The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1864-07-29

at all From the first step to the last
there is not only dirt, but the diriest
kind of dirt, and the walls, partitions,
etc, are creased, mixed, daubed and
defled until greasing linking, daubing
and de6ling can no further GO Then
the passages are dark and marrow, run
ming off into mysterious corners filed
with rubbish, and after climbing of
many stories, lead to the editorial and
composing rooms. Mr.. Brooks is n
slap-dash,ungrammatical writer, full of
feeling, honest and independent. But
he does so much with the scissors, that
he has little room for any elaboration
of his own ideas, and as he has become
expert in the use of the one, he has
grown rusty in the management of the
other.
GroRdE WILKES. -Associating with
horsejockeys, prize fighters, and the
sports generally, has failed to make
George Wilkes, editor Of Wilkes SPIRIT
+ Of The Times, look like the fraternity
You never find him with all the colors
4 of the rainbow in his attire, no pound
or two of watch chain, and no swagger
He has n genteel, quiet appearance,
and, usually wearing plain black suit,
he might pass for a city parson. For
merly his face was intellectual and
handsome, but since an attack of the
smallpox his good looks have disap-
peared His eye is quick, and his ex-
preston half smiling and half con-
temptuous. He is man of large IN
formation about the sporting people
and all public characters, picked up in
a very extensive acquaintanceship with
such persons, and in varied and adj
ventuous career. He has brave but
vindictive nature. To his friends he
is true, steadfast, and ever reliable; to
his enemies bitter and unrelenting.
Like the Italian, he waits long and pa
tiently for his opportunities, and no
man ever does him an injury who does
not get his full pay with compound in
terest. He can't be frightened or
bought when he sets about thing
with determination His pen is sup
posed to be dipped in ink but the fluid
that rolls from it is fire and birthstone.
This has been well shown in a long
series of military and political articles
which have appeared in his paper,
which have been written in vein of
denmciation and sarcasm unapproach-
ed by any other writer The manner
in which he uses the English language
upon those who fall under the ban of
his disapprobation makes the flesh
crawl like it does at the sound of the
lash decorating the human back
NATHANIEL P. Willis. Alas, dear
Willis that the rose should lose It's
perfume and that poets should fade
Can it be that the rheumatic, shattered,
decayed individual that we see on
Broadway is the gay, dashing gallant
Of days gone by Sad sight is it, in
deed sad as are the withered rose
leaves that futter in the moaning wind
A face never large, but rosy and glad
some, is now punched, wrinkled and
saddened. The locks that once curled
so much to his own satisfaction, and
the distraction of all the boarding
school girls Of the country are now
sprinkled with gray, and hang as for
lorn as an old maids The eyes that
once spoke like his tongue, in poetry
and love, have now sunk away in their
sockets, and require spectacles to as
sist him in his ordinary avocations
He has small, delicate hands, which he
nurses, softens and bleaches, and ex-
hibits to the envy of men and the adj
miration of the fair sex. He dresses
in some odd suit, seemin ly, and, the
better to attract attention, wraps up
his neck with launty scarf taking all
the care, as to folding and the hanging
of the ends, as is common with fastid-
ious ladies. He walks with a careful,
measured tread as if picking his way
among eggs, the real occasion for
which being that he is rather unsettled
on his rheumatic legs Alas, dear
Willis we say again. We remember
thee becurled, befrizzled and perfumed,
strutting like a peacock, and admired
like one. We can see thee gaunt con
sumptive, rheumatic, seedy, rudely
iostled, and almost tumbled over, in
the crowds that know thee not. We
read thy poetic interweayings, as fresh
and fragrant as when penned, and we
are saddened to think that thy beauty
and glory are dead.
FANNY FERN.- Fanny Fern is the
wife of Mr. James Parton, once editor
of the Home journal, and since author
of various popular biographies She
is also the sister of Willis and by her
he had a pen-and-ink portrait drawn
in such accurate though startling colors,
that the likeness has since been vivid
in the public mind. Fanny can be
seen ON Broadway almost any day,
with her daughter, and often accom-
panied by n negress, bearing the child
of another now deceased, who was the
wife of that jovial Bohemian known as
"Dostics." Fanny is not young now
wrinkles have ruthlessly intruded
into her brow and cheeks, and the Sc
dateness of maturity is becoming more
and more apparent in all her actions.
She has pale complexion, tinged to
yellow, and light, wavy hair. She
moves with a brisk step, with rapid
and general observation of everything
about her, and a face animated and
pleasant. To Judge her by her writing,
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