
features, upon which care aud misfor-
tune were strongly stamped, lie
was only half clad in the miserable
skins he wore, and as he dismounted,
Scar Cheek asked, "Where from?"
"From the Kaw," (Kansas,) he re-
plied, throwing down a bundle of ot-
ter-skins. Alter unsaddling and
staking out his mule, he brought
himself to the ground, and taking his
ride, he looked at the priming, and
shaking the powder in the pan, he
added a few more grains to it; then
placing a piece of thin, dry skin over
it, to keep it from the dump, lie shut
the pan. The group watched the
Old trapper, who did not seem to no-
tice them, while Scar-Cheek became
interested, aud showed a certain un-
easy ness. lie looked towards his own
rille, and once or twice loosened the
pistols iu his belt, as if they incom-
moded him. The young m:tn aud the
stout man with the scowl exchanged
glauco , but uo word passed. So fur
no questions h id been asked as to
who the other was; what little con-
versation passed was very laconic,
and not a smile wreathed the lip of
any one of them.
The little supper was eaten in si-
lence, each man seeming to be wrapt
iu his own thoughts. It was agre
that the watch should be divided equal-
ly among the four, each man standing
on guard two hours—the old trapper
takiig tin first w.ituli, the young
man next, aufl Scar-Cheek and he with
the scowl ibllowing.
It was a liriu'it nioauli^M nitilit,
and over that barren, wild waste of
pruirie, not a sound w.h heard as the
three lay sleeping on their blankets.
The old trapper paced up an I down,
ran his eye around the wilde waste
before him, ami then would stop and
mutter to himself. "It cannot be,
he said half aloud, "but the time and
thut«sear may have disguised hiin.
That boy, too—It's strange I feel
drawn towards him ; then that villain
with the scowl, and the muscles of
the old trappers face worked convul
sively, which the moonbeams falling
upon, disclosed traces of a by gone
refinement. The trapper noislessly
approached the sleeping men, and,
kneeling down, gazed intently upon
the features of each, and scanned
them deeply. Walking oil', he mut-
tered to himself again, saying; "It
shall be,''and then judging by the
stars4iiat his watch was up, he ap-
proached the young man and woke
him, pressing his finger upon his lip
to command silence ut the time, and
motioned him to follow. They
.walked off some distance, when the
trapper taking the young man by
the shoulder turned his face to the
moonlight, and after gazing at it
wistfully, whispered in his car. "Are
you Perry Ward Í" The young man
sturted wildly, but the trapper pre-
vented liiui by saying, "Enough,
enough!' lie then told him ho was
his uncle, aud that the man with the
scar was the murderer of his father
and that he with the scowl luid con
victed him (the trapper) of forgery
by his false oath.
The blood deserted the lips of the
young man, and his eyes glared and
dilated almost from their sockets,
lie squeezed his uncle's hand, and
then, with a meaning glance, as he
looked to his rifle, moved towards
the camp.
"No, no!" said the old trapper;
"not iu cold blood—give them a
chance."
They cautiously returned to the
eainj), and found both the men in a
deadsleep. The uncle and nephew
stood over them. Scar Cheek was
breathing hard, when suddenly he
cried out:
"I did not murder Perry Ward."
"Liar!" said the trapper, in a voice
of thunder, and the two men started
and bounded to their feet.
"Red skins about?" asked they in
voice.
"No, worse than red skins," said
the trapper "Harry Ward is about!"
and siozing his knife, he plunged it
into Scar Check's heart.
"Then, take that," said he of the
scowl, and, raising his rifle, the trap-
per fell a corpse;
With a bound and a wild cry, the
young man jumped at the murderer
of his uncle, and, with his knife, gave
him several fatal wounds. The
struggle was a fearful one, ho vever,
and the young man had also received
several bad cuts, when his adversary
fell from the loss of blood, and soon
expired. Thus ended this strange
meeting, and thus were father q.nd
uncle revenged.
THE LOST PATH—Bv Twos. Davis.
Sweet tliouiflits. bright dream , my comfort be,
All comfort else luí flown ;
For every hope wiih tuina to me,
And hero 1 ant alone.
U'lint thought wore mine in curly youth!
I.ike some old Irish wong,
llfliníul ul love, mu) life, and truth,
.My spirit gusli"d along.
I Imped to right my ñutiré I 1 \
I hoped a soldierV I'mih1,
1 hop d to rest In woman' smile,
And win ii minstrel' name—
0! little have I served my laud.
No laurels press my brow.
I have no wornm's heart or band.
Nor minstrel honor now.
Tint fancy lias a magic power,
It brings nte wreath and crown,
And woman' love, Hie clf same hour
lt emiten oppression down,
Sweet thought , bright dreams, my comfort be,
I have no joy be idj ;
Oil! throng around, and be to ma
Power, country, fume, and brUlo.
IIi*man' Xati'hk—They tell u gond
story of two bachelors down East, who
lived a sort of ent-ainklog life, to thoir
neighbors discomfort, lint who had been
at camp mooting, were slightly converted
and liotli of tlieni concluded to reform.
" Brother Tom," says one, when they
had arrived at thoir home," let us sit
down now mid I'll tell you what we'll do
You tell mo all my faults and I'll tell you
all of yours, and'so we will know how to
get about mending oPem."
" ("J i tod ! " snys brother Tom.
" Well, you begin."
" No, you begin, brother Joe."
"Well, in the lirst place, you know,
bother Tom' yon will lie,! "
Craek goes brother Tom's paw between
brothert Joe's " blinkers," and a cottsi.
deitiblcof a " scrimmage " ensues, until
in the course of about ten minutes, neither
being able to come to timo, reformation
is postponed sine die.
Sl.ngli.ali AFKKcriOX im a ijou. TIlC
many extraordinary instances of devotion
of the dog to his master, now on record,
seem too much for the belief of icost of
men, DUt the following was told us by n
gontlciinn well acquainted with the cir
cumstauces, and many others in this vici-
nity eau vouch for the truth of the state
meut :
Charles 1 Itieston, a man well known oil
the Alabama river, but for the last few
years as a resident of California, was kill-
ed by the explosion of a steamboat near
San Francisco a few months since. A
noble Newfoundland dog owned by him
escaped injury, and dragged the bo.ly o
his master to the shore. The dog was
sent home to the mother of the deceased,
residing in Perry county, Alabama. On
being shown a daguerreotype of his lost
master, the dog immediatly recognized it,
and commenced licking it, and sending
up the most piteous howls. Since, that
time lie has refused all foil an I ino.ms
constantly. When last heard from he
was in a dying condition, and is probably
dead by this time. Where, iu human
history, can bdMbund such an instance of
devoted love and an intense grief at the
loss of a loved one.
&&* A certain lawyer has his portrait
taken in his favorite attitude, standing
with his hands in his pockets, llis
friends and clients all went to seo it, and
everybody en 1 timed,
" Oh how like the original. It's the
very picture of him."
" ¡Taint like," said an old farmer.
" Just show us where it's not like him,"
said they.
" 'Taint,—no'tuiiit," replied the farmer
" don't you see lie's got his hands iu his
own pockets ?— 'T would bo as like
again, if he had his hands in somebody
cites pockets."
—j-—
The Theory ok the Eye.— In the new
number of the Quulerly review is a curious
paper on physiognomy. We give the
writer's interpretation of the color of the
eyes :
Dark blue eyes are most common iu per-
sons of delicate, reüned or effeminate na-
ture ; light blue, and much more, grey eyes
iu the hardy and active. Oreen eyes have
generally the same meaning as the grey.
Hazel eyes are the more usual indications
of a mind masculine, vigorous and pro-
found.
As a commentary on the reviewer's text,
we may add that Shukspeai'o had hazel
eyes, Swift, blue eyes, (azuro as the lina
vens,) Milton,Scott and Byron grey eyes.
" Father, what docs a printer live
on ?"
"Why child?"
',Because you said you hadn't paid him
for tliroe years, and still tuko the paper."
" Wife, spank that child."
A Toast.— Fremont, party : born in
Philadelphia," last Juno—died in Penn-
sylvania last November. Too old for a
veal, too young foTa beef — we skinned it
for its hide.
A Want of confidence has kept many
a man silent. A want of sense has made
many persons talkative,
(¡one Astray.
Cold words to full on u loving herat
that he has gone astray. And is this
the time to desert? This the time
to taunt him with words that roll
like lava from your passion, aud sear
his soul 1 No ! be bis light now, per-
haps he has no other.
Alany a true heart, that could have
come back like the dove to the ark,
after its lirst transgression, lias been
frigutened beyond recall by the angry
look or menace, the taunt; the char-
ity of the unforgiving soul. Be care-
ful how you freeze the warm emotions
of repentance, lieware lest those
words unheeded, sting you to some
shadowy vale of your future sorrows.
Repeuteneo changed by neglect or
unkindness, becomes like melted iron
hardened in the mould; trifle with it
never. Be first to meet the erring
with outstretched amis. Wipe the
tears from bis eyes—pour the balm
of consolation on the wound tlmt
guilt has made. Lot your heart be
the grave for bis transgressions, your
pity find vent iu bearing bis burden,
not in useless words. Oh forgive the
erring! Did not he who died on
Cavlury V Shield him from the con-
tempt of grosser minds, make bright
ness and beauty where all was cold
and storm before iu this sail life.
Kossuth iiiiiI Louu Nnpoleon.
In the course ol'uu address recently
delivered at Edinburgh, Kossuth held
this remarkable language:
What stands between the rising of
the world's arm and its falling upon
the neck of despotism! lt is the
momentary success of one mail—a
poor worm of the dust, doomed to
return to dust, and his name is Louis
Napoleon Bonaparte. (Cheers.) Sir,
I do not believe iu the stability ol
successful crime. (Renewed Cheers.'
I will venture to contrast my own
humble lot with the brilliant one of
that potentate. I eat with my chil-
dren the bitter bread of bonielessness
—I am staggering joyless towards an
obscure grave. For inheritance, my
children may get a legacy of sorrow
yet devotion to their country's cause,
Such is my lot, but whatever may be
my faults, >ny urrors, or even nTy sins
never have I broken oaths, never have
I deceived nations, never trifled with
* •« <1
Cheers.)
Bonaparte, on the contrary, sits
high in power, dazzling the cyc3 of
short-sighted men with the brightness
of liis propitious star. Still 1 do not
believe in the stability of successful
crime. ('Loud Cheers.^ From the
depths of my desolation 1 turn my
eyes to the universe, and from the
stars in the firmament down to the
atom of dust at my feet, I see creation
crying out aloud that there is a God.
The feeble spark of his eternal spirit
glimmering iu my brain, my Tensón
revolts against the thought that it
should lie at the mercy of adventur-
ous crime to break the eternal clitiin
of moral laws which, by the sovereign
decree of an omnipotent and self-cou-
sistentwill, have ruled the world since
creation dawned, and will rule it to
the consummation oftiiue. My rea-
son revolts against the thought that a
worm, the offspring of the dust, can,
with impunity, defy those laws by
which the eternal lawgiver has bound,
not only the fluctuations of human
events, but lias bound his own immov-
able will.
THE
For the flouthoru Inlellttfcucrr.
EVE UK PARTING.
Uii that t ve, l y th* able of my own nativo Huir,
With th«« frienria tbiit from rblldhoml to moiihood I IgvihI,
When our |ihmíoiin wore culm, ami our feelinga h« jiuro
As the fltream on whoae bunk* wo then penaively roved.
We looked buck on thodaya, now forever gone by,
Ami ii.Hjiii it Hifiiiu trod tin* M'out'M of our youtb,
And tliowe bright tli'etiuc momeuM, recalled wllb u ai^h,
When our heart were imbued with love, grnileueM, truth
When, if youth'* little aorrowa should enuao teara to flow
From one—greater anguirh waa felt by the other,
'Till uflVctioiia nuv*Hrrt would aoothe Ida trirnda woo—
And call buck awcct peace to the heart ufbia brother.
How aud waa the thought, that momenta likethia,
Wore transient aa awcct—and that now wo must port
1*crimp* uovor more to experence the hli**—
Found n friendship*communing*, wheroheart *peuk* to
heart.
For we'd come to that stage— where the pathway* of life,
For each a quito ditlerent coura«*—did demand
And perhaps year* of hardship, of pain and of atrife,
Kach should pass ere again he could cluap Unit loved hand-
Ho we parted, but vowed that tlio' ocean ami scu
(tolled between us—our friendship should alill remain
pure.
As the verdure that bloomed over rath hlll-and lea,
Or thy chrystahuo hosoiu—oh beautiful Huir :
t. H. o'c-
Extreme Delicacy.—"Is any-
thing the matter'/'
"There is, sir," was the host's reply.
"Havel given any offense?"
"You have, sir."
"Really, lam ignorant of it."
"Such language wont suit here,
sir."
"My dear sir, what language t"
"You were talking of soup'/"
"We were.'
"You mentioned ox tail
"I did-"
"That is it, that is it, sir!" That
sent the ladies blushing out of the
room ; that is highly improper lan-
guage, which I never heard at any
board before, and should not have
expected it from you."
"Why, sir, I but called it it's pro-
per name! You asked nie a ques
tiou and I replied. I am, however,
sorry that has given offence, but 1
really do not know how I could have
well avoided it."
"Then, sir, I advise you, when you
have occasion another time lo speak
of that peculiar soup, do not call it
oxtail."
"No?"
"No, sir."
"But what shall I call it?'
"Fly disperse!', sir!"
|y Ladies should remember that
of all habits the habit of walking is
the cheapest, it is also one of the
best,
The following letter from a young
friend of ours now a student of
College, was received several weeks
ago. If not intended for publication,
(knowing we had become a member of
the honorable corps editorial) he should
huvo taken the precaution to have
marked it "private" or " confidential
College, Dec. 20th, 185U.
Dear
1 have waited so long for an answer
to some of my numerous epistles, that
my patience bus at length fairly ovap
orated, and I am now coining down
upon you liko an "alpine avalanche,
or in more homely phrttzo " like i
thousand ot brick." What excuse can
you possibly have for not writing ti
me? In vain have I freighted the
mail with we:tUy contributions, in vain
have I backed them " in haste," " ex-
press," " important,"—not one line have
1 received in return. Like the poor
man at a frolic no one condescends ti
notice my most witty sayings. 1 can
not afford "to waste my sacharme
matter on the desert air," for the simple
reason I am not overstocked with the
raw material, and besides you know
sugar lias " riz." 1 trust however for
the future you will make amends by pay-
ing up ull "old scores."
But the question is now, where snail
I find matter suflicient to (ill up the
three long- pages vet to follow ? Shall
l tftve you a gtmwg mscrapfinn ol nil
the various incidents by "flood and
field" that checquo the adventurous
life of the midnight oil consuming stu
dent, or shall I give you a minute and
elaborate account of the state of my
health—the various tidings and tnise
rics with which 1 have been afflicted,
together with all the extraordinary
symptoms with which they have been
accompanied ? I have no doubt that
either subject would be very interest
ing to you, but shall leave them for a
future-occasion and pass onto others
equally important and more consonant
to my present felings.
Yesterday was Christinas—Christmas
a word always heretofore associated in
my mind with " hoe down" frolicks,
'• mince pies" and fat turkeys. The
morning was ushered in with a keen
blustering wind, murky skies and fall
ing snow, and I dined upon cold clam
my potatoes and a round of beef that
seemed to have got about hall through
the process of petrifaction, no fun, no
frolicking, no dancing, no nothing.
1 had made considerable calculations
upon a party to be given on Christmas
by one of our Professors, to which 1
bad the honor of an invitation, but 1
was most sadly disappointed, as it
turned out to bo nothing more than a
" tea-fight " of the first water. In other
words it was what is usually termed a
" sitting party," one of those prim formal
aff'uirs at which the ladies and gentle-
men contémplate each other from oppo-
site sides of the room, for all the world
like two rows of criminals in the
stocks. I happened to be stationed in
the lino fronting a tolerably fair antag-
onist, and after a half hours mature
deliberation I ventured to make a " sor-
tie," and upon coming to " close quar-
ters " even plucked up courage enough
to observe " that the weather was ex-
ceedingly pleasant, considering the
season of the year," (forgot that it was
then snowing like the d—1). To this
original remark, Miss replied,;
" very." Here I came to a full stop—
at length after tying my handkerchief
into twenty hard knots, and after the
most minute investigation of the room
>iii<l the whole of its contents, I rallied
sufficiently to enquire if Miss " did
not find the room uncomfortably warm"
to which she replied " very." Another
dead pause of about Jó minutes, (dur-
ing which time I untied all the knots I
had previously made in my handker-
chief,) when 1 again returned to the
charge, observing " tlmt the room was
indeed ucetmvdy warm," to which Miss
again replied " Oh very." Just
at thin interesting crisis of our conver-
sation, I caught sight of the servant
(who handed round the eatables) el-
bowing his way thro' a crowd of half-
starved students, and knowing from
sad experience there wan no time to be
lost, if I intended to como in for a share
of the spoils, I postponed my gallantry
to a future occasion and made a rush
for the centre of attraction. But
after a despúlate struggle in which I
had one toe horribly crushed by the
heel of a boot, and a now white waist-
coat entirely spoilt by being jammed
against something in the hands of a
retreating student, the contact with
which litis resulted in a permanent pea-
green color. I at length succeeded in
capturing a small saucer half filled
with empty almond bulls and the stems
of raisins.
1 noticed one young gentleman in a
emote corner of the room, leaning
against a pillar with his arms across
his breast, dressed within an inch of
his life, anil his shirt collar turned
down a la Byron, apparently totally un-
concious of the noise mid hubbub
around him. From the woe-begone
expression of his countenance, a casual
observer would have supposed that he
was a prey to some deep und corroding
grief, but perhaps he might have boon
endeavoring only to personify the hero
of some yellow covered novel, one of
the " dim, dark, mysterious sort," win
hold themselves aloof from tlio " com-
mon herd," alike disdaining their sym
putliy or aid; however that may be
sometime afterwards I observed him
making the most frantic aud hero like
efforts to penetrate a dense crowd of
students, within which a large pount
i-iike was rapidly undergoing the pro-
cess of dissection. Fora few moments 1
ist sight of him, but he soon reappear
ed, bearing iu his hand apiece of pound
ake about the size of iny foot (1 wear
N'o. ") which he was munching witl
evident satisfaction, and with the most
complacent self-contented expression
imaginable.
The wine, instead of being placed
upon the side-board in good honest
pot-bellied decanters, was handed
round in little tight-waisted, consutiq
tive looking glasses, each of wide
held about us much us an ordinary
thimble—in fact I have since understood
the ' set' wan presented to our honora-
ble Professor for a prize essay on tem-
perance, Take it nil in nil the whole
affair formed a complete contrast to the
jovial, free and easy " set to me Miss
N'uucy " sort of " fandangoes " to which
1 have been accustomed.
The weather here is intensely cold.
By the aid of a "norther" we can
sometimes get up a pretty good im-
promptu imitation of winter even in
Texas, but it does not luat. Here the
ground has been covered with snow
for the last, throe weeks, and at this
present silling is a foot deep and still
falling. 1 never gave Dr. Kane half
the credit due him for his udventftrons
trip towards the north pole, till J came
li.ii.. liut miw as I look out iijjoii the
snow
the \v
without, I can easily realize the extent
of his heroism.
In the last two weeks I have Mowed
out every one of my handkerchiefs, and
still my nose is no nearer being blowed
than it was at lirst. 1 am now making
a substitute of my last pillow case.—
How 1 long to be once more in the
Sunny South. Yours truly.
calling," and Dickev wus duly
let—called on Susy,
clad hills around und listen to
liistliug of the piercing wind
Keen Rejoindkh.—Mr. Buffuni,
of Lynn, Mass., was under cross ex-
amination by nil attorney named Lord,
who did his best to perplex and
brow-beat liiui so as to overset the
testimony he bad given against his
client.
The question was something rela-
ting to machinery, and Mr. lUiffum
lad used the word "philosophically"
in his evidence. Sir. Lord continu-
ally harped upon this phrase, and
endeavored to moke the witness ridic-
ulous iu the eyes of the jury. At
us| he inquired:
"Pray, Mr. Witness,-us you seem
to be a great philosopher, can you tell
me philosophically what the conse-
picuccH would be if the air should be
ixbausted from a hogshead ?"
"Yes, sir," replied Mr. Buffum,
the bend would liill in."
"Indeed, sir," pursued the council,
jan you tell me philosophically, why
ic head should fall iu first?"
"Yes, sir," returned Bulliini, "it is
because hogsheads are like some law
ers—their hoods are the weakest
puit."
The roar of the court room ac-
knowledged the victory of the witness
over tlio council.
Scientific Facts.—Count Rum-
ford by boring a cannon within wa-
ter, so heated it; by the friction that
he made it boil, and actually boiled
a piece of beef iu it.
One gallon of water in steam will
raise six gallons from ó(i to 211.
Four lbs. of beef looses I lb. by
boiling, I lb. ü oz by roasting, 1 lb
oz by baking. Four lbs. of mut-
ton looses 41 oz iu boiling, 1 lb 0 oz
by roasting, and I lb. 4 oz. by bak-
ing-
Lamps were used by the ancients
aud candles were an invention of the
middle ages. At fust, wicks were
made of hemp, pappyruB, and the pith
of rushes. Ox anil sheep tallow are
now preferred.
One pound of hydrogen consumes
or fixed seven and a hall pound of
oxygen, which melts üiíO pounds of
ice. One pound of wax, oil or tallow
consumes or fixed two pounds of ox-
r'gen, which melts 104 pounds of ico.
The invisible radiations from heat-
ed bodies may be acted upon by re- '
fraction of light, but they do not pass
through transparent bodies.
A volume of ice is melted by as
much heat as will raise an equal
bulk of water 140 degrees.
Dickey and Susy.—Dickey was
aoor—Susy bad a rich mother—Dick-
ey loved Susy, and vice versa—Diek-
sy wanted to marry—Susy's mother
wus " down on" that measure—Dick-
ey was forbade the premises—notes
were exchanged through a knot hole
in a high board fencc that enclosed
the yard. Ono day the old lady went
out " calling," and F"
informed of the fat
remained a little too long—the old
lady was close at hand—no chance of
escape without detection—at the in-,
stunco of Susy—Dickey popped into
the closet—old lady saw that Susy
looked confused—guested that Dickey
bad been about, but supposed of
course, he had good escape—thought
perhaps the young couple had agreed
to elope together—determined to bo
too smart for them-—accordingly shut
Susy up in the same closet where
Dicky was concealed, and guve her
a pair of quilts and a pillow, locked
her up for the night—didn't seo Dick-
ey—next morning went to the closeti
to let Susy out—
"Oh Lord!'' a scream—couldn't get
breath for a moment. Finally—
"Ahem! Dickey is that you
"Yes, ma'am."
"Dickey, you must stay to break-
fust,"
" Couldn't ma'am."
" Oil, but you must."
Dickey concludes to stay.
Breakfast table—"Dickey, I have
been thinking about you a great deal
lately."
" So I suppose, ma'am-r-very
lately."
" You aro Industrious and honest,
1 hear."
"I never brag, marra."
" Well upon tlio whole, Dickey, I
think you und Susy had better get
married."
Rhmahk-able Feat of a Mad
Doo. — The Warsaw ("Illinois) In-
quirer gives an account of a dog
belonging to Mr. James MoCoy who
went mad, aud in his travels coin-
mited the most extensive depreda-
tions :
" Before leaving his master's pre-
mises lie bit two of his horses, which
have since gone mad. He then took
a course westward, and on the War-
saw and Augusta road, and when
about three miles from his starting
point, oevertook Mr. Patchin, who
was returning from Agusta iu a wag-
on, to his home near Chili; ono of
his horses, the dog bit, and the ani-
mal has since gone mad. IIo next
overtook two strangers on horseback,
one of whom was leading a third j
these three horses the dog bit, but as
the travellers proceeded on their jour-
ney, it, is not known whether fatal ro-
solis followed or not.
At the residenceofMr. James Nutt,
lie bit one horse, which has since
gone mad. At Wigletown, ho bit
two horses (ono since mad), also two
steers (one since mad), aud twelve
hogs. Next lie bita fine mare (since
mad), for Mr. Hart. Nex he bit a
very fine horse (since mad), nlso three
bend of horses (one since mad), also
a cow and calf (both since mad).—
Next at Sylvester Crouch's he bit one
horse (since mad), and five sheep (ull
now dead). Next he went to Win.
Taighnian s, bitseveral hogs, two very
large ones, estimated at five 500
pounds each (since gone mad), aud ono
steer. At Williamson's, bit one cow
(since gone mad). Next he fell in
with old Mr. Hickman aud his son;
lie sprung ut the boy with such force
us to throw him down but did not
bite him.
A Joke at the profession.—In
the trial of Huntington, the New York
forger, his father testified that: 'his
son Churlos was prone to take things
that did not belong to him, had al-
tered his family record and would
tell untruths—giving tvvo different
stories about the sanie fact without
any motive for it* H ilntis hud do
nigncil making him o lawyer?
'Tiie Arithmetic ok Love.—After
an introduction i
4 Compliments make 1 Blush.
:j Blushes make I Tender Look,
4 Tender Looks make 1 Ramble by
moonlight.
-2 Rambles make 1 Proposal.
2 Proposals (I to Pa,) I Wedding.
A little girl about three yoars
old went to ohurch. On her return
home she was asked what the minister
said, and replied, "Oh'he went up on
a high mountain, and hurrahed fof
somebody."
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