AN INCIDENT.
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IF two gentlemen in South Carolina should
recognise themselves in what is here related,
it is their fault, not ours. A friend was ira
yelling by stage recently two Of his fellow
passengers had helped themselves to good
glass Of grog, each, at house, while they
were stopping to arrange the mails. Soon
after they got under way again, sweet little
girl about seven years old, who formed one of
the company, began TO entertain them with
songs. Having pretty well exhausted her
stock on hand, she struck into the popular air
of " Old Dan Tucker" DESTROYS of giving the
two grog-drinkers hint, our friend asked the
little girl if she would like to have an original
song for that tune. She answered in the atfir-
native. He then put his machine in motion,
and soon produced The following, which was
repeated with emphasis:


Old Dan Tucker went to town,


He poured glass Of brandy down,


1t burnt his throat, infamed his blood


And laid him sprawllng in the mud.


Ost O. the way, Old Dan Tucker,


I'm afiaii you'll lose your supper.


The two gentlemen with the grog in their
s,omachs did not join in the laugh which the
performance excited We suppose that s'eep
ing in the mud, is what they do not like to
connect in their thoughts with the occasional
glass, taken IN moderation. Ii is, nevertheless,
connected with it, in fact, and often not very
remo.ely.-S c. Temp. Advocate.