The daily comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1850-1856, 1855-08-18
DoeseScIxs hes Written his own Llfs.

Doesticks, has at length got
through the press. his own auto
biography. He says in his preface
In a literary point Of view this book
claims nothing:
This is the manufacturers asser-
ton
Ina literary point Of view this
work amounts to nothing.
This will be tho readers conclu-
sion.
upon investigating the matter for
himself, he will eventually be compel
led to acknowledge the verify Of his
remark; and will, at the same time
bear q strong testimoney to the sagac-
ity Of the publisher, who has put his
trust in nothing-for he 'ciN haze
bought the book.
This work simply processes to the
sketches Of various persons, places,
and events-some of which have been
published, and some have not +;
some arc bad and some arc worse /;
but all have claim to originality in
treatment, although tho same things
may have been better said by better
people.
This book, like Hodges razors,
was made to sell ;" and if the some
time good natured world will pay the
price, and have its huge grim smile
over these unlocked fancies-although
in q political, moral or utillitarian
sense It will have gained nothing-it
will in literal, if not literary point
of view. loose nothing.
It is not pretended that this volume
is work Of inspiration, or that any
of it has been revealed by accommo-
dating "Spirits through the "Med-
ium of those cracked.brained mas
culine women, or addle-headed femin-
inc men, who profess to act as go-be-
tweens from Earth to Spirit World.
No part Of it has been raped I"
out by uneazy tables, or thumped out
by dancing chairs (; DR.. Franklin did
mt dictate it; Napoleon wasn't consul
ted about it; Cardinal R;chelieu did
MT have a finger in it; George the
Third didn't have anything to do
with it; Shakespeare didn't suggest
in it; and Benedict Arm
old didn't know anything about it.
For weeds l have been haunted
perpetually by q voice-not still
small voice but a large voice, a
voice; avoice vociferous,
unctuous, and ever present, and with
al insinuating and not wholly dis
tasteful. It has been constant in my
ear, suggesting pleasing hopes and
fanciful desires and though its notes
were often varied, yet ever was the
theme the same and the constant
burden of that ceaseless song was
" Write book! write a book! !"
And in dreams, too, visions good
looking ladies, with wings, came to
my 7x0 chamber and whispered in
my ear, and they too said, "Write a
book! write a book !'-and one, |
thought, with versi-colored plumage,
with her finger on her lip, quoted
the perpetually murdered Shakespeare
and no doubt, with an
eye to success of the volume aforesaid
and said, suiting with fairy like
gesture, the action to the world, l
could a tale unfold" And plucking
q snowy quill, she came it to me,
as did all the rest, Write
a book write a book!"
Awoke-put on my pantaloons and
boots, and lin my shirt sleeves sat
down to cogitate. Result, is, that l
shall use the lengthy Quill shall
except the pressing invitation Of the
Goddess Of Fame; and in order most
to distinguish, or er-tin-
guish myself hereby with malace
aforethought, and the penalty Of a
failure before my eyes, I sit down to
write a book. !
Nv book shall be full of love and
poetry, to suit the fast young la
dies, and shall be written in eazy
words Of two syllables, to meet the
necessities of the "last" young men.