Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1855-11-20

people of BanEor are in bereaved condition.
The reverend and respected Mr.. Weaver, a
gentleman boiling four municipal offices. and
incumbent OF sundry other places of dignity
and emolumtnt. has stepped, in style of
great celebrity into terra iRcogaifa. Not to
put hne poat upon it, the reverend Weaver
has abscondet He was City Marshal Gen
eralissimo of the Grand Order of United
Watehmen, and member of various learned,
religious. beievolent. reformstoTy, and de-
teclive societis: but al these ties could not
restrain him-he has stepped. Possibly he
was prevailedupon to disappear by fear of
meeting with fate similar to that of his IL
lustrious namssske in good old colony times,
who was, on musicsl readers viii Temem-
Der, hung in his own yarn. Not that Mr..
Weaver was guilty of any killing, save that
of the liquor If which he was the official Gus
todian. That however, it now appears. he
was very seve,e upon. He not only punished
the seller, bu in cellar he also punished the
liquor, which IN the eyes of the BangoTean
burghers, was very high offence committed
IN very low place. Weaver was the Cesar
of liquors TO that city, with difference;
true, he conquered them, but they in the end
conquered Inn Like a faithful officer lie
committed item to his own stomach; but un-
fortunately tley went to a place from which
there could b. no return. He destroyed them,
and now they have destroyed him. They ran
first, and he ran afterwards. Il appears that
MIR. Weaver specially commissioned to keep
the creature out Of other peoples throats,
could not KEEP It out of his own. We have
all heard of wicked barons, who, Selling up
the most viTtuous OF their sex, would, in bar
barous times, shut them up in gloomy cells,
and then visit them with the most insulting
offers of marriage Mr.. Weaver, after
grand confscation OF liquors, would place
those vessels of wrath in room prepared for
their reception but, at a convenient season
Csay about II O'Clock a. II. OF 1 o'clock P.
NJ he would enter the dungeon, and iibeI-
ate the choicest OF them on condition of their
being instantly swallowed He would throw
off the official dignity, the pomp, pride, and
Circumstance, the beadle- ma esty, the divinity
whics hedges City Marshal, and surround
ed by his staunch retaines, he would swig
the flowing can. "Nimc est bibenEan,,' be
would say, suiting the action to the word
Nobody can Tell what jolly go-rounders they
have had in the Bangor bastle.
Old Bishop Corbett, the iolliest of English
eccleslastics, used 10 descend into his cellar,
and exclaining, as he Invested himself Lie
there, cassock lie there crozier !" he would
bestride butt of Xxx with his unepiscopiz-
ell legs, and drink himself into a lofty condi-
ton. So we suppose Mr.. Weaver, on enter.
ing the official zap, would toss his truncheon
into one corner, and his commission into
another, and proceed to smile with astonish
ing vigor, surrounded by his merry men. In
fortunately his power OF bibation was limited,
and some Of the liquor exceedingly poor. This
double distilled poison, full enough of nur
rOmiea to have made Mithridates succumb.
the wicked marshal, we regret 10 say, was in
the habit Of returning to the weeping and
thirsty owner for consideration. For five
dollars Paddy O'Flaherty could have back his
"heart's darint," his ravished "drap of the
crathur," hig hoggin of cerulean destruction.
There was fixed tariff bottles paid so much,
and demijohns double This might not have
awakened tie wrath of the city fathers, but
unfortunately Weaver with great prudence
put the money into his own pocket, and wise.
ly refrained from saying anything about it,,
1t became quite evident that Mr.. Weaver was
himself in need of special prohibitive law;
some ST these doings leaked OUT Mr.. W. was
called upon to answer, which he did bv de-
parting with velocity. A5jit, erupit. euastt-
he cut, run, stepped.-Those who had shared
in his festivities, and gathered with him round
the social barrel, instead of going of, confess
ed their golngs on, and crooking the hinges of
the knees, acknowledged the oft repeated
crooking of the elbows.
Ofcourse nobody but fool would charge
the heavy drafts of Marshal Weaver to the
Maine Law, any more than he would charge
the sins Of the reverend Weaver to the account
OF the church. There is something, however,
very droll in the whole affair. We all knew
that the law would require amendment, but
hardly anticipated clause 10 keep the contis-
Gated Otard out of the claws of The coniscat.
or. Such provision, however, seems to be
necessary. Our good friends in Bangor must
look out for an officer in whom there is no
guile-one who can be trusted with unguag-
ed gallons-one, in short, paradoxical as it
may seem, who viii be afraid Of his prison.
ers.-Atkas.