The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1867-01-14
WHEELING. WEST Va MONDAY MORNING, JANUARY IA, 1861

Recommendation. CSOtt0 UOcel-lG
that straight, Jack?
"a Messenger hands Mr.. Mor-Easy a
document. He reads it,
I've got petition from Old Bill To-
wee, which reads:
"a petition for an appropriation to
establish institutions for the relief of
INDECENT pugilists, bruised and battered
in the cause OF SCIENCE"
1 go my pile on that! AS was say
ing, Mr.. Referee, do not deem it neces-
sary to go into any explanations of the
personal associations which render this
glorious Union and this Constitution,
bequeathed to US by our forefathers,
dear to me as my-what is it? as my.
need not come before you like Othello,
to gain your affections by reciting dam
gers through which ! have passed, in
the word of the poet. (SOttO Uoce.) How
does it run, Jack? tAloud.) Which
conveys the same moral sentiment as
that familiar popular air relating how
"His tale to her he told
OF all the dangers ne had passed,
In catching rats so bold"
CSotto Uoee. WAS it rats, Jack or dogs
in pound timer (Aloud.) By all the
memories of the heroic blood that fell
upon the CORY sod at-Rt-
(Rogers-Antietam.)
(SOtto UOce. live got an idea OF my
own-(aloudG the CORY sod at the dock,
foot of Amos street, where Bill Poole
licked me in regular rough and Uum-
BILE; by all the memories OF the-home-
brewed-
(Rogers-No, no.) IVA.
OF the claret; that is to say, the blood
that REDEEMED the field of Chatham
Four Corners.
(Rogers-WrongD
(Soto Voce.)-You let me alone.
(Aloud,) Chatham Four Corners, where
licked Yankee Sullivan; by the men,
ory of those scenes of sanguinary strife
at buffalo
(Rogers-So, no.)
Where l licked the bold Heenan; I
conjure you to Danish your emotions of
resentment against your Southern
to the discharge of those duties be-
queathed to them by our forefathers.
II thus you dO-and can only speak
for the noble constituency from which 1
come-the gratitude Of the Five
Points
(Rogers-Good HeavensD
Will float as sweet incense up to
your snuffer-trays-
CRogers-StopD
up to your maZzards, the-the ruby
will rise in bushes of qualification to
their cheeks, and their noble, though
slightly battered, mugs will be bowed
in grateful acknowledgment to this ap-
peal.
Mr.. Thaddeus Stevens-Nay L ask the
gentleman question? May inquire
the difference between the Prize Ring
and the Tammany Ring of New York,
and also whether the gentleman repre-
sents one or both? "a laugh, irritating
to Mr.. Mor-Easy.)
Mr.. Mor-Easy-Look acre, old lunk-
head, 1 kin come down with nasty
'un on your mob if you make any inter
ference herei "A laugh still more irri-
tating to Mr.. MOr-easy.)
Mr.. Stevens-I only asked.
Mr.. Mor-Easy-Weu want YOU to
understand that don't agree with your
principles, and with dignity-Report-
cry if ever got one on your conk you'd
see u small picter of a rainbow round
your optic when yer got loOkin glass!
come here to represent principles,
and don't want no plRyin' off
Mr.. Stevens-If the gentleman will
allow me.
Mr.. -Easy-No, 1 don't neitherI
kin wallop you, my sweet pill 1 kin
take you off your stumps so easyI (Sar-
astically-Reporter.) Oh, oh! How 1
should like to close one o. them peep
ersl squares off and advances in a
series of lively hops.) Oh! this gifts me,
this does! This gifts right into me! (Mr.
Stevens retreats. Mr.. Mor-Easy pulls
of his coat-an hops about very lively
and smiling.) Oh! if I only had my
hair cropped off! Cocks his head on
one side, and closes one eye in a
playful manner, sparring vigor-
ously. Mr.. Stevens retreats. Mr.. Nor
Easy rushes after him.) Soy yer maxim
for the ropes, are ye, me covey2 That's
foul! brushes and seizes Mr.. Ste
vens' wig in his teeth; shakes It yio-
lently and gnashes at it. Encounters
the sergeant-at arms, and getting him
in chancery, peppers with vigor. Tu-
multi and terror in the House. Rad
ford, of New York, as he is making for
the door in desperation, received dab
in the stomach with the remark,
"How's yer bread-basket old stick-in-
the mud3" Mr.. Stevens escapes. Mr..
Mor-Easy turns upon the remaining
members, dancing and sparring, with
the words:
"Come on, nowI Come onl Two at
n time, now! Git in, now! Pile in 4!
Now for the first gravy! Obi this gifts
me! Oh! amt this nice ~
The members rush for the door in a
panic. Mr.. Mor-Easy, finding himself
alone, folds his arms, and surveys the
room with a calmness and satisfaction
that might have distinguished Crom-
well after dispensing the British Par
lament.