The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1838-04-10
Their, and only intended for the bosom of friend
ship, and is as follows -
PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL.

Their, and only intended for the bosom Of friend.
ship, and is as follows -
PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL.
| DEAR PoMPo,-I want to borrow YOUR
punch ladle, as | ant got one, so put il in your
pocket when you come to night, and give it
me sly.
Yours, truly,
john julius SPIGGINs.
Now, sir, don't think my character bit
worse Tor not having got punch ladle at that
Tune, but 10 man likes to have il made the
town talk, and Miss Nix knows well enough,
IT can borrow | can lend, as the following
WIN show, though it might not suit her to pub
lIsh that; but il shall now appear in the face of
all the world, which would not otherwise
have done.
Dear Splggy,-Am short of tea spoons, as
say, for our rout to-nitc, so bring half
dom with you. l good turn deserves another,
as say.-Yours, truly,
PoMPs. Nix.
Now, sir, as Miss Nix has brought this up-
on herself, by publishing what was not deli
cate act to do, in the first instance, she may
thank herself for the consequences Your
obedient servant, j. J. S.
Following these are IA letters from other
ladies and gentlemen, all Of them vigorously
repelling the charge, if intended to apply to
them. The next is curious
Sr,-Allow me through the medium of
your valuable columns, to call the attention of
all Little Pedlington to fact of which they
might otherwise have remained ignorant, or
which, at least could only have been known
to that small and select circle of friends who |
are the most intimately acquainted with me.
l therefore earnestly request that every body
would turn TO Nxs journal, in which, at page
90, seven lines from the top, they will find
the following entry :-"Just saw
pass the door-he is the gratist blocked in the /
town, as | call it, There cannot be the
slightest doubt that by the greatest blockhead
IN the town is meant me, for have distinct
recollection OF having frequently passed NiX's
door,) and, indeed, many friends, on whose
judgment have the firmest reliance, assure
me that they consider me perfectly justified in
thinking SO. The publication of this letter
will prepare Little Pedington for any steps
may think it proper to adopt under the circum-
stances. am, sir, your obedient servant,
THOMAS NoDDY.
P. S.-Shoud any impertinent doubts be
expressed of the truth of what have asserted, |
shall certainly consider myself under the ne
cessity of making my statement, upon oath,
in the presence of a magistrate.
The following possesses a peculiar charm,
as coming from the Rev. Jonathan Jubb, the
bard of Pedllngtonia. As being the most inte-
resting, so shall it be the last -
Sir,-As lover Of truth, minister of
peace, and the literary executor of the late /
Siincox Rummns, +. s. A., | feel myself
loudly called upon, by the still email voice of
justice, to disspate, with breath, the flicker
ing cloud of calumny which, like the dove, is
made to hover over the well known character
for hospitality of that llustrious man, now
sleeping unconscious and detenceless in that
grave over which the elegant tombstone, now
just finished will, am happy to say, be placed
in the course of this week.
In the journal of Pomponious Nix, now just
published, that great and good man records
with unerring precision, like the bow of Apol-
10, that on the goth of September, 1901, he
dned with the great antquary. 1t is as true
as the needle to the pole that he did so, for in
my own journal, which may one day, like
mama from heaven, be given to the world,
find the fact corroborated. But like the peli
can, ungratefully turning on the breast that fed
it, he adds" Goose tolerably good, but not
so good as goose eat with Jack Splggns eight
years ago. Stulling decided bad and as for
apple sauce, not enough to go twice round ~
With regard to the goose and stufiing, say
nothing that is matter of opinion, of which
it can only be said, Twas mine, its his, and
has been slave to thousands" But, sir, when
like the voracous cormorant, he complains
that there was not enough apple sauce, truth
and Justice both bid me raise my voice, like
thunder roaring in the desert, and dispel the
caumny as the avalanche sweeps away the
fimsy cobweb. Sufficient was there, then, to
have gone twice, nay thrice round, like planet
in its orb, but that at the first round, the gal
liant captain, as was his custom always in the
afternoon, like the sea yawnng for its prey,
took nearly the entire of it to his own share.
Let me, then, like the rngdove pleading for
its young, inquire of every candid mind the
cause.-the cause, my soul-why went it not
twice round! Spirit of Rummins (of whose
:" Life and Times by me, few copies, price
half crown, may still be had at my publish
er's,) art thou, say, appeased!