The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1866-05-11

Ablishn Postmaster at the Corners
he'd become to me nitemare Day
after day / seed him a handlin guv-
ment money, DRAWN mis- salery prompt
ly and takin his drinks reglerly, while
L, d Constooshnel Dimekrat, sup
porter Nv our great and good Presi-
dent, wuz forced to the humiliashun
NV waitin till | wus treated, ceptin
when new grocery keeper cum in,
which gave me a. chance to establish
a credit for short time, I felt that
sumthin must be done, and, therefore.
/ went to Washinton. ao
Known that for men NV my pro-
found convickshins, holdin my views
ez to eonsiliashen and sich, i he'd no
call to go to the Postmaster General,
who is Ablishnist, / went dreckly to
the Second Jaxon hisself. [ succeed
ed In getting audience late In the
afternoon. Our patron saint wuz a
sitin at table eggsausted with res
ceevin delegashens and SIGH.
& Well? sed he. Hk9 ss1kssEx1
Honerd and spected sir, said /,
ct am applicant for the postorfs at
Confedrit x Roads, wich Is at present
held by a Ablishnist who does not be-
leeye in yoor policy, witch / do believe
in solemnly. Spected and honerd
SIR sed I, eff / shood have twins
born to me this mite / shood name EN-
both policy. !" 1880. :
WITCH State are 700 from?'' said
he, half sleep. aII9 Q has
From Kentucky, honerd and
;spected SIR sed I.aa -s
Well" sed he, yawnin feerfully,.
and turnin to a clerk, FILL OUT a.
PARDON AND GIVE HIM A COMMITS
sIoN.n SgEhis 3sa3l
Honerd and spected sir, 7 sed ], in.
afit of loonacy, for witch | can't ac
count, I don't need pardon. / wuz
never in the late lamented COnfedrit
seryis.' ssi34%t- sse
What'n thunder then are 700 here
for begin post offs? Git out, 700
iraposter," and wuz too wunst ig-.
ANONYMOUSLY showed to the door. |
didn't quite understand the lay Nv the
land around the White House
In vane | tried to git back that L
might convince himI did ez much for
the Confedrasy ez my humble abilities
permitted, and that / needed consilia-
tin ez badly ez anybody. Then hart
broke and dead broke, not having the
wherewith to prokoor more sootable
lodgin, Ialay me down on the cold
stun steps and sought refuge from my
troubles in sleep NJ sExR xM
| dreamed a dream. Methawt i
wuz in a room at the White House
Stretched out on one side Nv the
room was the corpse NV a giant, a
monster In size and strength, and
Withal Nv pleasin presence and fair
to look upon Onto its head wuz a
liberty cap, and by its side wuz a
sword considerably dinted, and with
all the giltin knocked off, haA ~ q
Wat is these?'' said ], pointin to
the corpse, askin a sort NV attend
ant 81 nua 20 - tt =
Then, . replied he, g is the de
funct carcass NV Republicanism. He
was hefty yeoth in his day, but he
died this mornin Look the mourn
ers are a comm to divide his clothes. y
6 And sh00r enuf, they camein. AT
the head was the second Jaxon, which
the Abilishunists derisively called
Moses, who appeared to be angry, and
clcst behind him was Seward, a weepin
out NV one eye and smilin out NV
tother, and Jim Lane, who he'd a
Handkerchief, which he occasionally
put to his eyes, but wich | noticed wu7
ez dry eza a lime kiln, and Doolittle
and Lee and Raymond and Beaure-
gard and Cowan and Stephens and
Thurlow Weed and Vallandigham and
Gov. Sharkey and host NV others, all
NV witch ranged themselves around the
bier.
He WIZ al pfomisin9 youth, Z qsed
Seward, a putin his handkerchief to
his eyes, but the atmosphere NV the
White House wuz too much for him
| insist, however, sed he, pecketin
the handkerchief and takin hold NV
trinket the corpse held in his hand
labelled Presidency, 1868, from
which hung more million Nv small
er trinkets, - that ez twas me thai
epizened him, this is mine.
Nary, I sed johnson, i did the
bizness for him, and its mine 81,
Settle it ez 700 please, sed Ray
mond, gently, but whoever gifts i
must remember that this Secretary
ship is mine. IS - -AA
seAnd /" sed Doolittle, must hey
for my Assistance, this little affair
marked St. James, for my seat in the
Senitis goner.p g LOO
"For my part" sed Jim Lane, tn,
western appointments are mine. 1t
worth EN- all to wear this cellar.s
my friends" sed Stephens,
find no amnesty about the corpse
There must be one manufactured an,
stuck in his pocket and prodoost a
the funeral. n .a.s4T 5.a -