The New era. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1865-1871, 1866-12-20
pitin't tcisH TO Insult Her.

Oh tae Kepubllcans did:
Ditil.'t tcish TO Insult Her.
The apology was cool, but il certainly
should have been satisfactory.
Bill p. is known all over, and Bill
was at the ball ia all his glory. All his
neeessaries for pleasure were on hand
good music, pretty girls and excellent
whisky. The evening passed OFT rapidly,
as it always does, and Bill had at about
l O'Clock became pretty happy. Step
ping up to a young lady. he requested
the pleasure Of dancing with her. She
replied that she was engaged.
"Well," said Bill, care you engaged
for the next set:?''
She said she was.
"Can ] dance with you the next,
then ?'
Il am engaged for that, Also
"Can dance with you tonight ~
"No," with some hesitancy.
eco to Boston," said Bill, highly in
dignant, and turned on his heel.
After few moments Bill was aecCst
ed by the brother of the yo,lps lady,
who charged him with inst .,fg his
sister, VI
Bill denied it but protested himself
willinn to apologize if he had done
wrong, and accordingly steps up to the
young lady, when the following CONVEX
sation ensueu:
miss L., l understand | have insult
ed your"
"You have, sir.''
What did | say, Miss l.. ?"
r "You told me to go to Boston,"
"Well," said Bill, ~ have come to
tell you that you needn't CO."
The Immortal j. NJ" Tisits Mr..
D0Uis.
The Norfolk TaYinio7t, of Saturday,
December 1, gives the following account
of nomadic character calling himself
j. N" upon Mr.. Davis. The indi-
vidual 81. NJ is we'll known to the
press Of the South as an incoherent eN-
FOUNDER OF theory on "The Pres
sure:'
The Baltimore steamer Thursday
morning brought a notorious, if not
distinguished, visitor to the Fortress
none less than the Immortal 81. NJ"
he of the dirty newspaper scrap, and
dirtier locks.
-. ~" came on mission, the ac
complshment Of which he has been
pursuing ever since the imprisonment
of Jefferson Davis, that is suffering in
his stead.
u. NJ made formal application for
admission, and while knocking around
loose, awaiting response to his appli-
cation, he csped, walking upon the
ramparts, Mr.. Davis himself.
~. N" approached, hat in hand, and
spoke thusly:
"Whom have ! the honor of address
ing? Is this not the Hon. Jefferson
Davis, President of the late Confederate
States:
Mr.. Davis signitied the affirmative.
81. MIS- there any impediment,
any barrier to my admission into the
Fortress: | come on an important
mission.'
He was informed that there was none;
the guards had been removed.
Thereupon 81. n" was ushered in,
and proceeded with much familiarity to
apply his ''pressure' to his subject, in,
creasing it as he proceeded up to a
maximum of one hundred pounds 10
the square inch of endurance.
-. N" proceeded unfolding his plan
in stream of his peculiar cloquence.
until bis entertainer, becoming convi c.
ed that lunatic had been admitted into
his quarters, dispatched to the officer of
the day for a guard to remove his visl-
tor.
81. NJ reappeared in a twinkling,
escorted rather rapidly across the draw.
Subsequently he RELAXED to crowd
the substance of his interview with Mr.
Davis and his plan of seIf-immolation
and sacrifice in his behalf He spoke
in the Warmest terms of the politeness
Of the officer who escorted him forth,
bowed himself away and relieved the
Fortress and Old Point Of the peculiar
pressure" by taking his departure for
Richmond by the steamer.
liz I1DH0le.
\ little boy, on !, cold wintry day,
crossing q field, axe in hand, was crying
at the top of his voice, when man was
passing along the road IN horseback in
terrogated him: Soney what's the mat
ter:.' The boy biabbered out rs best he
could: matter enough. DADS drunk,
Mam's ditto, Salts reading Il novel.
the babv'S near froze, the wood is :,
mile oil. and ( Il like to, !tNtfW who IN
thunder wouldn't cry::'