Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1868-09-25
THAT FELLOW BAGsHAw.


THAT FELLOW BAGSHAW.
MY hand trembles and my cheeks are
conscious of blush as l seize my grey
goose quill to tell of my own shame
Why then do / not keep it secretp Why
publish what might keep hidden in the
recesses OF my own hearts Because,
good friend, feel myself an injured man,
and If that will not make man speak out
he must be dumb indeed. Did you ever
know a man with grievance who kept
II to himselfY Did you ever know one
who was not forever dragging it into con.
versatiOn dDrOpOs of free trade the death
of the Emperor of China, the warm win.
ter, the Great Exhibition, or the Papal
Aggressiong Meet such man and be.
gin a conversation with him Of you
dare) on any conceivable subject, and I'll
wager my hat-which is new one-to
penny roll, that within two minutes he
will be deep in the matter of his own
grievance, as though IL sprang out Of or
formed an essential part Of the topic you
started. There are accomplished little
boys much beloved by burglars, who, if
they can only get their heads through an
orifice of any kind, can always drag their
bodies through after them. The man with
q grievance only wants to get cord in,
and his grievance" will safely follow.
And why then am | to be silent?
Somper ego auditor tantumW
When every other injured man proclaims
his wrongs in the world, why should not
/ tell Of the cruel injustice | suffered
from that colo blooded, heartless, lifting
- but hold-I must not jump too
quickly ain medias res" in spite of Hor-
aces Injunction.
Miss Lavinia Primrose Il describe her
according to my former impressiona) was
a sweet pretty girl. She had the mildest
of blue eyes, the lightest of flaxen hair
which she wore in ringlets all round her
head-the whitcst of skins, with the pink
est of colors on her cheeks, the plumpest
of little figures and the softest of voices
that ever whispered sonnets by moonlight
in December, She was an ETHEREAL creature
altogether; she had the appetite of little
bird Though that brute, Tom Bagshaw,
swears she ate like cormorant at the
nursery dinner y she knew Byron and
Moore by heart-eXcept Little's Poems"
which she always vowed she had never
seen (ahem y she wrote verses herself,
too, though somehow or other the lines
were never of the same length--She said it
was the luxuriance of her imagination, and
huNt hOubb ~ WAS, hllc ShHR WIN III
tense feeling, but lo6tle out of tune she
painted flowers beautifully (though Tom
Bagshaw, the wretch, declared that no one
could tell her roses from her hollyhocks y
in short she was a most accomplished and
romantic little angel. Tom. Bagshaw, in
his coarse way, once asked her If she could
make pease-pudding-I could have strang
led the scoundrel on the spot. She gave
him such mild look of reproach that he
must have shuddered in his boots ut his
own enormity, il he had not been rs thick.
skinned as the thoughest of "Pachyder-
mats, and only replied
/" Mr.. BagshawW
Old Primrose (Lavinia's pspa) was re-
tired soap boiler, very rich, very fat, very
vulgar, very obstinate, and very ill-tem
pered. Mrs. Primrose had been for some
time gathered to her forefathers Though
Tom declares she never had any). There
were two Juvenile Primroses Ia
dies in short frocks and frilled encase
ments of-the-lower limbs-about twelve
and thirteen years of age, and under the
care OF middlc-aged maiden, their gov
erness. The family lived in a square red
brick house, with bright green "trim-
mings in the shape of Venetian blinds,
balconies, and railings TO the front garden
the extent of which was extremely limited
forgot TO mention that the house was sit.
uated in the center of the highly-respeeta
BILE town of Bodalming in Surrey.
i, good reader, am clerk in the bank in
that town, ahd | receive a very handsome
salary 1851. year, for my attendance from
ten till three every day behind the wire
blind, with "Bank in gold letters on il,
where do little office writing and com.
pose verses for the poets corner of the
County Herald" l send copies TO all
my friends and to all the magazine offices.
The former praise them very much; but
those magazine fellows are so rude as
never to notice them at all.
My mamma, being one of the most re
spectacle ladies in Bodalming, was almost
the first person to call on the Primrosei
when they came TO settle In our town
Not that she much likes "those city peo
Pile" she says; from which, suppose sh,
prefers west end folks, hut as she neye
sees any TO my knowledge, cannot exact
ly state the grounds of her preference
However, she paid her visit and accom-
panied her. cannot say that liked oil
Primrose, who called mamma "mum,
and me "young gentleman" but hi
daughter ye gods, could l ever have cor
ceiyed such fascinationsl blushed up t
my ears every time she spoke TO me, an
trod on my own hat, smashing II like
Gibus, in my haste TO prevent her helpin
me TO glass of wine tried to talk, bu
couldn't, though as soon as had left tn
house, / recollected everything that
wanted to say, and wondered why coul
have been such n muff in her preseno,
The next week the "County Herald" cor
tanned the following lines "To La
from "our own talented contributor, v
T."-W. T. meaning Walsingam Trip
myself:
" Lady with the haxen locks,
Clust'ring on Thy snowy brow
Lady with the pearly teeth,
Who so beautiful as thoul
Lady, when thine upward look
Those sweet azure oTbs displaye,
Who shall keep his heact unscaih'd
Meath the lightning OF their gaze
Art thou mortalf art thou not
From some brighter. puTer sphere,
Sent 70 raise our thoughts from earth
Sent TO groveling mortals heref
Lady, dare think Of thee
With sublunary emotion
Feebly would my pen declare
All my fond, my deep, devotion
But, alas could thy perfection
Cast one thought on such a. ~
Ah, ,n0-Away-the thought 10 madneEs-
Hopeless, fearless. let me die ~"
/ sent Lavinia copy, and wondere'
wheihrr IA wnnld know who's initial
"W r." ". r.. ! f,.lt sure she would pin,
m II sne dill. f,r il was evident enough
thai ! WIS very miserable However
ha no one 10 eOndde in, for the only
conversable young man in the town wa'