Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1851-04-17
4 New Post Office.

The Ydnkee Blade tells the following good
story of Col. GREENE, the well-known wit of the
Post Ii is one of the best "BoSon notons'' we
have seen for a long time
A NEW PosT OFFIcE.-Everybody who reads
the papers, is aware that of the spciest is the
Boston Post. Col. Greene, the editor is great 10
ker, but one morning last week, he a iokee, as
will endeavOr 10 show. A tall Vermonter step
ped into the Coils Office and inquired if there 'waS
any letters for him III the ofiice:''
The Colonel, who hard at work upon an anti
coalition ''leader'' replied in the negative.
''Wa-al this is the post Office amt if'''
''ThiS is the Office of the Post, - said the Colonel
very blandly."
''Ye-as, Jest so. Wa-al didn't know but my old
woman had rit down about the gownd | talked of
getting for her. Yew see | Cum from up towards
Vermont, with lot of brumes and axe-hcIves and
SIGH like horticultural fiXinS TO if count dick
er a little mite In BoSting. And"
''You will find no letters here, !" said the Colonel
interrupting the Yankee in the full flow of his nara
tive. 'This is the Office of the Boston Morning
Post"
s'!Shoi wa-al l see Morning POST on the sign.
cum ter think, and ! might have knowed that yew
didn't deliver letters in the afternoon but you see
didn't expect this mornin,' for Zekel Peabody
started from hum ten days arter / cum, and he told
me that KeZiah was gon' 10 write letter 10 me TO
glt her yaller sammon culered delane, and dunno
how many yards TO git, mOre'n hen with her head
cut Oft. But, I'll drap In tomorrow m0rnin' about
daylight, and mabby there1l be letter. | sold my
neceSSarIeS almost out Today and dunno but shall
trade little mite in hOrSeilesh. I've got colt here
that's about equil any that ever wore huffs
Hen leave about as large tract of country behind
him in the cours of day, as any other animal
He's been KEEP in the stable several weeks and when
started from hum and set the blood to suckulatin i'm
him all Of student, it gin him lsefls tech of the
blind staggers, but jumpt out of the Vaughn, and
stuck my jack knife into the ruff of his mouth Jest in
the third wrinkle, and set the blood runnin'-that
relieved his syStim, and he goes like a bird Wa-aI
III drap In tomorrow mornin' and see-there amt
no evenin' or afternoon Post Office in the city, /
sposed-I sa-Gy yew haint got nag you'd like ter
trade, hev you? Ef yew get my colt, yew can lay
'em all out on the neck. Don't yew-'
'Conlound the fellow" said Colonel Greene, who
had been trying to write all this time 'Sir, this is
not post Office for the delivery of letters but the
publication Office of the Boston Morning Post;
newspaper, sir, is published here. Do YOU under
stand it now, my friend' | am not a man of Istters
but of types. Ha! hal"
''ShO-O-Oi Yew don't sayI Wall, don't keer a
durn whether get letter any how, for il don't,
shant half to buy no gowndI'
The Vermonter ssunterd out and the Colonel resr-
med his pen, but he remembered the Vermonter
when, on the following day, the Evening Journal
commenced its leader with the following words
''The Post of this morning contains long and ramb-
ling article the Senatorial question-coalition .
&c.-YaRkse BLADE