Arkansas true Democrat., 1859-01-19

to say that he talks of dogs. vomits, and such filthy things until the divine afflatus fills him and then he sings! Ye Gods, how he sings We cannot resist giving our readers bit both of his prose and his poetry:
 "Meanwhile, the canine instinct so predom- mated that the True Democrat was tempted to return again to its vomit; to swallow-private- ly. as it were-an especial titbit of its pet heresy. It had just explained the first offence, on the score of cursory reading,' but how is the second accounted for? Perhaps it would be charitable to put it on the high ground | shadowed in these verses:
 | .Of various scraps and fragments built | Borrowed alike from fools and wits, l Dicks papers like patchwork quilt, | Made up of new, old motey bits Where, if the C.. called in their shares, If Dummy all his quota got. | If kind G. and G. took back theirs | The quilt would look but shy, God wot.
 And thus he still, new borrowings seeking, Has changed ventrloquism's trick, | For. stead of Dick through others speaking, | 'Tis others we hear speak through Dick. | Poor Dck.-and how else could it be! With notions all at random caught, | A sort of mental frica,see,
 1 Made up of legs and wings of thought The leavings of some old debate, or | dinner, long ago of wits.
 | Where Dick sate by and. like a waiter, Had the scraps for perqui~ites.'"
 We pray you mark the "shadowed" above | High ground shadowed, is good, very good, ex- 1 celently good. It is hint that oracles are speaking through him; high thoughts and in | spirations dimly finding utterance through the Tappertit mouth. The poetry is no doubt sub- lime, but it is funny if viewed in one light The charge that others speak through us sounds strange when we remember that Simon usually parades with man of straw before him into whose hollow caput he inserts the Tappertit skull and deals out his oracular sayings. After this terrible burst of poetry, in which it will be seen that Simon still avoids hurting us and tries to hit some others, and in which he endearingly calls us Dick,' we are sorry to say that the muses shut off the wind, and he decended to prose again, and very prosy prose at that. Being entirely exhausted he borrows half column of the old slang from know nothing papers, appearing only to have had energy or originality enough to substitute the phrase Central Junto'' for the word " fam ily." The same thing, so often spit out at us, we are sorry to see eaten and spit out again by Tappertit, but as it was filthy mess, we are glad to see he is rid of it. After, relieving him. self of this mess of old know nothing slang he appears to feel better and breaks out again in fresh place. He nerves himself to repeat the heresy charge, and having sworn the horse is sixteen feet high stands to it like doughty and stubborn little Tappertit that it is. Next he ashes himself into tempest and asks question which we intend fully to answer, and when we do we expect another storm. For the part that Mr. Tappcrtit bore in that memo rable caucus would have crushed a real giant, let alone such an exceedingly little one as our "dear Simon." Indeed, We would be surprs- ed, if anything tha. he can do could surprise us, at his even alluding to that matter. Above all men on earth, we supposed that he would be the last who would wish the subject mentioned. In good time we shall give a true history of that affair and freely express our opinion. = Moreover, the course of Mr. Tappertit and his new found allies so far as it concerns ourself might be permitted to go on until it had burnt itself out, but as others are concerned and as the plot is aimed not only at us but at the great majority of the democratic party, we shall be compelled to notice them at length. In so do- ing it may be necessary to review some of the events in the life of our friend Simon, to hold him up awhile to public gaze. We shall hang l,,t,, l,,+ d. Tryip of one of the Governors of New Amsterdam that he swung up little criminals in the middle, on the gallows, and after awhile released them. This we shall have to do to you and it is your own fault. When this is done, shall ex- pect an epic poem; nothing short of hundred verses will satisfy us.
 But the close of Simon's article that we have been referring to is the most singular of all.- Again he breaks forth in verse. but as far as we can judge it is of himself he now sings. In the prose he refers to himself as " His dear Simon' and the His" in the poetry immediately fol- lowing evidently means the same. Here it is:
 In that connection, and as parting sou venir, we offer these lines, dedicated to him by his 'dear Simonn
 His talent is to play the fool:--
 How well the part k it
 For one who prints. as ' riducle,"
 Low, alcoholic wit,
 That recks of orders of the still,
 The pot house and the street,
 An smells of strychine-sure to kill
 The hound that vomits it."
 Inasmuch as he says he is our" dear Simon" he will let us give him this advice. If by the H. ] I III. Il. nine whisky, he means that this poetry iS the result of the inspiration drawn from that stuff, let us beg him not to use it. Try old Bourbon. If that does not make the rhymes come, let them stay We can do without poetry, but how could the world progress without Tappertit?- If kills the hound that vomits it, do not touch it for aU poets are not immortal. Think how much depends on your precious life! There are ever so many expectants whose hopes of office depend on you. The next Governor; next Con- gressmen, yes, for years to come; the next mem- bers of the General Assembly; in fact down to land agents, county officers and constables, have you not to say who shall be elected and who de- feated? Eschew, we beseech you, the vile stuff and five cannot have the poetry without your sacrificing yourself, we must do without it, Your poetry is sweet, but the name of Tap pertit is sweeter. But if you fail in politics then you can take to the new trade of poe try and "warble your wood notes wid.' We will do our best to encourage you and spread your fame. And at last, when life becomes wearisome, the gentle Tappertit shall lay his head on our bosom and like the dying swan, his soul shall exhals in strain of delicious, plaintive melody.
 0T We were so unfortunate as to stir the bile of the innocent changing who edits the Gazette by reference to his former occupa- tion. He holds up his bleeding knuckles and tries to awake sympathy by saying that Gc- vernon Conway rapped them. There is a very singular fact connected with that stripping. His whole life is pervaded by one fecling-ha- tired to Gov. Conway. In his writings, talkngs, mutterings, and attempts to think that one idea