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who was lately a member of this branch of the Legislature, is dead, and he died yesterday in the forenoon. He had the brown-creaters, (bronchitis was meant,) and was an uncommon individual. His character was good up to the time of his death, and he never lost his woice. He was fifty-six year old, and was taken sick before he died at his boarding house, where board can be had at a dollar and seventy-five cents a week, washing and lights included. He was an ingenus creetur, and in the early part of his life had a father and mother. He was an officer in our State militia since the last war, and was brave and polite: and his uncle, Timothy Higgins, belonged to the Revolutionary war, and was commissioned as lieutenant by General Washington, first President and commander-in-chief of the army
and navy of the United States, who died at Mount Vernon, deeply lamented by a large circle of friends, on the 14th of December, 1799, or thereabout, and was buried soon after his death, with military honors, and several guns were bu'st in firing salutes.
Sir! Mr. Speaker: General Washington presided over the great continental Sanhedrim and political meeting that formed our constitution : and he was indeed a first-rate good
He was first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen : and, though he was in favor of the United States' Bank, he was a friend of edication: and from what he said in his farewell address, I have no doubt he would have voted for the tariff of 1846, if he had been alive, and had n't ha' died some time beforehand. His death was considered, at the time, as rather premature, on account of its being brought on by a very hard cold.
“ Now, Mr. Speaker, such being the character of General Washington, I motion that we wear crape around the left arm of this Legislature, and adjourn until to-morrow morning, as an emblem
our respects for the memory of S. Higgins, who is dead, and died of the brown-creaters yesterday in the forenoon !"
THE MONSTER OF MANY NAMES.-ANON.
Charles. I have heard it said, William, that our language is, of all others, the most difficult for foreigners to learn.
Can you account for it?
William. I cannot, indeed, unless it is because there are so many words which signify the same thing. For instance, when a fellow feels a little out of sorts, and thinks it is because he is dry, he goes to the store and calls for his “bitters," "black strap," "sling," "four o'clock," &c.; the liquor-sellers all understand him,—he wants some strong drink.
C. You are right; but the terms you mention are rather out of date, I believe. They have got an entire new list of names for that thing now-a-days. But this only increases the difficulty I referred to.
W. Yes; and some of them are very appropriate.
W. Samson! I suppose that's because it's so strong; is it not ?
C. Yes; but that is not the only reason. Samson, you know, deceived the people about his strength, and it was a long while before they found out where it lay. Besides this, Samson was a great man-slayer; but where Samson slew his thousands, strong drink has slain its tens of thousands.
W. I have heard of a certain Quaker who called it Pharaoh ; for I perceive, said he, it will not let the people go.
C. You remind me of a sailor I saw the other day. Jack was already“ half seas over," when he went into Smith's and called for an ounce of old tangle-legs. Thinks I,–What is that? So I kept my eye on the scales; but Smith understood him; so he gave him a glass, you see, and off he went. But, dear me, I guess it was tangle-legs! First he went this way, and then that, zigzag, like a Virginia fence, till his legs got into a complete tangle, and down he went.
W. You see old Pharaoh had got hold of him, and by tangling his legs he wouldn't let him go. But that's not the
worst of it; go home with that fellow, if he's got any, and you 'll find everything else in a tangle. I guess you don't catch me in that snarl.
C. They say the travelling community call it oats. Is that true?
W. Oats ! what, for men ? I guess they wet them, then.
C. Why, I know of a store that's got no other sign but “ Oats for horses." But mind you, they don't mean fourlegged horses; for everybody knows that they are not very partial to oats from the wine measure.
W. Ah, I know what store you mean. I was down there the other day, and saw this all acted out. A young sort of a buck came driving up, all of a lather, jumped out of his gig, and said he must have some oats to help him over the hill. The old mare--she called, too. But he replied, “ Hold your tongue, there; there's nothing here for you; it is my turn,
So I watched him; and, thinks I, I guess you 'll not go any faster for such oats as these. But I was mistaken. Crack went the whip, and away flew the poor creature, over hill and dale, like a sheet of lightning.
C. Well, William, so much for the oats; now, did you ever hear this thing called pig?
W. Pig! pig! I have heard of the striped pig affair, out there at old Dedham. But I guess they little thought, when they made choice of that word, how appropriate it was; for this liquor business, you know, is rather a swinish concern throughout.
C. I ask your pardon. Who ever heard of a drunken hog? I am inclined to believe it a base imposition on the pig community. What do
think? W. Well, I guess they think something so, for, when uncle Jim went out to feed his hogs last night, he undertook to clean the trough a little, you know; but he lost his balance, (his legs being a little tangled about this time of day,) and over he went, without ceremony, into madame Piggy's dining-room. To excuse his rudeness, he exclaimed, “ Don't you be concerned; I am as good as the best of you.” To which the whole family replied, "Doubted ! doubted !" and away they scampered.
C. To conclude, William, did you ever hear this thing called hard-ware?
W. Hard-ware! Yes; and true enough it is hard, all hard, and nothing but hard. It is hard for the consumer, hard for the vender, hard for the neighborhood, town, county and State. And he that can deal in such kind of hard-ware as this must be a hard, hard customer. And if I am not mistaken, he gives every worthy person occasion to think hard of him; more especially the poor drunkard's household, where nothing is so plenty as hard looks, hard words, hard knocks, and hard, hard times.
A CRUEL LANDLORD AND A BAD TENANT.-POWER.
MILLER AND RATTLER.
Mil. Pray, sir, be covered—this room 's unfurnished, and has a cold air.
Rat. You 're right, sir-I 'll oblige you. You must know I'm rather singular in my ideas of furnishing.
Mil. Like to have enough, I dare say, sir ?
Rat. (Aside.) Just enough, and none to spare. You 're right, sir, I do like enough, indeed, more than enough for my own wants.
Mil. I understand, sir-you have the good fortune to be a married man.
Rat. No, sir-I have the good fortune not to be a married man.
Mil. Exactly so : this is a charming location for a bachelor -small room to the left, quite large enough to sleep in.
Rat. Can't sleep in a small room-when I'm abed, I require air. Mil. I see. Well, if your bed doesn't take much
Rat. It does not, I assure you. But the rent, sir ? there 's the rub.
Mil. Well, sir, since you 're single-for I object to children
Rat. I don't wonder at it, if they always cry as loud as when I came up stairs : I heard sixteen shrill trebles screaming a full chorus. But for the second and last time the rent?
Mil. Dear me, sir, 201. the quarter.
Rat. 201. a quarter ?-I see, that is 601. a year—the lodging's mine, say no more, there's my hat.
Mil. I beg pardon, but you've made a slight mistake in addition-201. per quarter is 80l. per annum.
- Rat. Then I take down my hat, Miller ; but stay-after all, what's the odds ?
Mil. Only 201. a-year : it will make very little difference to a man like you at the year's end, I dare
sir. Rat. Well, that 's true : as you say, it will make mighty little difference to me at the year's end, so I'll let my since it is hung up.
Mil. I could have let it to a foreign ambassador, who has taken the floor above, but I'd rather take less money from a countryman.
Rat. A what! are you an Irishman ?
Rat. Nothing-I never saw a face I more admired to look upon--a natural curiosity! An open brow, clear, hazel eye, an up look, liberal lip, round dimpled chin, and a head set on and shaped like Antinous.
Mil. (Aside.) 401. over-dear-ha! ha!—What .name
Rat. Who, me ?-oh, name ?-Rattler-Rattler-Morgan Rattler.
Mil. M. Rattler, Esq.; and where can I call for the refer
Rat. Ob, ay! I see- -the reference! to be sure next door