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Page: of 592
OUR SOCIAL CHAIR. 329
hearth and circle, that should give to it
the repairing and polishing strength of
gentle and social intercourse.
In cities this is less severely felt than in
mining villages. Though a vast improvement has become visible within the past
few years, both there and elsewhere, and
such occurrences as the following, from
the Amador Ledger, will explain some of
the reasons why:
BsNerits or Matrinony.—A young man
in this section, a little over a year ago, was
living in single-blessedness. He and his
partners, miners, employed a widow lady
to keep house for them. The young man
in question fell sick, and his physician,
Dr. Sharp, of this place, had given him up—
thought that he would die that night. The
widow, who was somewhat older than our
young friend, had been very kind to him.
Late one night, a Justice of the Peace here,
who is now a dignitary of State, was sent
for to visit the dying man. He went, carrying with him all the paraphernalia for
making a will; but, to his surprise, found
that he was wanted for a far different purpose: that was, to perform the marriage
ceremony. So he joined the young man to
the kind-hearted widow. The next day
the young groom was better—the doctor
pronounced him out of danger—and soon
he was as well as anybody. Marriage was
a good thing—hbetter than medicine; and,
as in the other world, people are neither
married nor given in marriage, he concluded to stay in this world and enjoy it.
The results are, that in a little over a year,
and within a few weeks past, his wife presented him with twins—two darling little
girls. All are living cosily in a neighboring village, and are as well as could be
expected.
Tue Red Bluff Beacon is responsible for
the following good story, about one of the
unsuccessful candidates for Governor of
this State, and which merits a place in our
Social Chair :
During an important law-suit in San
Jose, a few years ago, it is related, that
Edward Stanley, being employed on the
side of a rich old Californian, took frequent
occasion to exhibit his contempt for the
Judge of the court by making all sorts of
grimaces and horrid contortions of countenance at him, mocking and sneering in
his face, etce., for which the Judge kept
promptly ordering the clerk to enter fiftydollar fines against the offending counsel
for contempt of court. Stanley’s client
sat behind him, urging him on, and supplying him with the necessary fifties with
which to purge himself of his coutempts.
This state of things continued until several
“slugs”? had been tossed up to the clerk,
when Stanley suddenly stopped and said:
“Judge, I have not said a word in derogation of your character, either as a gentleman or a judge, and why do you continue to fine me for contempt, when I have
committed none?”
It is in your manner, sir, and not your
words, that the contempt consists,” replied
the Judge.
“Then,” said Stanley, “I demand that
my manner be spread upon the record, in
accordance with the rules of our practice.”
The Judge saw that he was beaten, as it
would require an artist to commit the subject matter of contempt to paper, and, as
the wiley lawyer was very technical to the
point, there was no alternative left “ his
Honor” but to remit the fines, which he
accordingly did.
“Cooxep” Attvr.—Do not become
alarmed at such a commencement, reader ;
but keep your nerves steady until we reach
the end of our story. Not many days ago,
feeling dull and heavy with a severe cold,
we concluded to try the merits of bathing
in and by steam; and we accordingly repaired to a “ water-cure ” institution to try
the experiment. We had no sooner opened
the door than a notice informed us that
“Spitting is a dirty habit,” and made the
request—“* Do not spit upon the floors, in
halls, or rooms.” On reaching the office,
another notice cautioned us not to be gartulous, in the following terms— Short
stories—yery short—and you will greatly
oblige.” Just beneath the latter notice
was another “ Spitting-is-a-dirty-habit!
Do not spit in my office!” We began to
think that the Doctor had as much aversion
to spitting and long stories as Miss Betsy
Trotwood had for donkeys! but, as a sage
and venerable-looking personage, with
a long, flowing beard, made his appearance and requested the pleasure of knowing my wishes, we were cut short, (without the story,) or, as Tony Weller would
have said, given “a sudden pull up” in
our reflections, and required to make a
statement (a short one, of course,) of the