The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1862-11-20
A WAR MEETING.
BY ARTEMUS WARD,

Our complaint just now is war meetin s
They've been h.vin EN- bed in varis parts
of our cheerful Republic, and materially
we caught EN- here in Baldinsville.-
They broke out all over US. They are
better attended han the eclipse was.
! remember how folkes poured into our
town last spring TO see the eclipse. They
labored into an impression that they
could mt see it to home. and so they came
up TO our place. | cleared very hand
some amount by exhibitin' the eclipse TO
EN- in an open top tent. But the crowd
is bigger now. Posey county is aroused.
| may say indeed, that the pray hay -borie~
OF Iojianny are on fire.
Our big meetin' came off the other nigh;
and our old friend of the Bugle was elect
ed Cheerman.
The Bugle Horn of Liberty is one OF
Baldlhviles most eminentest Institutions
| The advertisements are well written, and
the marriages and deaths are conducted
with signal ability. The editor Mr.. Sink
ers; is polished SARCASTIC writer Folks
in these parts will not soon 'orget how he
used up the Eagle of Freedom. Il family
Journal published at Scootville near here
The controversy was about plank road.
The road may be, as our cotemporary
says, humbug; but our aunt isn't bald
heded, and we hav mt got one-eyed sister
Sal! Wonder i the editor Of the Eagle
of Freedom sees it?" This used up the
Eag le Of Freedom Teller, because his aunt $
he'd does present skinned appearance. and
his sis.,r Sarah is very much e-eyed.-
For gentcl home thrust Mr.. Slinkers
has few ekaS. He is a man of great pluck
likewise. He has a fierce nostril, and
believe upon my soul hat if it wasn't alb
solootely necessary for him to remain here.
ard announce in his paper from week to
week, that "our Government is about to
take wig 'rous measures TO put down the
rebellion II believe upon my soul. this
ilustrious man would enlis: as Brgadier
Gin'ral and Ct his bounty.
was fxin myself up to attend the
great war meeting, when my darter enter
ed with young man evidently from the
,i'y, and who wore 'oag hair, and wildex
preston into his eye. In one hand he
carried port folio. anil his other paw
clasped bunch IF small brushes. Ny
dar:er interiuced him us Mr. Sweiber, the
distinguished landscape painter from Phil
adrlphy. He is an artist papa. Here Is
one Of his master peces-a young mother
gazing admirably upon her first born. >
and my darter showed n reely purity pic
tur done in lie "Is it not beautiful, papa!
He throws so much of his soul into hi-
work
Does he? does he?' said I--''well
reckon lii better hire him to white ewash
charge, sir" | continued. "to throw some
soul into my lence?'
Ny darter went out Of the room in very
short meter, takin the artist with her and
from the emphatca manner in which the
door slam'd, | concluded she was summit
disgusted with my remarks. She closed
the door | may say in Nolics. | went in
to the closet and Iarfed all alone by my.
self for over half an hour. l larfei so vi
ently that the preserve Jars ratified like q
cavalry oflisser's sword and things. which
it aroused my Betsy, who came and open d
the dore pretty suddint. She seized me
by the few lonley hairs that still lngel
sadly upon my barefocted head, and drag
ged me out of the closet. incidentally ob.
serving that she didn't see but what sh,
should be compelled at her advanced stage
Of life, to open an assilum for sooperannu.
aIed idiots
My wife is one of the best wimmin on
this continent. altho' she isn't always as
gentle as lamb with mint sauce. Nc
not alwaJs.
But to return to the war meetin' Ii
was largely attended. The editor of the
Bugle arose and got up and said the fact
could no longer be disguised that We were
involved in war sIHuman pore" said
he "is ilowin." All able bodied men
sho' ID scze the musket and march to the
tented field. lrepea it sir; to the tented
field"
A voice--"Why don't you go yourself
you old blow hard?"
IL am identified, young man, with the
Arkcmedian lever which moves the world
said the editor, wi ping his auburn brow
with his left coat tail; l allude, young mar