Mississippi Democrat. (Carrollton, Miss.) 1844-18??, 1846-09-16

when No. Just drops in, He is an
iron-faced, narrow.s houldered little man,
in high white neckerchief, a Whitley
brown hat, with green umbrella in hand,
and speclacles on nose. He takes an arm
chair opposite TO us, takes off his hat,
which he places on the table before us,
passes colored snuffy silk handkerchief
over his forehead, and bids us "good morn
ing" We reciprocate without any effort
at all to show the Chesterfield.
Green Umbrella SCI have Just dropt
in, sir, hearing you have got specimen
of Gen. Taylor's chirography here. |
have taste--Indeed, may say passion
for these things. Virtue, sir, is the shrine
at which worship"
We.--"You will see, sir"
Green Umbrella. thank you
much obliged to you. Do you know, sir,
mans handwriting to me is always an
index of his mind. III be bound, sir, that
Gen Taylor's is-n
We.--"Below in the publication Office,
sir, subject TO your inspection"
Green Umbrela.--"Ah, sir, you are
exceedingly kind. Sir, it is in my power
TO show you some rare--some valuable au-
tographs."
Puts his hand in his pocket-compositor
comes in--"Matter prepared for the out
side YETI"
We.--sIn a moment.r To Green Um-
brella-"Sir, you will excuse us, but at the
present moment we are compelled to de-
prive ourselves of the pleasure of viewing
your autographs of distinguished charac-
ters. To-"
Green Umbrella, putting them up in some
what of a passion-"Sir, regret 10 say
that tho perverted spirit of the age does
not appreciate such invaluable menentoes
of the great among the past and the good
among the present / wish you very
good morning, sir,"--and whipping up his
green umbrella and slapping his Whitley
brown hat down on his forehead, he sud
denly leaves. We of course said, as he
left, "good morning"
We set to, to prepare the 'outside mat
ter" for the compositor, who stands before
us all the time like an upbraiding spirit, 10
remind US of our sins of omission; we
hand il 10 him, and are about to drop our
idea into the alembic of our mind for dis
tilation, when an outre dandy, dressed in
| fashions latest and most ultra mode--one
of whom, if beard betokeneth bravery, is
a very Cesar-makes his appearance
with most insinuatng "good mawnlng!
Ava" he continues, edo you weceive the
Lun'un papaws2"
ga few: here are the Times and Chron-
ice, and here the Spectator
"Aw-a! vewy good papaw, the Times
vewy good fo' the man that deals in stocks
or sells sugaw and molasses-tce don't
patwonise the TIMES. Don't you receive
the Cwourt Journal-the Mawning Postr'
"Don't receive it, SIR"
"Sowwy to trouble you--good mawn-
ing"
IA very good morning, SIR"
No. 3 is lady of middle age, in a semi
mourning suit, dark Grape bonnet, with
an open, unsuitable fan in her hand, and
owning remarkably shrill treble toned
voice..
editor of the paper, sir2"
ayes, madam-take seat"
"Oh, sir, have not patience 10 sit, nor
to stand, nor to sleep. Can you tell me
where my dear William isl have moi
heard from my poor child since he left"
"Oh, compose yourself, madam" SAID
we; ''his nurse is Of course with him, and
she will doubtless take care of him"
"Nurse, sir! nurse! | suppose you
mean to insult me by insinuating that he
had eloped with that ugly old decoy, the
/ Widow Jones. No, sir; he had spiri
t above that. He is gone, sir, to fight, as
I his father did before him; yes, sir, as my
: dear deceased husband, William Melville
! did; he is gone, sir, TO fight the enemies
/. Of his country; and | could not have ina
r gined, sir, that any gentleman, in his owr
$ office, from whom nothing more was asked
( than little information, would gratultous
Q ly wound the maternal sensbllltles OF q
g lone widow lady, as you have done, BY
' speaking of nurse in connection witt
: my son, who took the right of his company
!, and is twenty-five years Of age"
e "Oh, we'll, madam" we said, 81 sup
b pose IT'S all right: did not, | assure you
J. mean TO offer you any offence. was lee
$ into the error by your applying the yer.
q Juvenile term child to your son. ] now
S however, understand, he is with the army
! Do you know his regimenta"
e "No."
"His compauyW
y "No."
c aThen, madam, It's impossible for m
e to tell you where he is."
e $50, sir, you undertake 10 edit pape
c and cannot tell me where my dear Wi
liam is! Mr. Crout was right when b
J. said that editors are the most ignorant i
A. diyiduals Of which society is composed"
10 Exit Mrs. Widow Melville.
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