Thibodaux minerva., 1855-03-17
The Lamentation of me, Doesticks.
SEVENTY HUNDRED AND ONE, NARROW STREET,
New YORK JAM %, 1855.

Sorrow is upon the heart, heavy grief upon
the soul, and great afhction in the home O
me, Doesticks. My friend, the charm of my
chamber, the comforter Of my lonely hours, the
treasure of my heart, the light of my eyes, the
sunshine of my existence, the borrower of my
clean shirts and Sunday pantaloons, the per-
manent clothing and fancy goods debtor of my
life, is no more. My sack cloth garment is not
yet complete my tailor having disappointed me;
but dust and ashes lie in alternate strata, un-
disturbed on the head of me, Doesticks Weep
with me, sympathising world bear helping
hand to lift away this heavy load Of sorrowful
sorrow, of woeful woe, of bitter bitterness, of
agonizing agony, of wretched wretchedness, and
torturing torture which now affiicts with its
direfsl weight the head of me, Doestciks.
grieve, mourn, lament, | weep, suffer, l
pine, droop, sink, l despair, l writhe in
agony, feel bad. 7-.srs l.--#z z... -
DamphooJ has departed this life.
He is buried, but he is not dead he is
entombed, but he is still alive. After a me-
tropolitan existence of few months had par
TALLY relieved him of his rural verdure: after
having seen with appreciating eyes the suburbs
of a town which alone contains the entire and
undivided Elephant, he has voluntarily exiled
himself to stagnant village in the Western
Wilderness sleepily ambitious little townlet,
vaialy, for many years, aspiring to the dignity
of cityhood, but which still remains very
baby Of a city, not yet, (mctaphorically speak
ing) divested Of those rudimentary triangular
garments peculiar to weaklings in an unde-
yeloped state-witheut energy enough to cry
when it is hurt, or go aheaditiveness sufficient
to keep its nose clean.
A somnambulistic town-for in spite of all
the efforts made for its glorifcation, it has
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drowsiness-a very Rip Van Wrinkle of q town,
now in the midst Of its twenty years nap, and
which will arouse some time and find itself so
dilapidated that its former friends won't re-
cegnise ia town which actualises that ancient
fable Of the hare and tortoise-and, trusting in
its capability and speed, has gone fast asleep at
the beginning of the course, only to awake
some future day to the fact that all her tortoise
neghbors have passed it on the way, and it has
been distanced in the race, rather than be dis
turbed in its comfortable snooze. A very
sepucher of town, into which, if would be
yoyager in the stream of earnest life be cast
away and stranded, he is as much lost to the
really hiring world, as if he were embalmed with
oriental spices, and shelved away in the darkest
tomb of the Pharaohs. town whose future
greatness exists only in the Imagination of its
deluded habiters, whose enterprise and public
spirit are as fabulous as the Phoenix. A town
which will never be city, save in name, until
telegraphs, railroads, colleges, churches, libra
ries and busy warehouses become Indigenous to
the soil of the Wolverines, and spring like
mushrooms from the earth, without the aid Of
human mind to plan. or human will to nurse
the work, or human hand to place one single
stone
For, sooner than this dormant town shall be
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now doze away their time within its sleepy
limits, the dead men Of Greenwood shall rise
from their messy graves and pile their marble
monuments into tradesman's market-house.
Yet here has the late lamented Damphool
resolved to bury himself, establishing thereby
An andisputed title to the expressive name he
pears; and can only hope that in his exile
some stray newspaper may be wrecked within
ms reach, that Ae may come to know the present
heaftielt lament Of me, Doestickg.
nave ever tried, Q mighty Damphool, to
iorgve thy faults and overlook thy frailties!
some have insinuated that thou vert selfish, |
ssen unto meanness-"guien sabe2" Some
ave SAID that thou vert lazy, but such have
never seen the eat. What though thea vert
sSOppish Spp to degree! / could forgive thy
o0snghai coats, thy two-acre turn-down collars.
snd my pantaloons so tight thou hadst to pull
ssn S:sa on with boot-hooks thy gorgeous cravat,
.ilh Its bow projecting on either side like i |
slkea wing; thy lemon-colored kids; thy cam
.1k of'ck hbandkerchicfs, dripping with compounds
me unknown and thy blanket shawl, which |
maae thee resemble half-breed Scothman. / |
1oalo overlook the boarding -schoolism of the |
snss Nsncyish /" Journal filed with noetrv
Islsc'ed of the press, with unmeaninr nrose.
WI, WIN ayspeptlc complaints Of hard fortune. or
oslrons eeplnngs It thy lot, and all the senseIess
Alsiaess which thou didst inscribe thera;n
eouid endure the affected airs which tbo,, a;a..
assume before the lady boarders that tuS. thaa
might think and call thee Poet .hs shs... ..oy
alr the appearance Of being lost in thonght .nS
ane sudden recovery Of thy traant Wits v;,hs
spasmodic start; the shirt-collar loosa :. az
asck, and turned romantically devn eva. ~ az
"st the long hair brushed back heb;.a ~.
1esesable ears, toshow thy s.marble forese.d /
could admire that lf-appreciation Of personal
snsims which made thee certain all the vo,,,..
.sales were smitten unto matrimony with the
1eciaaticns. a - '' ~
.s g. faithful vert thou in thy astronomical
cvst s.sous how constant to thy first love-fried
1913; and how attentive to the choice of Inv
H.. Hs.sf 3adgment-boiled turkey. with celery
.;.l slsaveslng in thy economy, never part;ny
s;s,s.s ! 0l1as N charity. in generosity. or n
! .y IN g'fs; but only disbursinr the s.me = for ~
a@''saess = the wherewithal to decorate