, 1864-04-23
BLOwISG OFF AGAIN.

or oil the causes that conspire to blind
Mans erring Judgment and misguided mind,
What the weak head with strongest bias rules
Is pride; the never.failing vice Of fools.
PoPE.
Our neighbors, the enterprising editors
of the Seattle Gazette, (Olla and Watt have
become infatuated with the songs Of In
spector the bard of the Wilderness, and
solicit another stroke Of his Tyre. Now we
are willing to write for the amusement Of
our friends, if they can find any amuse-
ment in our humble style, but we cannot
devote too much time in entertaining every
monkey that sees fit to cut caper. But
if our neighbor at the head Of navigation
will donate something worth while in pay
ment for our labor, and convince us by
some sane act that he is not crazy, or de-
ranged in his upper story, We will then en-
deavor to favor him with another poem or
perhaps romance, as he is SO fond Of ram
bling. But before entering upon SO ardu-
Gus duty, it will be necessary that medi-
cal examination be made by practical
physician as to his sanity, aud certified to
by justice Of the peace or some other
functionary duly authorized by law. Not
withstanding, however, We have seen innu-
merable paragraphs in the Gazette, written
by the defendant, endeayoriDg to establish
some grounds for sanity, yet still more are
We under the conviction that insanity has
grasped him with hooks of steel. In every
issue Of the Gazette he sets up defence
that he is not crazy. What better proof do
We require Of his insanity? Were he sound
on the goose, he would not harp on it, but
his defence is one that all brainless idiots
make. lie now invokes the good spirits
Of his subscribers to come forward and help
him out Of the hell in which he has
plunged himself, but as they don't come to
taw, there seems to be weeping and wall
ing and gnashing Of teeth. Still Wat.
don't understand it. That alone shows a
lack of judgment, for if he published de-
cent paper it would not be so; but what hope
is there left? Hepromises when he enlarges
his sheet to be more hostile than ever-and
his subscribers begin to think that his neu-
tral sheet has been quite hostile enough to
the interests Of the Territory generally
How delightful it would be If Seattle had
a nice influential journal, One that would
harmonize with the balance Of the jour
mails on Puget Sound. But instead thereof
the Garsne man kicks up devil of a muss
about nothing, and wants to slay every
body, as Samson slew the Philistines, with
the jawbUne Of an ass. 1t is astonishing
how SO much combustible matter has re-
manned for SO long a time confined in SO
small a compass. One would suppose that
spontaneous combustion would take place
at once, but, like the fires of Ena, they
have become smothered by their own heat.
Now he appears in new garb, and throws
down the glove as poet laureate Of Wash
ington Territory. We admire his rhyme,
but detcst his meter. Our modesty would
compel us to omit one word in the first
stanEa; but the last line we can pardon, as
il is evident that an attack Of Squak fever
caused a rush Of blood to his brain. In
justice to somebody, he is induced to state
that his mail facilities between Olympia
and Port Townsend are more regular than
usual. We are glad to hear it, aud wish
that our pay for said service was as regular
rs his mail matter. If it was, we could
still make an Improvement.
/ cannot close this cpistle without motto
ing one item more in the Gazette. The
writer says that the poet of the Wilderness
always swears by his brains, for the same
reason that a woman might swear by her
beard. Therein | have the advantage Of
my neighbor Of the news depot, for l can
swear BY that he has not got. lie COM
pares the poet of the Wilderness to wo-
man, Bless them, wish it was true, aud
that the poet was worthy tho comparison.
Yet all this is done tododec perjury. Well,
! think it commendable in any one TO dodge
perjury, whether il is done BY the brain or
a woman's beard but it seems that OLA
pod is willing to violate every act Of de-
ccncy aud humanity, aud pcrjure himself
besides.
o shameless Wat, and brainless Ola,
To dance iiQ to Peggy and Molly!