Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription THE ANCIENT SUITOR. 331
to be still picked up, such as were probably employed for sacred
purposes in the temples of their gods."
As I live, old Bile," said the Texan�" nothing but Injun
pots and pans for biling hominy."
Get thee behind us, Texas blanket thyself and be silent.
The present inhabitants of Smithville are certainly the Autoc-
thones�natives of the soil. They have never known any
other. And yet, Smith is said to have been a common name
among the Phoenicians. Its founder was undoubtedly Tubal-
Cain. It is fortunate that we have a place like Smithville, des-
tined for its perpetuation. We are, unhappily, fast losing all
traces of the venerable name in every other quarter of the
Why how you talk ! There isn't a name so common as
Smith in all our country."
All, my dear fellow ! do you not see that you are giving
constant proof of what I said touching Smithville, that all the
babies were grown men at birth ?
" That's somehow a fling at me, I reckon ; but I slia'n't quar-
rel with you, now I know you."
At this moment, the tender tinkle of the guitar, in the hands
of Selina Burroughs, announced that my friend Duyckman had
succeeded in his entreaties ; and we gathered around the ladies,
and the mischievous fooling of our Alabamian ceased for a sea-
son,�but only for a season. The young lady sang very
sweetly one of Anacreon Moore's best lyrics, accompanied by
my friend from Gotham. When she had done, to the surprise
of all, our orator, who seemed quite a universal genius, coolly
took up the guitar when the damsel laid it down, and, without
apology or preliminary of any kind, gave us the following sam-
ple of the mock-heroic with equal archness and effect :

OLD Time was an ancient suitor, Who, heedless of jury and judge,
Still kept to the saws of his tutor
And held that all fashion was fudge :
lie never kept terms with the tailors, The aid of the barbers he scorn'd,