The Weekly comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1853-1855, 1854-08-13
NO. ID.

hope, before we die, on other soil,
where The avenger Of wrongs cap take
his redress. sail for Europe in a
few days During my absence shall
spend some tmo in the great city Of
Paris, and | will make it my special
business TO be presented to the En-
peror of the French, and will bespeak
you most kindly to his Imperial
Hiehness. As you have recently
gone largely into the red pepper trade,
| have no doubt but that the Empe-
ror could be induced to exchange The
products Of Cayenne for copys of your
spicy Journal.
In case the good people Of Boston
should (as | am told are likely to do,)
to expell you from their midst and
send you off as vagrant wanderers on
unhospitable shores, write mo TO Baton
Rouge; you have my address, and |
will, unto you, some bowels Of com
passion show. | will employ you
both as overseers Of my negroes. |
think you would make admirable dri
vers-the worst abolitionists generally
do, But remember you must leave
off that abomnable habit of using rcd
pepper Our negroes won't stand
that Like we'll breed soldiers and
good sailors, they never object to whole
some punishment, when properly in
aicted. With a broad brim Panama
hat, a check-shirt, and negroe whip,
| tbinL you would cut quite as respec-
table an appearance as you do now,
the miserable quill drivers Of on abo-
Iition Press. To tell you the truth
gentlemen, You may not know it, but
you are in very bad odor among your
neighbors. Red peppe7 can't posi-
bly, save YOU. | am told that nine
teuths of the citizens Of Boston loathe
and despise You, and the other tenth
use you as their dirty tool. What
pity--that the beautiful city Of
Boston, the Athens of America, tho
Home of Science, of Industry, Of
Wealth and Beauty, should be blurred
and blotched by such moral cxcre-
scence as your paper No character
i stoo pure, no intentions too honorable,
no age to venerable, no grave too
hallowed agairst the Shiny touSh of
your arpyhands. Beware the Of
Actaon stares you in the face. Ma
rat was n fanatic-he died ut the
hand of fanatic. Already You have
made a narrow escape The military
came nigh firing into your Office on o
memorable occasion ofred pepper no.
toriety, and your hides may yet smart
with the same 'piquant sauce" pre-
pared for others IN conclusion, adieu
One word of advice before we part.
Don't tell 50 many baId-headcd lies
in your paper. Never tell your readers
again that "Sims was whipped to death
and that Burns was never the proper
ty of Col Scuttle." People won't be-
lieve such stuff. If you must lie, why
in Heavens name lie d1sc1ectly! Lie
circumstant1ally, but don't lie dl-
rectly / will send you q lock of my
hair a memcnto of my kindest regards,
May you and your confrere, Mr.. Jones,
(the colored gentleman Of rerac1ous
memory,) have a delightful time du
ring my absence aud although YOU
will not dine, as | shall, with Queens
and Emperors, still [ shall expect you
to kick up row occasionally at Fa-
neual Hall, and steal negroe or two
by way of keeping your bands in aud
the public mind on the "qui viye.,"
1t is finally my sincere wish and de-
sire that you and his SnbIe Wvshap
may still continue to affiliate and
hang together in concord, or any 9th
er sort Of cord, and in death may yon
be undivided
With many marhs of regard, beg
you ever to remember me,
Your Stakeholder to command.
II. W. ALLEN, Of La.
Cambridge, July II, 1854.