Judge — September 29, 1883 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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When Plancus. Was Consul. hidden under the bushel « During Buchana enviable social My only daughter Nymphia was the laureatis of the Capitol. She might been mistress of the White I e, had the 3. been of a more poetically appre- nd inquiring turn of mind. Poor ! he settled down ina fit of de: sponden- what he lost by not taking advantage of the opportunities so frequently and graciously offe Ilistory now records the fact so impressed on the minds of the anxious mothers of that period, that as a bachelor President he went in disgrace out of office; he was a failure. When he heard that the hand of was sought in ma by an Italian he only sighed, “It might have been, died. On hearing of his demise, pees oul was filled with the heaven-born music. On the impulse of the moment she seized her | A mournf: melody, ever since popular asa faneral ode, was the result. Plagiarizers, by shortenin, clipping the notes, have chan propriate wedding march, so it answei either occasion. When the administration changed we a went out of office, Nymphia to s betrothed in the sunny land we read of; Syl- labub to make up the missing link in the regiment—under marching orders—to which he had been drafted, and I to follow, at a safe distance, the fortunes of war. With the first gun my light went out in darkness and Syllabub went off—a sto} on a blockade runner then in Charleston harbor. I was dead to the world, dead to myself. If I was not buried it was because Thad no relative near to perform the deli- cate office of planting my the rich soil of the cotton growing state. Years have passed since the events above political d s administration The Nymphia’s cred fire of the metre and THE JUDGE. Presidents have be ed while 1 remained ignorance of what was takin mundane sphere F quiet rest has been broken. from the chrysalis a livi nus being—in fact, lo whi ut mig ue made and in blissful place on this Y my long and I stepped forth woman, and [cried my resus: answe ked up by spirit ced with their cabinet “We other term, and we Swear that we and they placed Oahs, As T was about to place my hand upon it, a voice, as from the mighty deep, cried: Hold! To the eyclones, the earthquakes and the great convulsions of nature you owe your awakening; then swear not fal . paste pots and hed you up for require ‘your aflidavi I the job neatly and well, a book before me. It was a voice behind m “The stirring political events of the coming cam- paign have aroused you, as they will other m the chaotic state in which they have fallen, and they will come forth strong in the cause of truth and justice, and give not only their voice but their votes to th n= didates who may be trusted to right the wrongs unde: r which this country has so long suffere I turned and beheld the hero of Tewks- bury—the veritable Governor himself. He shook me warmly by the hand and congratulated me on my return to conscious- nes While wo were talking, Nymphia appeared. remed to have improved her. She was k costume, no ways unb uty. I saw the and thought to stop the flirtation’ in its in- fancy by asking for her husband, the prince. Bat the Governor looked lovingly at her ne answered my inquiry in her poetical “0, where i ‘The title my husband, the prince, yi sunds good, but, dear mother, you see -| ning part op’s eyes at her | | He was not to be Hlis talk about ¢ und beloved Ttaly. courts was tally; For all that I got was the prints of his foot And then stepping down from the muse’s | heights to common-place existence, she con- | tinted: IT have returned to you a changed woman. My journey to the sunny Jad not been fruuitles will establish a sch this very city. us Llive in the le od | of wsthetic art herein ery woman shall become Don’t you approve, “Will it be likely to change the p | political aspeet of the country Nymphin only for th bi work for your | advancemer i young lady will | that wond and plain from the catalogue je dat Nymphia paused for breath and I took up the thread Mr her discourse, for I saw the jovernor was already fired with enthusiasm. + Yes, dear child; even your pa’s pants shall be repaired with the Kensington stitch, It will not only effectually hide the rents, but pupil of Kens common-stitching orth be dropped + With a bunch of daisies to ornament the ffa and 4 largo peony on the back of his coat, he will an admirable walkir vertisement for the institution,” phia. Admirable A capital idea,” imed in the Governor. ** In asuit like that acrowd will follow him on the he might stop and make a polit in my favor on every corner—carry all be e may I only know fe but missed every tim As I ceased speaking, the object of my solicitude was heard in the distant attic, and the Governor retired. vilabub is not the worst man in the uni- s his peculiarities. Though he rises early and retires late, he has never caught the worm we read of—says he objects on principle, as it would be taking business v from the sparrows. The only thing he ever caught of conse- | quence was a severe cold. which hangs on | him still, and sets the whole neighborhood in an uproar. In fact we have had to move | him to the fourth floor, whe Jready lost a set of teeth—crown, filling and all—a | ten dollar wig, the buttons off his soldier » to his pants, by sneezing out of the attic wint I have notified him to retire, | phia may put in the Kensington repairs without delay, the Governor will be here anon to perfect plans for the coming politi- cal campaign, and it is particularly neces- sary that the whole Syllabub family should not only be present but work in union. “that Nym- | Marre Esciennac says: “Man is the master of the house, but woman alone should rule at home.” Marie seemed to coincide with the prevailing principle, but she did | not appear to be posted on the existing state of affairs, It is a wonder there is any truthfulness in the world when mankind begins life by lying \ in the cradle. comicbooks.com