From the Southern Miscellany.
sDrive my wagon long the road;
Sorry team and a heavy load"
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Sorry team and heavy load"
Wont you take somethingP says the wagon
er putin an old Junk bottle of rum, that smelled
strong enuff of inions to knock man down, rite
under my nose fore knowd what he was bout.


NO, 1 thank you, says /, rs WashiDgtoni-
an ...-..


who's they?' says he; sum Of yer .pesky
Flurnoy preachers, spose.'


NO. says l, 'they's revolutioners.


sRevolutionersr says he, why my father was
a revolutioner, and fit agin the British at King g
Mounting, and help'd to lick tyranny out OF the
country -


BLAST all tyrants p says 1, 'and hurra for the
revolutoners.'


Come take somethin,' says he, and planting
the bottle at my nose agin. -


NO says l, I'm a revolutioner, and go agin
King Alcohol, tooth and toe-nail.


King who?' says he.


king RUM says L; that very tyrant that's
got you by the guzzle now, and he'll have you
choked down on yer knees to him fore half hour,
if you don't revolutionize on him and quit MN.


The Teller stopped and looked rite down In the
fire then at me-then at the bottic, ana ne LUCK
anuther look at the fire.


That's fact says he, 'its had me on my back
afore tonight but can't-yes / kin-here
ooes mister, blast all tvrants-T'm arevolutioner,
a Washington revolutioner, for ever,' and with
that he throwd the bottle of rum smack in the
middle the fire, and it blazed up blue, and yal-
ler, and red.


Give me yer hand mister,' says /, L don't
want any better proof of yer manhood than that +;
stick to it like a true Washington revolutioner


Stick to It mister y says he, why l never
broke nv word when was sober in my life,
and now must do it afore kin git drunk
s.ick to itq I've been wantin to revolutionize
long ago. and now I've done it,. I'll never knock
under