The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1841-05-04

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portant Office Of the peers secretary. He dipped
again, but the obstinacy OF the animal was in
vincible. IL might be bad omen. Lord wy
cherry, however, was above omens, so he took
quill that had once belonged TO a sensible goose,
and in which wisdom might therefore be here
dilary.
Lord Wycherly again frowned upon himself
IN The glass, and not upon himself only, but on
servant who had been bowling to his lordsbip's
BACK three minutes and half without venturlng
10 make himself further audible or visible, but
VINO, now, rendering card, presumed to utter
the WORD w ats, In the very ghost OF sounds.
"Show him up" said my lord and the Rev.
Benjamin Blythe was shown up
The Reverend Benjamin Blythe never after
| wards could tell how he had got up those stone
steps, or across that lofty hail. or along those
corridors, whether he walked in the antpodean
fashion, or only managed the journey in the
binary way. But there he did stand in the pre-
| sence OF the peer, at all events.
Something like perception of dark frown-
ing brow bent upon him, and of glances taking
the measure Of his poverty stricken garh, did
Ticker around the confined whirl of the poor
gentleman's brains, but his eyes were TOO full OF
tears TO see distinctly. In husky voice, al
most narticulate with emotion, he tried 10 speak,
but the words came not trippngly. "Y our lord
ships goodness-my gratitude-untirng lexer-
tion-deyoting all my abilitieso
| My dear reader, if you were ever in an O'Con-
nellised state, that is, in an agitation, and the
person to whom you were ulterng the words
which you could neither organize nor control,
listened to you like n snow figure or an embodied
east wind, and waited till you had DONE would
not you think him very polite?
| Thus polite was Lord Wycherly. Our poor
hero had broken down, and had listened to silence
for full minute and a half before his lordship
| replied, and then the cold words, like the utter
ance of statue, if statues ever speak, came
cuttingly to the ear Of the Reverend Benjamin
Blythe.
Il am at loss TO understand you, sir. Have
the goodness TO explain
my name is Blythe, my lord" Poor Blythe
thought that would explain everything.
His lordship bowed
"Three months ago took the liberty of So
Letting TO be appointed your lordship's secreta-
ry."
His lordship bowed again.
(which your lordship has been pleased to
honor me with"
Have ], sir 2"
Sand am come, my lord, to offer you a gra-
ttude beyond all expression. If your lordship
could know-could feel'-and here again poor
Blythe broke down.
| Lord Wychery gathered up his majesty and
said, g | am at loss, sir, whether mistake
something less excusable has procured me the
honor of this interview. Suffer me to assure
you that do not in the least understand YOU"
| The Reverend Benjamin Blythe staggered
at these words they had all the force Of blows
he gasped for breath. The peer read all the
marks of assimilation in his discontinue.
Suddenly our hero remembered Mr.. Winkler's
note--he thought revived him. He presented
it. "That, my lord, will explain all"
The peer took it, opened it, read it. His
GOODNESS was gone in moment; the storm burst,
the tempest ragged, the red blood rushed into his
/ face fireworks scattered themselves into his
| Inrh hoo al fxav,
| "Take back your miserable jest-your
temptble lampoonery!n and suiting the action
TO the word, Lord Wycherly threw the open pa
per in his face, and waving him away, said
"There is the door, sir there is the door, sir "
Our hero, perfectly sickened with amazement
and apprehension. caught the paper in his grasp,
and read the words that had thus had power TO
| convert the frozen mountain into Volcano
He read the words, and our readers may do the
same
An april Fool!
| We say that the Reverend BENJAMIN Blythe
read those words, and their effect magical.
The veil was torn from his eyes. He saw, at
once that he was the victim OF miserable jest,
the medium of heartess insult, and dashed,
in moment from the eminence of his prosper-
ty, found himself again beggar, and his wife
and children starving. Miserable man he at
tempted 10 stagger out of the lordly presence,
but famine and misery had done their office,
and he fell senseess at the feet of that said noble
lord.
| When consciousness returned to the Rev.
BENJAMIN Blythe, he found himself lying on a
sofa he had been bled his arm was bound up,
and he was surrounded by several of the domes-
ties of Lord Wycherly's establishment.
Lord Wycherly retired into the antechamber
and beckoned the doctor, who had been hastily
summoned to follow him
"And you think him lip
ayes, my lord, and not slightly"
"And his complaints"
| "Starvation"
Poor Blythe remembered what had passed
his faculties gathered themselves together again
he staggered to his feet, endeavored to grasp
his beaveress hat and his worn out gloves, and
TO totter forth into the wide and pittiess world
again.
Lord Wycherly approached.
| "My lord" said Blythe, in accents almost in
artculate through weakness and agitation"
| lord, il was never my intention TO approach you
with an insult was myself deceived. did il
innocenuy will 60"
"Not yet" said Lord Wychery and he nod
ded for his attendants to leave the room
"And now, Mr.. Blythe, if you are well enough
TO converse for five minutes"
"Certainly, my lord" gasped poor Blythe.
may, oblige me by sitting, and will do the
same, and now swallow this glass of wine it
may help 10 remove this faininess."
| The generous wine flowed through Blythe's
very heart, and he partially rallied
"My Lord, thank you'll wish you could be-
| lieve that never intended TO insult you. In all
the unhappness OF my disappointment, the worst
[ sting is that my sacred profession should bear
the odium of offering wanion aflront."
q believe you, Mr. Blythe, and am sure you
will be able TO explain"
| And Blythe attempted TO do so. He hurried
q IL, J,,l al.