I heerd a child, across the way, singin,—
“I’d like to be a angel,
And with the angels stand.”
I woodn’t, thought I. I woodn’t trade places with an angel, even up. A Offis with but little to do, with four grocerys within a stone’s throw, is ez much happiness ez my bilers will stand without bustin. A angel 4sooth!
Petroleum V. Nasby, P.M.
(wich is Postmaster.)
XXIX.
The Convocation of Hungry Souls at Philadelphia.—A Description of that Memorable Occasion by One who had been Provided for.
Post Offis, Confedrit × Roads
(wich is in the Stait uv Kentucky),
August 14, 1866.
Peace is into me. I hev spent many happy periods in the course uv a eventful life; but I never knowd what perfeck satisfaction wuz till now. The first week I wuz married to my Looizer Jane it wuz hevenly; for, independent uv the other blisses incident to the married state, I beleeved that she wuz the undivided possessor uv a farm, or ruther her father wuz, wich, on the old man’s decease, wood be hern, and the prospeck uv a lifetime with a amiable, well-built woman, with a farm big enough to support me, with prudence on her part, wuz bliss itself; and I enjoyed it with a degree uv muchness rarely ekaled, until I found out that it wuz kivered more deeply with mortgages than it wuz ever likely to be with crops, and my dreem uv happiness busted. Sweet ez wuz this week, it wuz misery condensed when compared to the season I hev jest passed through.