The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1842-02-09
From the N. Y. Sunday Mercury.
BARNABY DIDDLEDUM,

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the Middle aud Southern States with a Cir.
Gus, in connection with Mr.. A. Turner,
father Of N. d. and V. Turner, the two
celebrated equestrains. He was an orr
ginal genius; he was man Of whom much
Information ght be derived. He was
withal practical joker, and never let an
opportunity pass unimproved for having
bit orfun. He has by his untiring indus.
try, amassed large fortune, and he is not
little proud to inform the world that he
commenced life without shilling. Fre-
quently have l heard him say,"every man
who has good heal,hsand common sense,
is capable Of making fortune ifhe only
resolres to do so. As a proof of it,
look at me. Who am II | don't know
who am, nor where come from. ne
yer had father nor mother that know off;
at all events may have started from the
lowest depths of degradation. 1never had
education; commenced, life as shoe
maker. What little can read, picked
up myself after was 1Sycars ofage, and
as for writing, could only make my
mark, but being poor devil,I had oeca-
sion to give my note so often that | final.
" learned 10 write my name, and so have
got along by degrees. You see what am
now. have become so by industry, pre-
severance, and economy; and any man
will become rich who will determine to do
so. There is not such word as ''cannot"
in the English language. Never say you
can't do a thing-and never cry "broke"
till YOU are dead"
Many severe joke has Turner. played
upon me, which have always hoped that,
1 should be able 10 repay with interest but
have never been able fully to do so. A
trick he played me in the City Of Raj
eigh, North. .Carolina, never shoff forget.
We arrived there late on Saturday even
ing which made US feel pretty rich; that
night stepped into the "Buo" Tailoring
Esta blishment on Fayetteville Street, and
brought me splendid suit Of black clothes
We were all slrangere in that City, never
having been there before. On Sunda,
morning, feeling proud ofmy sable suit,
dressed myself and started to take stroll
about the city. / passed ,hro' the bar
room of the hotel, some twenty persons
were there, among whom was Turner, who
had by that time made their acquaintance
After had passed out, Turner, pointing
in the direction | had taken, remarked to
the company, Il think it's veryIsingular ON
permit tha, rascal to 60 1hro: your streets
in ot en- day, 1t wouldn't be allowed in
Massachusetts, and l suppose that is the
reason the bIack.coated scoundrel has come
down this way"
"Why, who is he!" ejaulated half a
dozen at once.
Don't you know! Why, that is the
Rev. E. X. Avery. the murderer Of Miss
Cornel!' answered Turner.
"ls it possible!" they exclaimed, !. all
starting for the door eager to geta look al
me, and several swearing vengeance
gainst the hypocritica1 priest.
Turner had set the ball in motion, so he
quietly, took seat, while every person
in the bar.room startedi in pursuit Of me.
I had iurned corner of the street and
was very innocently, though very pom.
pously strutling down the side walk, when
was overlaken by some twenty persons,
whose number increased evary moment.
observed, rs they passed me, each per.
son looked back and stared at me with ap.
parent wonder. l belive / must have
been uncommonly proud of that new suit
of clothes, for was vain enough 10 belivee
that nv nep suit was what attracted such
special attention. Twas, however, soon
awoke from the happy illusion. The mob
passed me some five or ten rods, and wait
ed till came up to them. As passed. l
heard several observations like the follow
ing; '.The lecherous old hyp"crite" e"-''tbe
sanctified murderer" black coated
yiIlian"-''lel's tar and feather him
lynch the sconndrel," &c. &c. T.passed
along totally unconscious that there re-
marks could possibly have any reference
to me. The denouement however, soon
came. The mob. which now numbered
az least one hundred, overlook me as l
passed another corner, and one fellow
seized me by The collar, while five or six
Others approached, bearing rail between
them. 80. -
/. "Come," says the man who collaredlme,
"old chap you can't walk any farther; we
know you, and as we always make gentle
men ride in these parts, you may prepare
tie straddls that traile' sSa