The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1839-09-21
A MODERN FAUST.

Among those individuals who should have been seen
somewhere else yesterday morning, might have been
at Mr.. Recorder Baldwn's Office OF business
professional follower olhe great Faust vulgary known
as Jour printer" He was ease-all sorts of
walking edition Of the striped pig OF in other
words an nncorrccted copy Of the ,rorks Of ntempe-
rance, sered up, and bound by rule Of
tire abstinence. He looked blurred, or like bad i'm
preston Of WORKOUT wood cut of our American eagle
or OF a runaway negro.
You were found sleepinp out last night said the
Recorder. Who and what are you = addressing the
badly setup ofhumani,y in the dock
Me, I'm poor-d-n poor specimen Of the art pre-
sentative OF all ars--vugary called jour printer,
typo said the prisoner.
And need correction said the afabIe Recorder Il
thought you were foui case Why were you not at
your lodgings last night
Because lost my piaee--got out Of sorts--had no
qnoins tcons to get locked up any where else in fact
out Of cash, which is the copy Of existence All!
sir, I've felt the pressure Of the times well other
folks have had bad impression, and heavy one, of
the difficulty OF jushfyng my actions by the right
sure
But CORRECT man Of your profession said the Re-
corder, would have been at his setting up, at the
time the Waterman found you setting down.
Yes, but I'm gone case; and even II were set
ting dorn instead Of setting up, don't what dAc-
ration you should make in The cory Of your verdict
You were lying down, sir
Yes had come to period, that's fact, and the
Waterman made pdrenthcsis Of his TO raise me
up, and note of admiration Of my body, head down
wards, while bringing me TO this tangled press
have proof taken replied the Jour
he Waterman charges you with being tipsy, sir
! ,ref my matter too much last night, that's fact
When the Waterman placed you your feet you
did not stand sraigh--leaned every direction. and
staggered about though you were working off the
first sheet of the grand lottery on the sidewalk
Il thought, sir that was on rule and fpure ,nork !;
but Charley soon gave me rap with something more
than Sleeps foot which in treasure Strengthened
me. He well nigh distributed the matter OF my upper
case, sir--throwed my brain into pie
shall have to send you 10 the calaboose, SIR lock
you up for thirty DAYS
Thirty days. What! lock mp my farm for thirty
days! Oh you don't mean that, sir. You have no
rule for doing it. Why, sir, you might well send me
to he the gaiies 10 the swamp once Thirty days
in the caaboose That would indeed be laying me on
the imposing stone. Let me 90 this time Mr. Recor-
der; will see and correct all errors avoid all outs,
such as the Waterman discovered, in future and pre-
clear and revised proof sheet Of my conduct here
after I'll tell your honor what il is; that watchnien
who handles the book often don't always Jotiop copy
Why he there against If his oath ste
reoiypsd and il he knew me like book
The Recorder told this modern Faust that he was
fully impressed with the sincerity Of his determination
70 reform but thai unless he got person other than
himself to vouch fo IT, he must give him short si,ua
''on' say thirty days in the caaboose. -Picayune.