From the Massachusetts, Cataract.
beacon pickle Pickleby's Letter.
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. From the Massachusetts CATARACT


Deacon pickle PickIeby's Letter.


The following letter relates to the career of
4 Young man, born in Litchfeld, Ct, who
emgrated to the far West, pedagogued there
awhile, became lawyer next, was subse-
ouenuy Joined in the holy bands Of wed
lock with Miss Fawn Greenbrier, and
plantation and seventeen negroes, after
wardsse two sessions in the legislature,
and finally made a long stride into Congress.
When old Deacon Pickle Pickleby was ad-
yised Of this last good fortune of his hope
full son, he devoted an entire day in writing
the following letter:
To THE Hon JABEz PIcKLEBY:


DuTIFuL Son BY the blessins Of Pro-
vidence you be despotly prospored in this
world. Your poor old daddy when he was
boy, had but little skulin, but good moral
instruction was meted out to him. was
taught too train up child in the way he
should 60, and / did it, but never expect
ed to see him in the federal kongress. ia
bez, my son don't be proud and lifted up,
for there is no knowing what You may cum
tu You hav heard of Aaron Burr and
Benedict Arnold. Your mothers rumity
pains are better and have put a new fiut-
ter-wheel into the mill. Seth Phelps has
married Nabby Dodds he had to du il tu
avoid cost. There has been fine crop Of
garden sass and buck wheat this year. /
must admonish you agin temptation in the
federal city. They do tell me that it is a
Babylon Of place, and that kongrismen
never mind pains and penalties, and drink
nighon tew gallons Of fblackstrap, or sumth-
ing stronger evry day Of their lives, and 60
tu theaties and other carnalities. Dew for
mercy's sake Jabez, eschew evil company.
| bought new cal skin quieu as soon as !
heard you was married and going tu kon-
gress, for kakilated you would bring your
rich maum hum to see our folks. Your
mother has put up curtns to the square bed
in the parlor, and skuirmed ribons all around
'em. She has got tew strings of blue and
white BIRDS eggs hanging under the luking
glass, and the brass hand-irons skowered
up SO that you can see your face in 'em
When you git to Federal city, dew try to
give sumthing to the widders and orfns Of
soldiers and sailors; that fout agin the Bri-
tons. have got your grandfer's three cor
nered scraper, red coat and buff facins, his
tew edged sword, and you ken have 'em TO
wear in kongress. Your mother has darn
ned up all the moth-holes in the coat so
that she thinks it looks Jest as new as it
did when leftenant pickleby' wore it tu the
battle of white Plains. shall send you by
male, new pair of blue mixed stockings,
a pair of knit suspenders that are kinder
easy for a pollytishun to squirm about in.
Your mother would send you a pot of
pickles and chees, but the stage driver
says its agin the law. Read your bible,
Jabez, study the laws of Moses, and don't
repeal any on 'em mind the ten command
ments tn, and the Eleventh likewise, and
don't sell the birthright of the yankee nation
for mess Of potash; and the. day may cum
when you will be minister of peniten-
tlary, or secretary of legation.


am your dutiful father.


PICKLE PICKLEBY.