The Virginian

From the Savannah Georgian.

BARNEY BROWN IN LOVE—Barney has arisen from the shades of obscurity to emblazon the political world and in the Legislative halls, to breathe words of fire.—But, as I said, the dispositions and talents of men are accommodated to circumstances—so has Barney, under the mighty influence of the blind God, 'fall'n, fall'n from his high estate.' Mark Anthony spurn'd in imperishable crown of glory for the smiles of Cleopatra, bartered his honor for a transient bliss, and died on a couch of ignominy. It is true the political sagacity of Barney won him many strong friends; he was a patriot to the very finger nails, and the "Steam Boats," "Snapping Turtles" &c. looked upon him as being destined to establish permanently the inviolable rights of their native State. The best on the floor of Congress could not hold a candle to Barney—but—(O my country!) he was under the dominion of two pretty gooseberry eyes, and the fire of patriotism burnt out and left the cinders of love: Alarming as this intelligence may be to the Troup party: yet I conceive it my bounden duty to inform them of it as soon as practicable, that they may drive him from his Calypso as the sage Mentor did the youthful Telemachus, and inspire him with a new and more glorious spirit. Barney's popularity was not confined to his fellow men, but extended to the fair. His bone and muscle were the admiration of all the country girls. Not that he was an Adonis: no they adored the Hercules blended with a little of the Mercury and no small portion of the Mars: three excellent ingredients to please the eye of Venus.

'Dorcas' said he, one day, to his favorite, as he entered squire Dodd's with a rifle in his hand and two hounds Tally and Snap close at his heels 'you see I've com'd to see you 'cording to promise. It's all over, and may I be d---d, if I a'nt a member of the Legislater, right out an'out; I'm elected in this 'ere quarter, anonymously. Rip roan, gal, for the bridle's broke!—and if the 'mmistration don't have to wince now, ther's no snakes—I'll swinge the pate of John Quincy, 'till it looks as 'frightful as quails on porkutine,' and I'll make him say Georgians is pluck to the spine.—Give us a shake of your corn stealers; why you look out in sorts, Dorcas.'

'I reckon, Barney' said the timid Dorcas, 'that now bekase you're turned Legislater man, you'd leave off' comin' here, and in futer, hitch you creter to the rack afore Patty Pott's door, she havin' larnt an edification at boardin school.'

'Now, Dorcas,' answered the half offended lover 'you're going to come your old rigs on me. Pollyties has elynvated me, and I'll stick by it. But,' (continued he, slapping his hands and looking marvellously loving)—'for you, Dorcas, I'll do almost nothing—but I love pollytirs.'

'An't you ashamed, you unheeded man: you've spoken it now right out to my very face—I reckon Polly Ticks is no better than other folks, though you make so much of her.'

'Quns Dorcas' you're moughtily out in your reckonin. I mean Polytics, a sort of thing for what all men fights and talks in these days you see—Georgia and Grin'ral Government is Poly tics now—the last having made confiingements on the rights o'the first—'Spose now one feller should take a gourd off on a vine, and say, 'I'll be swunged if that aint a squash'—and then, spose another fellow should say, 'You he' it is a gourd'—and then they fought about it—that's pretty much now what the people calls pohtics. Mayhaps you dont read the newspapers, Dorcas'—Jack Spear says, in his Spectator, that newspapers is the great renicle of pulic 'opinion, and the freedom of the press should be held sacred and revileable. But come, Dorcas,—now that I'm number of Lagislater, I spose you wont swagrer long about the ball whuch I'm going tor to iuterducen—I'm not much of a curri cle m love matters, howsomdever, as Jack Spea, says I'm a little monument within me whch whispers sne that it I dont nob you this magently, I may whustie for you hereafter. I could nt do justice to my innoculalion speecn, If I knowed the procession of you was jubus. I've draued a swyngcing bug Plantation in the Tarritory of the counties, and has getting be sule it a track ofland at home, whuch i disjune ton with a good disficiency ot political ragacity and my remeuius powers of roartory and elle quince, I recon we mought paddle our canoes together pretty snipshus hike—They says that it takes a man of great parts, or big storng limbs to be in the Legislater about these tuncs, for the nation's in a state of,risto-crazy and it wants rale roarers to hold Gmn,ral Government in and keep him from flying the track: and may I be peppered like a Christmas Iukey if I ba'nt the feller to do it. I'm not affeard of their refernal doilling as they calls it, when two fellers shutes, their pistols in ther air as though they was praeshusing on the wing: no I'm a rale true contipentaler aud will whip the 'ole possy come at us on 'cm that bucks the 'ministeration;—and nay I be—'

Here Dorcas gently placed her hand over his mouth, aud bade him not be so unheedfnl of her company, or talk so much outlancishy gibberish, as she could not unde:stand it for the hfe of her. Barney, as if under the sudden tofluence of a su perior being, instinetively let full the hand & foot he had raised to hurl the thuuderbolt, and the lion viclded with the meekness of a lamb to the all powerfull appeal of beauty. Iiscountry was again forgotten, and not a word of politics was spoken untl some time aftor the sauire had mited the couple in the holy bands of wedlack, which hanpeued the follownng week, much to the mortihcation of the discomfitted host ot Dor cas'fair rivals.