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Itt. BURKE, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR.
SE&TJH, GUADALUPE COUNTY, APRIL 15, 1854.
VOLUME I—NUMBER XXX
HOW TO START ▲ 430AL COMPANY,
[rsoi TB* V« iT TII18.]
"Why, it aalucky as a lottery."
! " Lattery! Tes, indeed, and a devilish deal
4 ♦
The first of these observations came from Mr.
Primroee, and the latter from Mr. Gull-
iver Giant, aa the two sat in the little ante-room
to the magnificent mansion of the
avenue, discussing some cold
and a bottle of Madeira.
Primrose and Mr. Grant, six years
had been fellow clerks in a Vermont
country store. Primrose stock to the calicoes,
molsHHft, and snnff, of the village business, while
Grunt got asrtitious, and came to XtwYotk for
He had found it, too, if
of his llfl—wfftic life about h""
t; and Primrose felt that it was
sot as he Mk deeper into one of King's patent
chairs, surveyed the bijouterie of furniture
abfcut, and felt the delicious and high-priced
Madeira warm his palate and loquacity.
"A deal more respectable!" continued Mr.
Grant, aa he took aaotheraaMck at the bottle,
ondgutheredupthe conversation at its dropping
point 1"And do you wsnt to know how it
i done?" t-
," asid the other; "I always was a
"And always wffl be * thought Guffiver to
hhMelC rather disdainfully, of his friend, bat
reptjisg, " III tell you all about it."
And the two filled again, and drew their
r, exaet!y as we have seen a brace
a Story was under way in a
t T
- of Virginia coal, mfles
f, aad deep, deep into the virgin
earth."
started, looked amaze-
it tai another glass of Ma-
deira. His host continued: *
" Ton remember oar partiag on the old vill-
age bridge. Egad, I left Vermont with three
1oUars and twenty-five cents in my pocket, aad
^ had ten left when I walked first iato Wall
street, two days after. Lackfly, I found a
•rt place to one of the banks almost' imme-
diately; plenty of exercise, yon know, and a
devilish deal of ham an nature to stumble upon
every day, I can tell you. I served all the
bóflt notices. U>ash me, if, In one month's
' tisse, I didn't see enough of the credit, note,
and kite-flying system, to open my eyes thor-
to who was who) I made some good
also. One fellow I was always
payiag my «aspects to. How he got credit, I
don't know; but he was qstemntk; made all
his netfes payable at ear bank, and had one due
almost every é$j. ! Here's a health to him!
him, for he's got queer notions, and bow ¿ves in
a most beautiful viQa on the beoks ef the Arno,
enjoying' his dolce far uiente—nll out of coal,
toO, my dear boy."
i indeed, to the
Arn<v could he
to me* continued Mr.
fine íbBow, yon
feteh me any more of these
vintiug cards of
I'm goin' to bust; I'm
I shall be protested, any hew,
,1 dull protest against;* (it
your heart good to have heard
care tone *kh which he attend
* aad these bills of souvenirs from
me: but 111 tqll
to do. I have found oat
stsrt a company
id yon have a
the, debtors, aad serving
Fact is, Gulliver Grant, you "toe
which, of
nshacp
crisd Primrose, in
lM8o you are, Gaily!"
[adeinfcal enthusiasm; Hyou are, indeed; and
your dWlyfarnanty friend on the Arno, whoever
i he was, said very trae."
, as if flattered by his friend's
"'What do you meanf said I to him. ?'A
s? TWhere? ?and who's to be the
off Cor it, so far as I'm concerned?
4 Why, I'm going to get ap a company,' said he,
'and I want your help. Ill be the president,
aad you shall be the secretary. The company
will be hi Virginia, near where the mine is, you
know/ aad he wiaked, curiously, at aw.
"It's a leag story to goovy the prelimin-
aries; but I went, one right, up to his rooms in
the YJaien Place Hotel,—where he had been
sssigiug to live, for months, without payiag in
any thing máfc thaa promises,—and settled them
to eur sattahrfion. Whilst I still held on to my
in the beak, I had some time to go
and order priafcd some scrip and stock
certificates, like the forms be gave me. He
I a saite of room just oat of Wall street,
< at least five hundred dollars' worth
of chairs, eerpetiag, desks, etc., for their furn-
iture. Ton amy see the room, now, Primrose,
by fsiaf to *■ steeet. It's just exactly ss
we U* It four years ego—only a litUe faded. A
feed mÜfng eompeny have the rooms now."
*"Bat whmrm'mrmr company?" asked Prim-
1 By his direction, too, I ordered a brace of
signs. We called the company 'The Kanna-
bubble Native Ore and Coal Company, of Rod-
die River.' !My eyes! how the painter
smacked his lips, as he painted the sign! He
was all on fire when I told him I should give
him a share as soon as we got a-going. The
books, that we ordered from Root and Anthony,
were of the biggest kind; of glazed paper, gilt
calf binding. There was the cash book, the
transfer book, with printed certificates, the bill
book, the mining book, the returns book, the
share book, the dividend book, and a half-dozen
others beside. You may well believe it, Prim-
rose, that when I looked about the office, and
saw the carpets, and rich furniture, and all those
expensive books, I trembled in my shoes, be-
cause I had become half responsible for them.
My leader, however, seemed to say, and to
believe, that it was all right, and rather soothed
my fears. Then there were over a dozen reams
of maps, splendidly lithogytpbed upon thin
paper. IHere is one of them, now!" and Mr.
Grant, opening a drawer near his hand, pulled
out a small map, and opened it before his friend.
"See here: here Is Kannabubble county, in
Virginia; here is Roddle River, running from
west to east, like the back-bone of a laughing
hyena; here are the ears of such an animal, and
here its month. Where you see the crosses, are,
or rather were, the coal mines; the zig-zag lines
indicate a projected railroad. I dare say there
are few of these maps in existence. A perfect
cuijosity, Teh, Primrose?"
"Beautifully done; and very graphic," re-
turned the other, bending over it in the same
reverent admiration with which .he had pre-
viously bowed at the reference to the friend who
bed conceived the magnificent scheme that was,
undoubtedly, his most agreeable reminiscence on
the banks of the Arno.
"The day'came for starting the company.
My glorious preceptor and I had waited together
upon the bank cashier, aad tendered my resigna-
tion. The worthy official stared for a moment,
but then congratulated me, as then was given to
him, from the voluble lips of the president of
tiie ' Kannabubble Native Ore and Coal Com-
pany,' intelligence of the board of directors
having appointed his runner secretary. We had
next gone into Virginia to see the mine; for it
Was important thnt we should know where the
land lay. Sure enough, there was the Roddle
River, and there were the coal fields,—at least,
a geologist hadsaid so,—but thick woods skirted
them: the river was never navigable; and where
the railroad should have run, was a very pretty
strip of swamp. The late owner, who had given
a deed of his title to three thousand three hun-
dred square acres to us, or rather the company,
was with us ss we walked along. I His title!
Egad, it would nt bear searching into, as the
county prothonotary, or clerk, told us, with a
leer, as it was preseated for record. Well,
the day for opening the company came, as I
stilted. The books were' spread out; the desks
were covered with maps and prospectases, dhd
books of by-laws: two immense lumps of coal,
which had "been purchased from a canal boat,
at á Jersey (Sty wharf, and carted over to
street/stood either side of the mantel-price,
which was siso filled with smaller pieces. Every
thing looked beautiful. I quite trembled with
excitement, as I took a private pull of port wine
from «pocket-flask, and looked around.
" In the course of the morning, a dozen of my
prmeipal's friends, from Wall steeet, had dropped
in to tsp the coal, listen to wonderful accounts
of th. richness of ft. ore, etc., «d take ...y i «"'V' P™"*1
Ail* IrnAar «+ ear mat All nrKnn
''Ifceearfaf totfcat presently; do n't antic-
ipa t#-, if fin pira##," said hi* ^ompsui'*!
AO of us waxed right important, as we
talked of the brilliant destinies which awaited
the mine.
" 4 Brilliant! d d brilliant!' said I, as
three o'clock came, and no money in. And now
I think of it, my friend clapped me on the
shoulder, and cried, ' Nothing could be better!"
? " But where was any money to come from?"
said Primrose, upon whose Vermont sensibility,
for the first time, began to dawn some idea of a
diddle. " There was no company, no coal, no
stock. ! Bless me, if I see' exactly what you
are driving at!"
" Do n't anticipate, Primrose," answered Gull-
iver Grunt, with a deprecatory wave of the
hendí ''I'm coding to the sequel very fast.
My fritnd said, ' Bobby Tick was in here, and
looked well when I promised him ten per cent,
for sales of our stock, aq a great favor to out-
siders.' And my friend was right; for, at twelve
the next morning,—our second day,—in he came
with a stranger. ' Mr. Forsyth,' said he,—that
was my principal's name,—IH have to tell yen;
but mum's the word hereafter, and all about
this, my own story, as well," said Mr. Gulliver
Grant.
Primrose sipped, laid his hand on his heart,
and bowed assent.
Mr. Forsyth,' said Bobby Tick, the broker,
' I have brought a friend here, who wants to buy
some coal stock. ? I* there any in market ?'
" Forsyth turned to the big blank book, about
the middle, and held it up so that ' share book'
could be seen, in large letter*, on the back, and,
surveying it* blank pages for a moment, «hook
bis head slowly.
"'Oh dear! what a pity!' said Bobby Tick
to the stranger, while I wrote, busily and
thoughtfully, with an inkles* pen, upon a hia.uk
page of the transfer book. ' Yes, a great pity,'
continued Bobby Tick? 'for this U the only coal
'•ompnrtn that ! should adyi*e yon ♦ >
The stranger struck his cane on the floor,
and said, ' Well, what can't be, can't be. I '11
go back again to bonds and mortgages.'
I" ' Bonds and mortgages! ! bonds and mort-
gages!' cried Forsyth. 'Seven percent, and
half-yearly payments! !What an ante-diluvian
idea! Go into gas, copper, zinc, insurance
scrip, Pavonia lots,—any thing which brings ten
to twenty per cent.,—rather than bonds and
mortgages, and seven per cent.!'
"' So I've told him,' put in Bobby Tick,
•' but it's no use. By-the-way, let me introduce
him: this is Mr. Gabriel Grub, of Long Island,
a retired farmer.'
And Mr. Grub, and all of us, shook hands
around.
" ' Time is money,' cried Grub, turning to go.
'I'll think of it.'
?"' What is Forsyth after?' thought I, to
myself, as the old farmer laid his hand on the
door.
" The former, however, just as the old fellow
was closing the door, started up and cried out,
! 'Wait a minute! Rather,' said he to the cred-
ulous Grub, ' than waste your life upon bonds
and mortgages, at seven per cent., I '11 sell you
some of my own personal sto<;k. I may pick up
enough from Bome of the stockholders, hereafter,
to make me square.'
"The old fellow's face brightened; so did
Bobby Tick's, as he thought of his ten per cent,
commissions.
" Not to waste words, the sale of one hundred
shares, at fifty dollars a share, was soon made,
and Bobby Tick's check given for five thoosand
dollars. The check represented the proceeds of
a small Cam that Gabriel Grub had foreclosed
on a mortgage. Forsyth scratched off one of
the blank transfer certificates,—as beautiful a
specimen of engraving as I have ever seen,—and
handed it to the broker, and the two left our
office.
" Forsyth clapped his hands. ' Damme!' said
he, 'this looks serious!' Ah! Primrose^, I was
then jolly green. My scruples vanished, as we
immediately paid off all demands for the office,
Bobby Tick's per centage, and had some four
thousand dollars left, whieh we immediately
deposited in my old bank, to the credit of yonr
humble sérvant, as secretary of the company.
! Oh! what a dinner we had at Delmonfeo's that
'."WHY, BLESS HER, LET HER GO!"
Some time ago, I fell in love
With pretty Mary Jane,
And I did hope that, by-and-by,
She ?d love me back again.
Alas! my hopee, a-dawning bright,
Were all at once made dim;
She saw a chap,—I do n!t know where,— v
And fell in love with him.
Next time I went, (now, how it was,
I do n't pretend to say,)
But when my chair moved up to here,
Why, hers would move away.
Before, I always got a kiss,
(I own, with some small fuss,)
But now, forsooth, for love or fun,
Miss HO-come-at-a-buM.
Well,4hcre we sat: and when we spoke,
Our conversation dwelt
On every thing beneath the sun
Except what most we felt;
Enjoying this delightful mood,
Who then should step in
But he, of all the world whom I
Had rather sec than him.
And he could sit down by her side;
And she could,—all the while
He pressed her hand within his own.- -
Upon him sweetly smile; .
And she ceuld pluck a rose for him,
So fresh, and bright, and red,
And gave me one which, hours before,
Was shrunk, and pale, and dead.
And she conld freely, gladly, sing
The song be did request:
The ones I asked were just the ones
She always did detest.
I rose, to leave: ? She'd be so glad
To have me longer stay *
No doubt of it! No doubt they wept
To see me go away!
I asi me down; I thought profound;
This maxim, wise, I drew:
'T is easier for to like a girl,
Than make a girl like you.
But, after all, I don't believe
My heart will break with woe;
If she's a mind to love " the chap,"
! Why, bless her, let her go!
COURTSHIP WITH THE ELDER ADAMS.
Some ten years since, I spent a college vaca-
tion in the town of Weymouth, Norfolk county,
Massachusetts. While there I attended church
qpe Sunday morning, at what was called the old
Weymouth Meeting House, and heard a sermon
, . . . AV . . .., T from the venerable Reverend Jacob Norton,
day—Tick into the bargain with us. In oueJ ^
hour, he told me all about the financial dodges
of Wall street, and made me a graduate of t^e
exchange immediately.
" The next day, a friend of Bobby's was taken
into confidence, and the latter was to offer the
stock at the board, while the former took at
fifty-one quotation. Soon, others were received
with confidence, and, among them, in a few.
weeks, the stock went up to seventy-five. We
sold over three thousand shares at that figure.
With this we declared a dividend, at the end of
three months, (quarterly,) of five per cent., to
be paid in new stock to holders. We purchased,
through third parties, plenty of Virginia coal,
and had it shipped on. This was distributed
among dealers, who advertised it as the Kanna-
bubble Ore and Coal Company product. We
got into favor; the stock went up to eighty; we
sold more; and then I and Forsyth retired."
!" The devil!" cried Primrose, who had been
gradually growing, straiter and straiter in his
chair.
. "You may well say, the devil!" answered
Gulliver Grant, "for he undeniably helpedns."
? " But what became of the company?"
Aye! there's the rub: the worthy Gabriel
dhly know it was all right when Forsyth and
myself quit. After that, a friend of Bobby
lick's became president, and the affairs began
to decline. The shares actually went down to
five dollars; at which figure Forsyth and I
bought up all we could, for the honor of the
affair, f do n't believe there's much ont now."
?"But the coal fields?—?were they never
worked in aay way?"
" Never! Tide had our deed, and could have
done what he pleased. I dare say the thing will
turn up, if what the geologist said was true!"
"Yes, indeed—lucky—more lucky than a lott-
ery!" cried Primrose, after a short pause; " but
I do n't know about it being more respectable."
"Mum — mum's the word, old boy! You
know you promised that in the beginning," said
Gulliver Grant, opening a fresh bottle of Ma-
deira.
" Oh! you never fear me."
" But, I say," continued Primrose, after a
long pause; "I dare 6ay, Gully, there's a good
many more just such swin"
e same time I paid Mr. Norton a visit, and
became much interested in the old gentleman.
I mentioned my agreeable visits to an old lady
of the parish whose acquaintance I had made.
She informed me that Mr. Norton was ordained
their pastor when he was abont twenty-one
years of age, and that he had been with them
nearly forty years. She observed that the ¿uost
of his present parishioners conld remember no
other pastor; but that she could remember his
predecessor, the Reverend Mr. Smith, and that
he and Mr. Norton had filled the same pulpit
for the beter part of the last eighty years.
" Mr. Smith," said she, " was an* excellent
man and a very fine preacher, but he had high
notions of himself and family—in other words,
he was something of an aristocrat." x
One day she told me the following anecdote
of old Parson Smith, and several other persons
of distinction.
Mr, Smith had two charming daughters.
Mary was the name of the oldest, the other
name I have forgotten. They wpre admired by
the beaux, and envied by the belles of the coun-
try round. But while the careful guardians of
the parson's family were holding consultation on
the subject it was rumored that two young law-
yers—I think both of the neighboring town of
Quincy—a Mr. Cranch and a Mr, Adaips—were
paying their addresses to the Misses Smith. As
every man, woman and child in the country par-
ish of New England, is acquainted with what-
ever occurs in the parson's family, all the cir-
cumstances of the courtship soon transpired.
Mr. Cranch was of a respectable family of
some note, was considered a° young man of
promise, and altogether worthy of the alliance
he sought. He was very acceptable to Mr.
Smith, and was treated by himself and bis
family with great respect and cordiality. He
was received by the eldest daughter as a lover,
and was in fact, a young man of great respecta-
bility. He afterwards rose to the dignity of
Judge of the Court of Common Pleas of Massa-
chusetts, and was the father of the present Judge
Cranch, of the District of Columbia.
The suitor of the#oth«r daughter was John
Adams, who afterwards became President of
the United States. But at that time, in the
opinion of Mr. Smith and family, be gave but
slender promise of the distinction to which he
afterwards arrived. His pretensions were j
scorned by all the family, excepting the young
lady to whom his addresses were specially direct-]
begged his daughter not to think of making an
alliance with one so much beneath her. Miss
Smith was among the most dutiful of daughters,
but she saw 'Mr. Adams through a medium very
different from that in which her father viewed
him. She would not for the world offend or
disobey her father; but still John saw something
in her eye and manner, which seemed to say,
" Persevere!" and on that hint he acted.
Mr. Smith, like a good parson and an affec-
tionate ft.tber, had told his daughters, that if
they married with his approbation, he would
preach each of them a sermon on the Sabbath
after the joyful occasion: and that they should
havti the privilege of choosing the text. The
espousal of the eldest daughter, Mary, arrived,
and she was united to Mr. Cranch in the holy
bonds, with the approval, the blessings and the
benedictions of her parents and her friends.
Mr. Smith then said. " My dutiful child, I am
now ready to prepare your sermon for next Snn-
da/. What do you select for your text?"
" My dear father," said Mary, " I have se-
lected the latter part of the forty second verse
of Luke—' Mary has chosen the good part that
shall not be taken from her.'"
" Very good, my daughter," said he, and so
the sermon was preached.
Mr. Adams persevered in his suit, in defiance
of all opposition. It was many years after, and
on a very different opposition, that he uttered
these memorable words. Sink or swim, live or
die, survive or perish, I give my heart and hand
to this measure." But though the measures
were different, the spirit was the same. Besides,
be bad carried the main point of attack—tlfe
heart of the young lady—and he knew the sur-
render of the citadel must soon follow. After
the usual hesitation and delay thai? attend such
an unpleasant affair, Mr. Smith, seeing that
resistance was fruitless, yielded the contested
point with reluctance, as many a prudent father
has done before and since that time, and Mr.
Adams was united to the lovely Miss Smith.
After the marriage was over, and all things
were settled in quiet, Mrs. Adams remarked to
her father, " You preached sister Mary a sermon
on the occasion of her marriage. Won't you
preach me one likewise?"
" Yes, niy dear girl," said Mr. Smith, " choose
your text, you shall lufre your sermon."
"Well," said the daughter," I have chosen
the thirty-third verse of the eleventh chapter
of Luke—'For John came,- neither eating
bread nor drinking wine; and ye say be hath a
devil."'
The old lady, my informant, looked me very
archly it the face when she repeated this pass-
age, and observed:
."IfMary was the'most dutiful daughter, I
guess the other bad the most wit." I could not
ascertain whether the^ last sermon was ever
preached.
It may not be inappropriate to remark, how
well these ladies justified the preference of the
distinguished individuals who had sought them
in marriage. Of them, it will hardly be extrav-
agant to say, they were respectively an honor to
their husbands, the boast of their sex, and the
pride of New England.
Mrs. Adams, in particular, who—from t|ie
elevated position in which her husband was
placed before the public eye—was supposed to
hold the same elevated rank with the gentle sex
that Mr. Adams did among men; and she is
reported to have rendered her husband ntudh
assistance in his multiplied labors of the pen.—
[Cincinnati Chronicle.
Sheep.—There can be no doubt that in n very
few years sheep raising will be more extensively
prosecuted in Texas than in any other State in
the Union. The flocks in the State are rapidly
multiplying, and it is found that the per centage
of increase is immense. The general plan thus
far has been to procure, for economy's sake, a
large number of Mexican ewes, and <
with fine-blooded bucks, this plan is I
well. Sheep are generally remarkably
in the State; occasional exceptions have occurred,
but they are almost invariably accounted for by
some avoidable circumstance.
In one point experience has proven that the
country generally labored under an erroneous
opinion on this subject, namely, that sheep would
not prosper on the coast. Sueh was ear own
belief some years ago; but repeated tríala have
shown the contrary to be the eaae. They do
thrive well On the peninsula* tfce Maud, st
Sand Point, Green Lake and elsewhere inikis
county, large flocks have been kept and
to lie remarkably healthy, and to
rapidly. Then, it may be said, all of Taxaa ia
a sheep-growing country. It 1
the finest wool can be'produced all
State, and hence it is plain that that branch
of husbandry mast soon become of immense «nine
to us. Sheep will prosper es well or better
after the grasses bare become too limited fa-
cattle. They flourish on short gram and herbage,
and the greatest difficulty now met with ib that
the grass in many places is too luxuriant and
rich for them, by which tyey became tee fat.
This will become less and leas the ease aa the
country settles and is pastured bf
bones.—[Indianola Bulletin.
In 1T9Q, the author of the pamphlets entitled
" Common Sense," [Thomas Paine,] thus wrote
in one of his letters to the immortal Washing-
ton. And well might thnt great and good man
commend the patriotic fervor of the writer's
stirring essays, as "a powerful agent in effecting
and sustaining our infant liberties:"
"A thousand years hence America may be
what England now is. The innocence of her
character, that won the hearts of all nations in
her favor, may sound like a romance, and her
inimitable virtue as if it had never been.
"The ruins of that liberty, which thousands
bled to obtain, mav furnish materials for a vill-
9 J •
age tale, or extort a sigh from rustic sensibility;
while the fashionables of that day, enveloped in
luxury and dissipation, shall deride the principle
or deny the fact.
" When we contemplate the fate of empires,
and the extinction of the nations of the ancient
world, we see but little more to excite our regret
than the mouldering ruins of pompous palacee,
magnificent monuments, lofty pyramids, and
walls and towers of the most costly workman-
ship.
" But wheu the empire of America shall fall,
the subject for comtemplative sorrow will be
Making Evxpv Boor Happy.—Mayor i
of Boston, in answer to a <
from some of bis constituents, a few
announced his intention to " make every
comfortable." The mayor is yet n novice, evi-
dently, or he would hardly promise ee:
we fear,the issue will be muck es
with a certain Yombo, " down souf."
" nigs" camped down on the cabin floor, With
their feet toward the fire, at
occupant, who wished to
comfable," and who Himself
group. Before long, Yombo
himself, and seeing a number of 1
to the embers, ejaculated,
" Phew—ow! what dat smell so?
heel burning!"
Reciving no answer, he
soon springing up-ngain said to his
"You Jakel dat yonr heel?
a burning, shuah!"
Jake denying the scorch, a general i
tion followed, when Yombo in
over his heel, peeled off quite á sheet ef'
ling," and examined, v 3 '
"Bress de Lord! arter dls, ebery nig jook
arterhesef! Dis ole darkey ainta gwine onak Jm
own shins any more-~-make odder folks comfahts,
shuah!"
Latís and Greek.—It is a mistake to wtf
that nothing but the dead
when a boy' learns Latin and
he learns in addition tq
even in the effort to ]
of reasoning, exercised at the <
memory is disciplined; end so impossible is it té
substitute a different system of
that which the experience of many
approved, that wn have
educated man who did not exhibit,
original powers of his mind,
just reasoning. wiit he knows he
ates, and makes no allowance at all in his <
lations for the possibility of his
of any thing, and the effect is, thpt
he is right, the conclusions to which hefc*
come exist in his mind as
clnde any farther examination of
as he has made up his mind upon, us it is
and, producing little influence on ¿there, ia
rather than assist tbe progress of truth.
these faults, Southey's own mind
altogether free, and we think so far from the
Latin and Greek which be read at school doing
him any harm, the grea£ misfortune of Ml life
was that he neglectcd such learning.—[British
Review.
The following superstition in regard to n sing
nlar tree is taken from tbe interesting neeeunt
which M. Hue, tbe French missionary, has gtvea
of bis wanderings with It Gabet through Chinu,
Tartary, and Thibet, fie states that a wonder-
ful tree exists on tbe north-western frontier of
China, which the Buddhists assert to
grown from tbe hair of a reformer
who lived in the fifteenth century. It is
the "Tree of the Ten Thousand
"Ahem!" said Grant, abstractedly — ?"jnst
such lucky companies in Wall street, and the
vicinity? ! Should n't wonder!—should nt won-
der! Wall street still remembers me, and Bobby j we u a ^a\ ¡
Tick is there yet to leaven the lump. Take Mr, Smith showed m , ti , , d'" infinitely irreater than crmnblmg bra¿s or marble ' according to tbe inhabitants,
another glass; and ! here's to the 'Kannabubble h t vT f Tv" !°hl ^ ^ 0311 insPire- U wiU not lben ** 8aid' 'Here jnlous in its origin, but is still
Native Ore and Coal Company, of Roddie | ^ h^'alltie8 °f tbe ^ a"d rt i stood a temple of vast aiaiquity-here ro« a nature; bearing apon every leaf, and all ever ffe
Hiver" j is reported that his horse was doomed to share ^aVjle of inevitable height, or there a palace of, trunk, character* in the «acred Isaguegs ef
j with his master the neglect and mortification to hQluptuoaB extravagant:' but bere—ah, painful Thi et--hararters naturally formed.
In the New York Independent we find the which he was subject, for he was seen frequently thauirht!_the noblest work of human wisdom, 'and M. Gabet saw this tree.
following from a mother: ' shivering in the cold, and gnawing the post at lbe rr&adett of haman glory, tbe fair cause " We examined every thing,
had with j the parson's door, of long winter evenings. In of Freedom, rose and fell!" ' j " with the closest attention, in order to
it was report-^ that the parson had inti- xhe heart of the man that wrote this passage some trace of trickery, but we
M. Hue
a mother:
?" But did I tell you what a time
short,
rny little Joe?"
?" No, what is it?" I mated to him that his visits were unacceptable, W|U fa„ arid ^ of tnie patriotism, be- i ing of tbe sort. The eharaetere ell
" Why, I was showing him the picture of the and that he would confer a favor by discontinn- «jewed his eyes us to be portions of the leaf itadf tquiij
martyrs thrown to the lions; aud was talking ! ing them He told his daughter that John '. its veins aiid
very solemnly to him, trying to make him feel Adams was unworthy of her—that his father A rough Kentuckian, hearing a child squall
in.
what a terrible thing it was.
"'Ma!' said he, all at once,' 'Oh ma! just
look at that poor little lion v/ay behind t|n-r< li<-
wo n't •/<■* an**'''
was an honest man and tradesman, who had
tried to initiate John in the arts of husbandry
and i-hoe-niakin}.', but without success; and that
: ■* 1 •?i t,i Vj-io to '-'AV't* n> u ¡s*t r* or* H'
very loud and furiously, remarked, Round is the boner ef'
" How wieked that small sample of mankind \ aad a mixture of falsehood is Vhe alloy leg*M
is swearing now, in the infantile Vernacular.' and «ilver, which may nuke the work belter
"'Whs* «"ill it do wheo it is edvVe.JV bu* emba *'h I* - IUr
f
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