Washington telegraph., 1852-04-28
An Angry Bridegroom.

lho following Witch We tnd IN one af au
exchanges, is good enough for tho Bunihn
Flagstaff
Some individual. once nm editor, Will,
writing his recollection Of the Crabiowi
Clarion, recounts the following incident
which had its origin in the employment o
drunken eomposilor, one day Nhilo hs
/ Che editorl was on a spree,
The reader may suppose the door of the
editors sancim flung Violently open and a
stranger rushing in, bearing in one hand a
copy Of the crabtown Clarion. and in the
other a huge family umbrella. Ia batter.
Ing ram.
Stranger tferoeiously)-a You're the ed.
itor, are yon not "
Editor (blandlyl-" Sometimes. sir take
SCAT
Stranger" eonfonnd yonr oyerturcs.
sir I'm from Goshen=-a respectable
attorney. sir. Don't sir (,haling the
umbrella menaenglyi "yon shall hear me
through, sir. land then drawing himself
out an extra inch J depend confidently up.
on a tlogging I'm Just married. sir. not
fortnight sinee-and on the happy day (here
the umbrella trembled ympaihDiicaly ] |
forwarded You a notice Of the sane -
Though have hitherto been above poetry.
thank Heaven. added. in a moment ii
weakness, an humble verse of my own euin.
position. llere's the correct (ycrsiun,.-re.
pcats from memory)
Married-ln Goshen, February 2sih.
\ coakey, E~lp To Mis- Euphemia Wig.
gins.
Love Is the union Of two hearts.
That heats IN soiies, melody,
Time With t. msnEas imparis.
No bitter tasian 10 IL eSlacy.1
q Not much still poetry, still rhyme
Next week | got Your paper aud carried it
10 my Euphemia; We opened il, aad turned
onr eyes together 10 the marriage list
Blood aud thunder. what do We see Al
abusive, atroeious-bui no sir-I am cool"
lumbrclla giving the lie in oycry ribl-
-" Here's your Internal sheet Hear what
it says, sir | am cool, sir, and tremblc.-
"Opens the paper and reads \
Marricd-m Goshen. Fcbuuary oSth.
\. Donkey, ESP 10 Euphemia Pigsins:
Josc Is an onion of two heads.
That beats It oft and moilowy
Time with It's cabbagcs ia carts
No better ieeded 10 an extra day
What do you think Of that, sir 49,
(umbrcll' raised) Donkey, eh Piggin,
is it My poetry, eh! 1t has unncryed
me- driven me mad | can't take a walk
but ihli the snail boys, mere infants, ring gthe
hidcous chorus in my ear. Some scomdrel
has altered the nama on my sign to suit
your internal orthogaphy, Don'tapolorizo
| wun't Listen 10 anything; my house, Just
painted, is scawlcd over by horid portraits
and cmblcms, and all owing to your accurscd
work"
You're concerned, sir, don't move, on
your life. You're the destroyer Of my
hnppiness-my life, aud my Euphelnia."
With the fond name, the latng string Of
moderation snapped. lie advanced step,
struck an attitude, and then the editor, We
almost .aid-bnt no just as the family um.
brella was midway in the blow, the door
opened, and some visitor ente,cd The in.
jured man hcsitated. Here were witnesses.
Visions Of an action for assault and battery,
with big damages, and cost rose in his
mind aud the umbrella dropped harmless to
the floor. The lawyer triumphed over the
man. He turned on his heels. aud strode
out of the room, muttcTing as he went
" Failed this timc-one thing leit--libol
sut.-catch.'