Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1851-01-31

For they gladden. the wild birds when they wake;
And give them food to cat -.
And with willing hand, and spade and plough,
The gladdening hour shall come,
When that which is called the ''waste land" now,
Shall ring with the &C Harvest Home 20
Then sing for the Kings who have crown
But the blue sky DER their head
Never Sultan nor Dey had such power as they,
To withhold or to offer bread
Parliamentary Ieporting-.A Song from MIR. Speak
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We take the following from book called Hunts
Fourth Estate
There was never deficiency of wit and humor "a
mongst reporters, and when it was the fashion to
heghten these by full pottions it was not surprising
that occasional escapade would attract more than
ordinary notice. One by gone worthy, distinguished
in this way--Mark Supple it was-whose name has
found place in all the jest books for feat which
Peter Finnerty, another spirit of kindred quality
used Il; tell after the following fashion Mark Sup
ple was big Ioned and loud-voiced, and had much
wit and fun as an IRISH porter could carry-often
more than he himself couil carry, or knew what to
do with. He took his wine frequently at Bellamy s.
great place in those days for reporter as wen as
M. Ps) and then went up into the gallery ana re-
ported like gentleman and man of GENTS. Inc
members hardly knew their speeches again ~
they admired his free and bold manner of dressing
them up None of them went to the printing
office of the Morning Chronicle to complain that the
tall freshman had given lame, sneaking version of
their sentiments-they pocketed the efront of their
metamorphosis, and fahered speeches they had new
er made. Supplies way may be said to have been
the hyperpole-a strong view of orentalisnn, with q
dash of the bOgrotter His manner seemed to please
and he presumed upon it.
One evening he sat at his post in the gallery,
waiting the issue things. and hint to hang tropes
and figures upon, dead silence happened to prevail
in the house. 1t when Mr.. Adding ton speak
er The bold leader of the press gang was never much
on serious business bent at this time he paric-
ularly full of meat and wine. Delighted therefore
with the pause but thinking that something might
as we'll be going forward, he called out Justify,
song from Mr.. Speaker Imagine Addington's long
prm, upright fgure-his CONSERVATION and utter
want of preparation for, clue to repel such ar
interruption of the rules and orders of Parliament
The House in Pitt, it is said, could hard
ly keep his seat for laughing. When the hustle ano
confusion abated, the Sergeant-at-Arms Wen
into the gallery to take the audacious culpri int
custody and Indignantly desired to know who it was
but nobody would tell Mark sat like a tower or
the hindermost bench of the gallery imperturable il
his own gravity and safe in the faith Of the brother
hood of reporters, who alone were in the secret.
length, as the mace-bearer making fruitless in
quiries and getting impatient, Supple pointed to
fat Quaker who sat in the middle of the crowd ant
nodded assent that he the man. The Quake
was, to his great surprise, taken into immediate Gus
tody: after short alteration and further ex
put in his place for hour two but let off on tn
assurance of his contriton. and of showing less wi
and more discretion in future.