The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1845-01-23
WYE LA B~AGATELLE!

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Mexico. Put Texas for Lydia, and trans
form Bob Acres and Sir Lucius O'Trigger
into John Tyler and John G. Calhoun. Bob
Acres Tyler is in lovewith Lydial Texas who
is beloved by Beverly (Mexico); Beverly
having the best right to her, Bob Acres Is
finally persuaded to challenge Beverly Tor
daring TO fall in love with the same woman.
Acres had Just courage enough to come to
The writing Of the challenge, but finally lets
his courage "ooze out at the palm OF his
hands, or 'ssneak of" before he concluded
the matter. Now let Sheridan speak forthe
Texas comedy. substituting the character a
boye referred 10. 1t will be seen that John
C. has hard work TO get John rs courage
10 the sticking point
Ty.-I have followed Cupid's jack-o-'lan
fern, and find myselfin a quagmire at last.
Look on me as on a very ill-used genIleC
man.
GAIA rival in the case, is there2 Then
SIRE you know what is TO TO be done!
Ty.-Whai? fight him!
Cal.-Ay, TO be sure: what can mean
else?
Ty.-But, he has given me no provica-
tion.
Cal.-Can a man commit a more heinous
offence against another, than 10 fall in love
with tile same woman? o, by my soul it
is the most objectionable breach of friend
ship.
Ty.-Breach of friendship! Ay, but | have
no acquaintance with this man. | never saw
him in my life.
Cal. That's no argument at all. He has
she less right, then, to take such a liberty. :
Ty-Gad, that's true. | grow full of an.
ger, sir Calhoun. | fire apace! Odds, hilts
and blades! | find a man may have a deal
of yalor in him, and notknow it. Blu coldn'
Icontripe By some means TO hare a little righi
on my side?
Cal.-What the devil signifies right? Dc
you think Achilles, or Alexander the Great
ever e~nquired where the right lay?
Ty.-Your words are a Grenadier's marcel
TO my heart! / believe courage must be
catching! | certainly do feel 4 kind ofyalo
rising as it were-a kind of courage as | MAJ
say. Odds flints, pans and triggers III chal
lenge him directly!
Cal.-Ah! my friend, I could show yor
4 range of ancestry in the O~'Trigger line.
Ty-O, sir, | have had ancestors too
Every man of'em Colonel or Captain in thu
militia. Odds, balls and barrels! say M
more. Pm braced for it. The thunder o
your WORDS has soured the milk Of human
kindness in my breast. POUNDS! as the mar
in the play says, 81 would do such deeds
- OIL fTbara must ho M paSSiOn At all n
the case. These things should always b
done civilly.
Ty.-I must be 10 a passion, Sir Cal. le
me be in a rage ifyou low me. Come, here
pen and paper. isis down to ~rrite | woul
the ink were red! indite, | say indite. HOY
shall | begin? Odds, DULLES and blades! II
write a good bold hand, however.
Col.-Pray, compose yourself.
TY.-Come-now shall | begin with a
oaths Do Sir Cal. Let me begin with
DAmME. [Sir c.. dictates the letter. Ty. e,
claims.l So that's done Well, I'll fold it a
NV own crest-a hand and dagger-sha
be the seal. Exit Sir Cal. and enter JoE
Foy disguised as Martin Raunahan, the Pre-
idenf's Privy councillor.
Foy.-So you are going TO quarrel wi
Mexico. ah2 Now this fighting don't lk
Suppose we should git some of our bra
American boys shot? Ourselves, for inslanc
As | was at WATERLOO
Ty.-Odds, crowns and %laurels! Yo
honor would follow you to the grave.
Well, that's Just the place could make
shift to do without honor or registers.
Ty.-But think of our ancestors, Foy.
Foy.-our ancestors are a very good XII
offolks; butthey are the last people | shou
choose TO have a visiting acquaintan'
with.
Ty.-Zounds! | wont be afraidlOdds, fl
and fury You shant mako me afraid! He
is a challenge TO Mexico to go to War, al
| have sent for my dear friend young DI
Green TO carry it for me.
Foy.-That introduction to the Messai
smells of Gunpowder-- | couldn't swear
mayn,t 90 off in the reading like one of Col
submarine fre-fies.
Ty.-It wont do, Foy, Pm determined
fight. Egad, Sir Cal. has wrought me to
He has left me full of rage--and I'll fig
that so much good passion may not be wa
ed-&c. &c,
Ineed not follow the staggering of I
or of his prototype, Bob Acres, when
boasts that he is a devil Of a fighting char;
Ter, called by his old friend Fighting Bel
The upshot ofthe whole matter may be Sc
at the close of the Message. 1t tapers
TO nothing. as Acres challenge did when
saw his antagonist. He exclaims--Sir c
edge in word every now and then abe
my honor. yalor will come and go. Y
my valor is c certainly going. 1t is sneaki
of. | feel it oozing out, as it were, at