Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1847-12-03

SPAR, are shall again prcrGlL. In such a cause,
with the aid of Providence, we must come out
crowned with success; but if we fail, let us
fail like men-lash ourselves to our gallant
tars, and expire together in one common strug-
gle, fighting for free trade and seGmen's
rights
THE RIVAL POLITICIANS;
OR THE FIGHT BETWEEN ToMPKINs AND LEARY.
Larry Ieary and Bill Tompkins, we are
panied to say, got rather high last night whilst
discussing politics and couple of gin cock
tails. Mr. Leary was tall, spare man, with
black eyebrows, determined expression of
countenance, and juvenile pair OF whiskers
His lips, save when he slipped his gin, were
set close together; and his hands, save when
he grasped his glass, were clinched tightly
He was dressed in pair of blue cottonade
pantaloons, check shirt, and had broad
leather belt around his waist His compan-
ion, Bill Iompkns, was quite a different indi-
vidual. He was a Short pussy man, with
full-blown cheeks as red as a carna1ion, and
nose almost as blue as indigo His gait was
a sallor-lke waggIe, and he wore in his left
cheek something that undoubtedly seemed to
be huge quid Bill Tompkins was in fact
fat, careless, frollicksome son of Neptune, and
Larry Leary Woodworking landsman, whose
chief fault was that he would get into pas
sion when contradicted Bill was sailor on
board the ship that Larry had been working
on as stevedore, and having formed a friend
ship for each other, they resolved TO have a
friendly glass together. After having drank,
they got couple Of pipes, and sat down at
small pine table to have a smoke.
Billy, me boy said Larry, giving his pipe
whit that sent the grey smoke in curly
wreaths to the ceiling. where numerous squads
of flies We're doing, what dye think ov the
times ?
They're bad, Larry, they're bad said Bill,
! giving his trousers hitch with one hand,
while he balanced his pipe with the other
The times, Larry, as once heard a play ac-
tor say, who TUX to the drama from brtchern',
is 'out of jint.' Here we've got the yaller
MeXikins, and the In Jun Camanches to lick,
and Davy Jones knows what else to do
But it's not that mane, said Larry, hasti-
ly. Il name what do you think ov the polit-
ical times. Are they favorable or unfavora-
bic for our party:'
(Which party do you mean, Larry p inqui-
red Bill with his pipe between his teeth.
Aither party answered Larry, with a
cunning wink. will ould Scott, or ould
Taylor, be the mkt Presidents"
well, don't 'zactly know, but ] don't
think neither of 'em will be- answered Bill,
with the gravity of a prophet who sees far
into the future, and tells foreboding events at
glance.
'Aint ould Scott gintleman ov a soldier J?
inquired Larry, with some asperity of man.
ner.
AN who said as how he wasn't?' said Bill
brlstling up like bulldog, in the angriest
mood.
An amt ould Taylor war-horse ova sol.
der p inquired Larry, erecting his crest like
, rattesnake on the eve of making a spring.
AN who said he wasn't ? answered Bill
dashing his pipe on the table, and glazing fu
riously at Larry
Did We name that for me !" said Larry
turning up his shirt sleeves.
Yes, said Bill, in sury tone, 81 for yor
an for any one as takes yer part
Thin take that said Larry, as he deal
, him blow between the eyes
Bill was staggered for a moment, but in
stantly recovering himself, he was into Larry
like thousand of brick. They clinched ant
fell on the floor, 10 the great amusement of thu
bystanders and the barkeepers, who forgo
even to give change to their customers in wit
Messing the fight.
Scott halloed Larry, giving his opponen
y a dab in the eye. Taylor shouted Bill, Civ
ing his antagonista blow over the nose The,
" rolled over and over each other, bit, struck
squeezed, butted and throttled each other, Blu
I neither of them would give up
'Douse his glim,' said sailor
i. Give him dig under the short ribs erie
J butcher.
Cut off his nose,' said barber.
Il Hammer while yer hot, cried a black
+, smith.
:. These and other announcements were offer
ed to the combatants, who by this time ha
rolled along the floor to the back part of tn
Il establishment, where there was kitchen flu
of negroes. Determined MOTTO carry the Wa
e into Africa the parties with one accord loo;
u ened their hold upon each other, and the cor
> versation was opened by Larry, who, wipin
4 the blood from his nose, observed
~ Bill, an don't ye think we're couple Q
=, pair ov fools to fight about what we don
- !, know anything ov 2
~ why, Larry answered Bill. endeavorr
~ to open his left eye, believe yer about RICH
: and spose we take drink, make all r:gh
{ and say nothing about the natter
= vivid all my heart said Larry, leaping ,
20 with the agility of greyhound, and throwil
Vi his arms around Bills neck
. 'Avast there p said Bill I'm not won,
IL but if We give me yer fipper, I'll give ye
"a sailors squeeze
&C Larry took the profferod hand, and in fe
~ moments the fighting pair were slipping tint
AZ toddies as gently as sucking doves.
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