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It is finished — my school-boy days are passed — And I am at last launched upon Life's great sea. I cannot realize it, that I, who have been going to school for nineteen years, am at last free. The idea is unsupportable, of working for oneself after being worked for so long. But "Every dog has his day", and I am not exempt from the common lot.
After easing myself of my "o'er burthened soul" with the above
"lofty" sentiments, I now come down
again. I have already prepared a home for myself in the shape of a snug little
schoolhouse in o. 4 West End
I went to my ball the other night and enjoyed myself
exceedingly, and strange to say I did not dance. No, not once; for hers" that I sat and gazed the
live long time. Wherever she sat down, I sat down opposite and feasted my eyes.
And when she danced Oh! ye powers what a resemblance to the fairy like movements
of —. I stood as one entranced. I spent the whole night thus. The
name of the ball-room belle was Miss
Almost every student has left the
"A quiet now reigns all around".
It seems more like the "deserted village" of Goldsmith memory, than a living, breathing, inhabited town. The very villagers themselves look lonely and sad. The dogs even slink around the corners and howl for their masters, who have cruelly left them here to be killed with "ennui."
I cannot help contrasting this place with a nice, sweet little place away down
among the pine clad regions of Old
There is one bright spot in
But "away with melancholy." We had a wedding in town the other
night — Thursday night the night of the ball. Did you ever hear of
such a thing. The parties were Mr.
Can you tell me what a person must do, when he has nothing to do. I'm just in such a "fix" exactly. To be sure there are ladies here, and pretty ones too; but you know a fellow gets tired of visiting, when he is not "particularly interested" in any of those whom he visits. One of the reasons why I am writing this moment is because I'm tired of reading, smoking and looking at the rain, which is even now gently falling and sprinkling every tree with glittering gems.
I wish you would give publicity to the following notice, as information is greatly wanted up this way
Stolen, Lost, or " Miss"laid.A fine looking and quite handsome young man. About twenty two years old; generally goes by the name of Sam, although that is not is real name, that being Joel.
Said boy is about five feet nine inches high, with bushy whiskers, (at least he had them when last seen by the subscriber) as black and fierce as a Don Cossack's. He has black eyes, and an occasional twitching of the mouth.
Said boy would pass for "same" in a crowd where he was not known. It is suspected that he is lurking about
Edgecombe as he has relations there, and a particular "liking" for a particular place down there.The person who will apprehend him and make him write to his relations at home, shall pay $50 reward and "ask no questions."
"So mote it be", if they shall bring him to "
court"Given under my hand and seal this sixth day of June in the year of Our Lord eighteen hundred and fifty two.
Richard Henry Lewis (Seal).
Give my best love to all my relations, and tell Cousins old bachelors on Earth, And that I'd give worlds, and all they
contained, for one glimpse of their sprightly faces. I think it would cheer me
on my journey through life, which I have just commenced.
We are all well at home although there is a great deal of sickness around us. Three of our class couldn't speak at Commencement for that reason.
I reckon this is the last time you will hear, from