The Trinity times., 1855-03-17
The Lamentations of Me,
Doesticks.
Seventy Hundred and One, Narrow st,
NEW YoRK, Jan. 90, 1868.

Seventy Hundred and One, Narrow st,
NEW YoRK, Jan. 80, 1868.
Sorrow is upon the heart, heavy griel
upon the soul, and great ahlcton in the
home Of me, Doeslicks. NV friend, the charm
of my chamber, the comforter of my lone
" hours. the treasure of my heart, the lieht
Of my eyes, the sanshine Of my existence.
the borrower OF my clean shirts and my
Sunday panialoons, the permanent clothing
and fancy goods debtor of my life, is no
more. My sackcloth garment is not as yet
complete, my tailor heving disappointed me;
but dust and ashes lie in alternate strata un-
disturbed upon the head of me, Doesticks.
Weep with me sympathizng world bear "A
helping hand to lift away this heavy load of
sorrowful sorrow, of Woefu woe, Of bitter
bitterness, of agonizing agony, of wretched
wretchedness, and torturing torture, which
now aficts with its drciul weight the he~d
of me, Doesticks. grieye, mourn, | la
ment, weep. ! suffer, pine. ! droop, | sink
despair. wrthe in agony, | feel bad.
Ddmphool has departed this life.
lie is buried, but he is no. dead; he is en-
tonbed, but he is still alive. After metro
ppIitan existence of few months had par
TALLY relieved him of his rural verdure; af-
ter having seen with approaching eyes the
suburbs of town which alone contains the
entire and undivided Elephant, he has voun-
eaFly exiled himself to stagnant village in
the Western wllderness-a sleepy ambitious
little townlet vainly, for many years, aspir-
ing to the dignity Of cityhood, but which still
remains very baby Of city not yet (meta-
phorically speaking) divested Of those rud-
dimentary triangular garments peculiar to
weaklngs in an undcveloped state-without
energy enough to cry when it is hurt, or go
aheadsm sufficient 10 keep its hose clean.
A sonnambulistic town--ior in spite Of all
the efforts made for its Qualification, it has
obstnately refused TO shake off its municipal
drowsiness--a very Rip Van Wrinkle OF IA
town, now in the midst Of its twenty years
nap. and which will arouse some time and
find itself so dilapida,cd that its former
friends won't recognize it-a town which ac
tualzes that ancient fable Of the hare aud
toroise-and, trusting in its capabity Of
of speed, has gone fast asleep at the begin
ming Of the course, ouJ 10 awake GONE fu
ture day ~ the fact that all her tortoise
neighbors have passed it on the way, and it
has been di,tanced in the race, rather than
be disturbed in its comfortable snooze. A
very scpulcher Of q town, into which. if Il
would be vGyagcr in the stream Of earnest
lie be cast away and stranded, he is as much
lost to the really liriHg world, as if he were
cmbalmed with oriental spices, and shelvcd
away in the darkest tomb of the Pharaohs.
! \ town whose future greatness exists only
! in the imagination Of It's deuded hablter,
enterprise and public spirit are rs fabulous as
the Phoenix. A town which will never be a
city, save in name, until telepraphs railroads,
colleges, churches, libraries aud busy ware
houses become Indigenous TO 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 urge the
worS, or human haud to. place one single
stone.
For. sooner than this dormant town shall
J be matured into hourislinQ City By the
men who uow doze away Utir time within
its sleepy limits, the men Of Greenwood shall
rise nom their messy grnyes aud aud pile
their malble monuments into a tradesmen 8
marbc house.
I Yet here has the late amentcd Damphool
rcsloycd to bury himself, establishing there
by an undisputed title to the expressive
name he bears; aud can only hope that in
his exile some stray newspaper may be
wrecked with in his reach. that he may coue
10 know the present heartfelt lament Of me
Doestlcks.
have ever tried, 0 mighty Damphool, to
forgive thy fapts and overlook Thy ffaltos
Some have insnualcd that thou wort self
ish. even unto meaness-''gui'n rub -
some have said that thou vert lazv, but sucl
have never seen thee eat. " hat though ihol
vert foppi-h 10 de2aoe,--l could ioreis,
thy Shanghai coats thy two-aere turn dowr
collars, and thy pantalaons 50 tight tho'
badst 10 pui thcm On with boot hooks; thy
gorgeous cravat, with is bows projecting or
either side Ike a slkcn wing; thy lemon col
ored kids ihy caubric handkerchieis drip
ping with compounds to me unknown: and thy
blanket shawl, which made thee resemble
holEbreed Scolchman. ! could overlook th'