Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1840-07-10
WINSLOW Us. THE LADIES',


The chivalrous Ajax of the Sentinel is be-.
coming demented. Since the memorable 25th,
he has played such tricks before the town az
make the wings laugh and his party weep. To
our own mind no farce could equal them. Tho
grlmaces of Harlequin are without effect, and
the glories of "Punch and Judy" fade in the
comparison.
On that Thursday morning-do you remem-
bcr it Wnslow !-the tremendous flood Of peo-
pie that rolled into the village, swept him from
his mornings. He was surprised, astounded,
absolutely petrifed. lie couldn't keep his eyes
shut, and he dare not open them. But parox.
ysm of rage soon succeeded to this silent won.
der; he rayed and ranted, running hitler and
ththcr like terrified terrier but at every cor.
ner of the town he was thrown into fresh ago.
ny. Some kind friend placed in his hands an
inverted telescope, and he felt relieved He
could now look with some slight complacency
upon these tens of thousands of "dandies -
things which before arose before his eyes terri.
bic and vast, almost faded away in the distance
and by the next day he had so far recovered as
as TO issue a proclamation that after all his
fears and contortions Of visagc, there were but
Just 1890, to a unit. But weeks cogitation
upon the matter was too much for him: in spite
of his telescope he could Mt help thinking that
there were sereral people in town: the shouts of
the "duped fabble' still rlfG in his ears those
"hugc paws did not seem to be exactly the
thing for handles, and that sea of heads still
rose before his minds eye, and like Banquo's
ghost, in the case Of his " illustrious predeces-
sor' drove the blood back to his quailing heart.
That ringing too, foolish. silly and contempti.
be as it was, seemed to strike a chord even in
his bosom. Bat above all, those BANNERS He
couldn't shun them: they haunted him: where.
ever he turned, they waved before him waking
or sleeping, at home or abroad, with composing
stick in his hand or an Office holder at his elbow,
he could not rid himself of the vision wherever
he went or whatever he did this sole eiacula.
ton was on his lips-"is this banner that see
before me 2, What s to be done he cannot
endure it Mis- weak eyes, unused to the light,
are dazzled by ",he dawn of a brighter day" than
he has been accustomed to : and his heart be ats
learlully, as the shrill cry" Vermont to the
rescue" meets his cars. lie raves and RACES,
but that don't help him. He shouts out about
federalism, banks, log cabins, &C.: and, in his
desperation, travels widely out of his beaten
path, and breaches about morality! Think Of
that, master Brook And yet, those banners
he knows who made them :rhe knows that they
were woven by fair hands, and that warm and
pure hears are engaged in the matter. And SO,
since he been batlled at every other point, and
must now try the 'lorlorn hope, he prepares for
the last act Of desperate man. He Furnishes
his shield, draws down his visor, posses his lance
shuts his eyes, shouts "OCallarhan and saint
Van Ness to the rescue and spurs on 10 fuy!-
Gus. blood thirsty charge against the LADIES'
And now, undoubtedly, he feels better a load
5 has been taken from his heart he has discharged
his duty to his country, and fatters himself that
these flags viii flout him no more.
For shame, Winslow your mother or your
better half should have taught you other man.
ners. Or, if it is too late for this, keep closer
/ to your great leader the eX-mnster. lie can
1 tell you better than that. lie knows full we'll
that no good can come OF thus throwing away
1 every spark OF common courtesy or decent
! ciyility. Our word for it, you will be a gamer
c by persuading Van Ness to draw the leading
i strings little tighter it will not be well for
the party to allow You to escape from the leash.
: One word moro, neighbor the ladies' (peace
E be with them) are not terrified. lfyou had been
9 riding out, last Saturday You might have met a
5 fine carriage load of them, all put up in good
, order, and neatly label!ed-"a small branch of
the weak minded ladies' Of Burlington" It
4 would have done your eyes good to see them :
their bright eyes and happy faces would have
charmed away your rage, and if YOU had found
it convenient to attack them again in your ee-
giant print, we feel assured that you would have
"roared as gently as a sucking dove"