The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1858-03-18
For the Courier.
"ArfstOcracy.''
"Let not ambition mock their useful toll,
= Their homely Joys and destiny obscure"

SAf1StOCraCys
"Let not ambition mock their useful toll,
Their homely joys and destiny obscure"
From communication in the Courier oil
last week, it appears that one j. is 10 mos,
distressing situation. 1t is, doubtless, well for
him.to get rid of portion of his venom; YET
he may not have taken the proper course to
attain that end. Indeed, it is unpleasant to
think that there is one brain in Ottumwa SC
very contemplate that it would have commit
ted to paper the result of such petty MALICE
Still presume that we should not judge this
man, j., too harshly, as perhaps we may new
er know what combination Of feelings or cir
cumstances prompted him. We can only
conjecture. 1t may have been the result Of
indigestion, or some Of the aristocratie ladies
may have given him the mitten, or he may
have been passed by when the ''aristocracy''
were getting up their parties, and. after brood.
ing over the slight, hit upon this plan for re-
venge.
Dear j.. give No little light on this point
and no doubt you sciA, asyou seem so anxious
to enfghten your benighted neighbors. The
Avowed reason Of the attack is because the
aristocracy choose to get up parties and 60 to
them, instead of attending at the Literary Hall
there to be edited by the astute J., and hi:
compeers. Now, my dear j., you know that
your pretended desire to benefit the "aristoc-
facyo is all humbug. You know that you
don't like them, and that love had nothing to
do with that article.
You desire auditors. is it because you wish
to benefit them, or, is it not rather in order to
crafty your own foolish vanity. It does seem
very strange, most worthy j., that a whole elias.
must be denounced in the public prints, because
they will not meekly listen to your silly raving.
and dry recitations-that wonderful medley Of
sense and nonsense, (the latter, original, thu
former, pirated.) Dear J. you pretend 10 have
learned of the aristocracv that stuff abou
pearly teeth, snowy necks, &c; now J. as YOU
know, that is not true, so just tell us, where
you did get it, now ]. be honest once, JUS
once, that's dear; was it not from that ok
yellow covered novel, over which you spent
sleepless night, not long since? Again, -,
complain of their "denouncing people, because
they CHANGED (?) TO know more than them
selves " Perhaps they do my dear j.. as tina
is very common fault nowadays, it may b,
true Of them, or il may not, cannot say, bu
you may rest assured of this, my "commol
sense" j., that they never denounced you, TO
any snch cause, even once, no not once!
You say again: "They are never seen at on
public Halls, where there is chance of thei
learning something." Indeed! To ano,hercharg
we must plead guilty, that is, under the presen
arrangement, we are partial to Ceres, an,
Minerva ought not to, (and if she is Goodies
of much perception she does not) expect tina
many votaries will flock to her Temple, Will
she permits such a Jackass as you. to officiat
at her altar. The sneers Of j., make us NOR
fully realize the humility of our sitnation.-
They have induced us to cast our eyes beyont
the sphere to which we were born, and in whicl
we have heretofore moved, and even TO con
template tie most dizzy heights to which som
mortals may attain. We there discovered OF
the topmost point, that extremely, exclusive
Coterie the real aristocracy Of Ottumwa, til
boundaries Of which, are so very circumscribe,
the portals so strictly guarded, and the estab
lished standard of intelligence so high, tina
but few mortals may ever hope TO pass tn,
charmed circle. Then how truly fortunat
are those three or four gentlemen, who ar
admitted into the presence of the Graces, ther
TO enjoy the sunshine of their smiles in end
less profusion. Dear ]. when revealing in al
the delight of feminine loneliness, and enjoyin
to the fullest extent that HFeast OF reason, an
flow of soul,' do you never cast one kindly
plying glance at the condition of those les
fortunate Of earth, those whom you ironicall
call the "Aristocracy." Dear ]. il you ca
think Of us kindly, then do not again bring t
bear all the strength Of that mighty intelles
against MS. Drop word Of encouragement o
Information, instead Of making us the object
of your [aea ] biting sarcasms. RUSTIC.
To the Rt. Hon. j.,
Priest,
Temple Of Minerva,
Yves. End.
Chapter 81.