Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1838-06-25
Major ned Buckets Letter.

Every one has heard of the immortal "NED Buck
Ell" the author Of the Bucket Letters. He wrote to
John Quincy Adams, whilst John was President of
these United States) often, forclbly graphic
cay and SO eloquently, that the President wrote
back to the postmaster at Columbus, Ohio, to know
| if Mr.. Edwin Bucket was I" a responsible msn? -
| Ned Is glorious fellow-he was at Goiad at the
time of the massacre-he was led out to be shot--he
lodged the balls and came into camp, then sua-
| ted at Grose's on the Brazos des Dies river.
Ned told us the story himself of his escape. Says
Ncd-"they fired and fell rose unhurt and put
cut; on the banks of the river Mexican soldier put
his bayonet into my back, and then, and then, and
them" said Ned.
"And then, Ned" said we, g suppose yen run!
emo" said Ned 81 didn't-but be Id # /
didn't shew 'cm seperb specimen of the tallest kind
of walking you ever did see, amt Georgia Maori
Well! well the ether day we very irreverently
confounded Major Ned Bucket with loafer named
Ned Backle, in consequence Of which the former has
furnished us with one of his incompatible epises
Here il Isl
GEORGIA SETTLEMENTS, Middle Grass, 1888.
SrRAxsER,-The all accomplished, the splendid
Bennett, having done gone" per vapor to Europe
|, with that genteel audacity and delicate presump-
ten, that well become,h and lightly sttetn upon the
shoulders of Georgia Major request you henceforth
to use your discriminating faculties with elegant
accuracy than perceive you have done in q recen,
number of the Herald, by confouadng my name
with that Of the perpetrator of small sprinkle OF
poetry. who signs himself Med Buckle" Dosl
think, Mr. Sab, that Georgia Major would apostro-
phize the fair either individually or collectively in
such strain Of one-upland eooter power short sta
pie, hollewagus rhymiRg that, thar of mister
| Buckle, chi Coos! No, Mr.. Protein, if you do
you've got the wrong gator by the TAIL miss the
Chegcrs foot, live green persmmons, tend in the
siney woods, and don't know an Apalachy Gopher
| from Chattahoochee bottom salamander
That poetry must have been Wade by that hoo
dadde son of the muse, Mr.. N. p. W.-tad burn me,
il don't believe t-so you may grth the saddle on
that steed by way Of helping him up the Parnassian
mount. an tell you whatt is" old King Carter
says, there's certain something distilled out Of the
quintessence OF purified alteration (which is altogether
understandable in picayune rhymes) in a Georgia Ma
ers unsophistcated IDEAS OF the Hcsperian fruit OF
nature, lovely woman! even such ideas as lie deeply
imbedded IN the Doric substratum ofthe gallant Een-
nctt's soul. He and myself have kept up proroua nd
| thinking on this abstruse point Of metaph ysieal
subtety for the last twenty years-which, "by way
of a wind up" as you say TO poor "Bsckle," mere
y tell you to enable you 10 distinguish between that
| sublime psetaster and me.
Take this erratum and give me your cornstealer.
MIR. Prexy, and am,
| Yours OF the Cattle Range,
EDw. BUcKEr, in.
This epise from an old friend, must be as accepta-
bic to our numerous readers asst is 10 ourselves IL
is not exactly poetry butt Isl little the allest spcci-
| men of prsse we ever did hear.
Brave Ned Bucket gallaa; Ned Buckctl indefat-
gable Ned Bucket! ndomitabe Ned Bucket we
know you well A thousand Mexican muskets were
leveIled at you at Goliad! and you escaped-you
walked from under them ALL
A Drawer i,llow never chased an "Istachaitee"
through cane break nor breakiasted upon pine knst
coffee. The way ne pulled foot from la Bahia was
caulion-and the way he lodged the rifle balls OF the
Mexcans was miracuousl