Des Arc weekly citizen., 1868-05-09

CT. run the risk of dying some day, Tor night but 1 am going to unbosom my self and make full expose of the XXX. Pro bono pubhco.
 Once upon time, when night had spread her sable mantle OCT the earth, and pinned it witha moon, went to bed People often go to bed at night, with the exception of the K.KK.'s, who never go to bed and whe never sleep. They have ears, but they see not; they have eyes, but they hear not.
 The clocks on the cupalo ofthe Crescent office had tolled forth the hour of twelve; the stuffed owl in the Crescent City Mu- scum had gone to roost; the statute of Henry Clay reposed in silence in per pendicular posish: the snakes had ceased their croaking, the frogs their biting, the mosquitoes had begun humming, and Gall went merry as marriage belle'-to her hash I was sleeping in my couch of couches like June bug in January, but did not snore. I never snore. Every body would do it, I presume, if it was fashionable But to resume.
 As said, it was past midnight, and l was dreaming of my country seat, Ca stool with three legs,) when I Was startled suddenly by cold; clammy, shrimpy hand upon my forward l awoke and rose up in bed to discover figure clothed in white sitting upon my bed. He q suppose he was he) held in his right hand roman candle burning blue and to his left sky rocket; his eyes were glarlng balls of red fire, and he had two horns in his forehead, besides several which he had taken in his mouth As awoke he waved the torch three times around his head and beckoned, like Hamlet's ghost, for me to follow him. I arose from my bed and followed--entirely in white. He led me through winding streets, up dark alleys, and finally brought me to the grave yard. All this time he had never for moment, taken his eyes of fire of of me. Arrived in the center of the grave yard. beside an unburied skeleton between two thorn bushes, he shot off his rocket, and glaring upon me, said
 "Mortuary mortal, I come from the bloody den of the bob-taied scorpions. am the chiefest among 10000 and the l altogether lovely You see here before you the spectre of the Great Tribe of the nemoniac Deathly Dragons. am sent to warn, to defy, to drag you to danger. 3ice the scorpions tongue has hissed; 3ice the dirge of death is done; 3ice the bloody grave has gapedi Beholdp'
 I looked, and saw in letters of blood upon the skeleton before me, and sur rounded by letters of fire
 Bay- AM DED! ~ySa
 Illustrated by cofins and daggers.)
 I gazed in horror, and exclaimed, in petrifed accents, q believe ye, my boyl' and tainted.
 When I recovered myself (and my wallet), I found that l was transported to a subterranean dungeon beneath terra frma. It had all the appearance of a place that was worse than The Place itself. There were blue lights, blue fel- lers and blue flames.
 Even "the light burned blue" The 4going paragraph states that. Any par agraph going might state the same thing. Brightly the" "ta)ler-dip" candles "shone OCT (thorough) fare women and brave men!"
 When I had been taken inside this dun geon, felt that 1 was donel l was introduced to hard crowd in hard times. They formed around me (the crowd and not the times) and in deep, sepulchral tone that shook the cave, said:
 "Whence comes this mortuary mortal, and is he trooly rural!"
 My conductor answered for me, and said, in tones of thunder (and lightning): ''He can keep hotel; he can sing like martngale, swim like an angel, gamble on the green, and is loil to the corpseN'
 "Let him pass" said the tycoon, who | ,l lx I lol l,fA (,,n
 passed, and found myself in the inner chamber, where 1 saw nothing but thun- der, the yells of demons and the rattling of chains; l heard nothing but lightning, the flash of gunpowder and the last ditch, and 1 dreamed the dreams of the d(un) reary
 A mangled corpse. stood upon a pyra- mid of skulls, and holding in his right hand coffin and in his left hand (pris- tine man) coughin' two, he exclaimed:
 "Mortal-I am the Bloody Butcher of the Bogus Blunderers of Babylon. Swear to keep our secrets, or dye"
 As didn't care to dye, l swore.
 Then l was teetotally surrounded by demons as looked like devils, not one of whom bought his shirts at moody's, who shrieked:
 "He swears by the fiery fagon found in ferocious furnaces furnished by fellers from Feliciana that he does not, never did, and never will again, so help him Fells!o