Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1841-06-08


His lordship bowed.
F" Three months ago took the liberty
OF soliciting to be appointed your lordship's
secretary
His lordship bowed again.
Which your lordship has been pleased
to honor me with"
"Hare l, sir?"
"And | am come, my lord, TO offer you
a gratitude beyond AL expression. If your
lordship could know, could feel'' and here
poor Blythe broke down.
Lord Wycherly gathered up his majes-
ty and said, I" am at a loss, sir, whether
mistake, or 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 stag
gered at these words they had all the force
OF blow, he gasped for breath. The peer
read all the marks of Discrimination in his
discontinue.
Suddenly onr hero remembered Mr..
Winkler's note-lhe thought revived him.
THAT, my lord, will explain ALL
The peer took II, opened it, read it.
His GOODNESS was gone in a moment; the
storm burst, the tempest ragged, the red
blood rushed into his face; fireworks scat
tered themselves from his eyes, thunder
doomed from his tongue.
"Take back your miserable jest-your
contemplate lampoonery!" and suiting the
action to the word, Lork Wycherly threw
the open paper in his face, and waving him
away, said, There is the door, sir!
there is the door, sir!'
Our hero, perfectly sickened with amaze
ment and apprehension, caught the paper
in his grasp, and read the words that had
thus 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
was magical. The veil was torn from his
eyes. lie saw, at once, that he was the
victim of miserable Jest, the medium Of a
| heartless insult, and, dashed in moment
from the emnence Of his prosperity, he
found himself again a beggar, and his
wife and children starving. Miserable
man! he attempted to stagger out of the
lordly presence, but famine and misery
had done their office, and he fell senseIess
at the feet Of that said noble lord.
When consciousness returned TO the Re-
verend Benjamin Blythe, he found him
self lying on sofa; he had been bled, his
arm was bound up, and he was surrounded
by several OF the attendants Of Lord Wy
cherly's establishment.
Lord Wycherly retired into the ante
chamber and beckoned the doctor, who had
been hastily summoned TO follow him.
"And you think him ill"
I" Yes my lord, and not slightly"
'And his complaint -
Starvation"
Poor Blythe remembered what had pass
ed-his faculties gathered themselves to-
gether again, he staggered to his feet, en-
deavored 10 grasp his ocayerless hat and his
worn out gloves, and to totter forth into the
wide and pililess world again.
Lord WicherIy approached.
"My Lord" said Blythe, in accents al
most narticuate through weakness and ag-
itation-" my lord, it was never my intcn
ton to approach you with an insult, i was
myself deceived | did it innocenlly. |
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mot yet" said Lord Wycherly, and he
nodded his attendants out Of the room.
"And now, Mr.. Blythe if YOU are we'll
enough to converse for five minutes"
Certainly, my lord" gasped poor
Blythe.
Nay, oblige me by sitting, and will do
the same-and now swallow this glass Of
wine, it may help to remove your (aintness.
The wine flowed through Blythe's very
heart, and he partially raIIieL'
'My lord, thank you, wish you could
believe that never intended TO insult you.
In all the unhappiness of my dIsappoint-
ment, the worst sting is, that my sacred
profession should bear the odum Of offer
ing wanton affront'
Il believe you, Mr.. Blythe, and l am
sure you will be able to explain
And Blythe attempted to do 50. He
hurried over the history of that day-its
dark page-the buffeting, the scorn, the
GOODNESS, the coutumcy-- disappointment,
upon disappointment, despair upon des-
pair, hopelessness upon hopelessness
until he had met with one whom he
had unsuspiciously believed friend; and
then came the history Of that friends de-
ception, which had involved him in his pre-
sent trouble.
And his name?' asked Lord Wycher-
ly.