New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1866-09-03
Sou Orleans 9ailg Qtescert,
MONDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 8, 1860.
SUIT Lovengood is KICKED by jackson.

Kernel, I'm ready to swar never to do kind er
a charitable thing agin ez long ez my heads hot.
gin a whinin', seedy lookn, ornery, miserable
methodiscal Yankee cuss a hat; a old hat 'tother
day. an he TUX itan' then sassed me. ~
Sence seed you last, Kernel, I hev srnck pow
erful low. hey drunk whisky, played keerds,
run about o. nights, married niger school marin
of the Massachusetts persuasion, an hob-nobbed
with Guvnor Wells; but the las button on Gabe's
coat, an the bottom roun of the ladder was
fetched when got kicked outen the radical party
in Orleens. 5s.asg
4" My luclis turned, however.
I'm able to go long Carondelet street now AM
sorter hole up my hed-cause why? Newman's
i paper hez gin me benefitof column an half Of
what would be invective eff the assistant editur
had possessed brains to make it SIGH.
AFTER my givin' money to the revolver fund J"
an the whisky fund" an flag fund" an
"snkih' fund y fer the 'Gl convention, ontill l
was mighty busted, an artcr we all went up a
spout, thar come a cuss, to my office begin.
He said he had pous friend of the editorial staff
of the leading radical organ in Orlees4, who he'd
unfortunately got mixed up with the convention,
he'd been caught in bad company, an found his
self at sundown on the day of the riot settn' be
hind tree pickn' buck,shot outen his-heels.
HttSttttu
his breeches torn. Mister associate editor had a
sympathizing friend, who turned Street beggar on
his behalf an rotted up one street and down an
other, lookin' for radical sympathizers. They
was few an hard to find,
He tole me how much his friend he'd suffered in
Niger freedom shriekin', an sacrificed towards
upsetting the State government, an how now,
'twixt skeert hurt, nakedness an poor pay from
the Advocate, he couldn't git home to Bostng.
Sed how his friend he'd ez good a thing ez a
'tace full eff he could only git to flannel Hall
(whar's that y but the radical party was busted
friends scattered, the Advocated losing money,
an fer misery, he could give Lazarus, Jonah an
Job five in the game an beat EN-.
Ell he didn't get his nerves soothed by the big
organ in Boss'n right away he couldn't live, an
eff his buck shot wounds healed up, they was in q
place whar scars want wuth shucks to show, an
his hand want wuth playin'.
Well, was sorry for the whinin' miserable
cuss, but didn't hey nothin' to give him an ole
hat. His friend asked for it, AM thought likely
ez he was convalescent hit might do him good.
DOM my level best for the Jackson, ] sont i
to him. Unfortunately hit was white. an KNOWN
his prOcivites ran in the line of "off colorsn
made my young man write him a note apollo
gizin' for hits bein white, an like himself, o
questionable gentility.
Known lie had bin nigh unto DEATH con
graterlated him that ia the convention riot the
devil didn't git him. he orteT got the last one Of
us, but the devil does take keer Of his sartain
Well, Kernel, the trhin' cnss, bein' in temporary
charge Of the Advocate, because was thereby
operated upon by the whining eoquence Of hi
begging friend, identifies me with a highyrespect
able dry goods firm, an throws Off column ant
half on US, because the hat was white, an didn'
fit, and my note want on gilt edged paper.
The respectable house referred to, thinkn' j
rather good thing to be denounced by the Advo
cate, sent for three hundred copies for distribu
ton. The half starved striker at the Advocate
counter nightly shed his skin on hearin' the de
mand; swore the whole edition didn't amount t.
that, but that they would gladly go to press ag
to fill the order.
onct owned houn' pup, Kernel, witch was e
good dorg in his way ez you eeyer pulled gu
over.
thoughta heap of that dorg I forgave hi1
stealth beefsteaks, rootin' whar he had no yethl
business. bartn' at respectful people, suekir
aigs, and runnin round o'nights when he orter bi
at home.
Now AM then he'd open on rabbit er coo
track when | was arter deer, AM Spite my dny
by folIerin' the rabbit tell shutdown, yelpin' lik
the devil all the time.
dida't kill him fer he was young, ignoran
and - a dorg
Last, one day he he'd a difficulty" out in til
public road an come in whinin' with his cal
bloody an purity badly chawed up. The oil
houns licked his wouns, butmore they licked wus
he howled. he'd called him sivertOngue" fol
that but cussed the mongrel whelp an Gale
him Sumnern
Toreckly he felt better, an the " difficulty
still bein' in progress out in the road, Sumner
picked up pluck enough to nose inter it agir
Agin he come back wuss skeert ZEN hurtet
but howlin an whinin for sympathy to the oil
dorgs.
Hit made me mad
drawed fine sight on him with my rife al
remarked, eff she hangs fire yer names Jacl
son. That's next to KILN yer an yer too niue
like him to live an belong to me.n
"Betsn nuYer hung fire in her life, an, Thu
dorg's dead
injustice to his memory must say that eff |
uyer come ome whinin' an beggin' meat, he d tai
chunk of corn bread instead an thankfully wa
his tail. Now all dorgs amt so grateful.
To drap the dog parable, kernel, I hev -four
sence I've ben South that the people here, barb
in character and peculiar to themselves.
Wost of EN- think thar's two ways of DISPOSE
of an insult. One is to swaller it quietly, 10th
is to fight.
Nextly, find they have more'n considerable
spect for hoI est man, no matter whar he pray
er who he votes fer--but they hev the durnde
contempt for hypocrites and kuayes, special
when they wear parsons cloth an sarye +
devil.
Nexty, while the barbarians is charitable a
loose handed enuff bout thar cash, I amt new
seed wan on 'em putting on kid gloves to ha
munifcent donations to thar caluminatiors, II
ducers an venomous enemies.
Anxious enuff to get back the government a
Union as our fathers made it, provin' thar ben'
earnest by'everythiug except cowardly trucklir
they can't see, somehow, any point in huggin'
male small fry an underlings of the freedmen
bureau, er in toadyn' to the chaps that fust fou
local habitation and name by follerin' the Yank
army.
Lastly, eff I was to git caught spilin' ma
flower garding err robbin his hen roost of mig
an got shot in the enterprise, hit would be or
cheeky to call on him mex day for subscripti
TO nav my dontor's hill