The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1855-09-13
Dead and Buried.

We rather regret having salu Woru YES /
terday about the Junior editor of the Louisville
Democrat, if anything we could say might
in any manner have the effect to make him or
his friends feel any a0orse than they must now
do. We had no idea Prentice would consent
to utterly demolish the little left of this mighty
man. But he has done So and so completely
wiped out Mr. Hughes by torrent of good
humored but most slashing satire and ridicule,
be said to exist except in the memory of an
outraged public. 1t is astonishing, that
knowing Prentice as he did, he should have
openly and foolishly exposed himself to what
he has received He had better have suffered
a dozen sound thrashings, and went with both
eyes in mourning year for battles lost. To
illustrate what kind of man this Hughes of the
Democrat is, We give the reasons contained In
Prentice's article, for Hughes non-attendance
at the Ex-Gorernors dinner last Saturday:
He went badly intoxicated to Batmen's
livery stable in the afternoon and ordered his
horse and buggy, the same horse and buggy
that bad BBiGa F o Spch capital time IN bearing
stable, hoping airing i4 s6Ir ~
him take ride, but he returned after a wflhYiise
great deal drunken for the trip. Soon after
dark, then about half past seven, Mr. c., high
ly respectable gentleman, reported to be lead
ing Know Nothing, was passing the stable
when one of the men in it, a well-known citi-
zen, said to him, "there is a friend of yours out
in the backyard ''Who is it?" said Mr. c.
Suppose you go look at him." was the reply
Mr.. c. walked back, and there, right on a huge
pile of green horse manure, stretched out like a
dead dog or mass of carrion, lay the misera-
BILE Ierrier. Defiled from head to foot with
about an equal mixture of the horse manure
and his own, his red and bl5ated face so coverd
with vomit as to resembles half-ione beef-steak
smothered in scrambled eggs, he lay so mo-
tionless that Mr.. c., fearing he was dead; put
his ear; in spite Of the eoneatenation of stencil
es and stinks, close down to his mouth to hear
if he was breathing. Hearing low faint
breath, evidently almost the last he called to
one of the gentlemen to know why they did
not remove the wretehed creature to some
other place. Mr.. NJ, the gentleman appealed
to, replied that the fellow had been drinking
so long that they had lost all manner of SYM
pathy for him. "But,'' said Mr.. c., ''he must
lbe removed, else he will never wake; the am
monia, exhaled from the horse-manure will
dead now" With some difficulty, the dis
lgusting task of removing the foul mass of or
dure and beastliness was affected; and the
thing was laid in little recess of the stable
used as sleeping niche for the negroes of the
concern. Word was sent to the Democrat
office that the thing was there, and that it
must be taken away, but the Democrat office
returned word that it must remain till it got
sober Mr.. c. passed by again two hours af-
forwards, and holding his nose, peeped in, and
there the thing still lay as unconscious as at
first, and very likely it lies there yet. We
presume its article in yesterdays Democrat is
something that it threw UP; vomited, disgorged,
while lying in the back yard. But whatever
it may forget hereafter, it ought at least to bear
in mind that its life was saved last Saturday
night by member of the American party,
one Of the terrible Order of Know Nothings,
and never again speak of the Order except
with gratitude and affection II should res
member thatXs life, its rcpIe We frcm the Devil,
has been secured twice in enc little month by
secret; oath-bound societies'-first by the
Masons in Know Nothing peril, and second
lily by the Know Nothings in horse-dung
peril, and devote the rest of its existence to
I the eulogy Of secret, oath-bourd societies"
If any of our fellow-citizeus think that we
have misrepresented or in the slightest degree
exaggerated the affair of Saturday night Zone
of manyl let them inquire either Of Mr.. c.. or
of Mr.. III. and Mr. B. at the livery stable
And, be it remembered, the fellow, of whose
condition we have spoken; is the mail agent of
the q. s. Government for the city of Louisville
the parsonage employed at high salary by
the Postmaster General to superintend the
transportation of letters and papers from this
point in all directions! How long, OH Mr..
Postmaster General, will you abuse our pa
i tiencef
EXPLOSION OF A FIREWORKS MANUFACToBY.
About halfpast two O'Clock yesterday after