Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1868-09-08
LIES, SIR, LIES DIR. Daniel virgi

LIES, Sir, LIES DIR. Daniel Virgil
Gates-(one of the few, the immortal
names that WAS not strung into a bsp-
tismal epithet to perish at the fountaiu)
DIR. Gates, who, as his christening
would signify, will beard the Copper
head lions in their dens or chant sweet
pastorals in most mellifluous tones, or
with most stentorian accent-Dr. Gates
gave US a friendly call this morning,
and in gentle and soothing speech that
shook the plastsring Of our rock sided
ceiling, informed US that n namesake Of
his-one Dauiel-through the columns
Of q contemporary had grossly lied about
him, the said and first aforementioned
Daniel. Not having read the foul slau-
der complained of, we picked up the
"libelous sheet"-as il was named in
q whisper in our ears-and perused the
Of our amiabls and low-yoiced friend,
the Doctor. AS we read, the inimitable
rehearser Of brakes Address to the
American Flag, threw soft lullabies
against our tympanum, 10 chosen phrase
Of tragedy, even such as long ago we
were wont to hear him belch unto the
fair Rowena as she discounted Rachel
on the mimic board at Sacramento or
Timbuc,oo. Even go. Hs exclaimed :.
"Lie,l good sir, Lies! ha,ched in the
hot-bed of an incorrigible concupiscence
such, good sir, form the body and
substance Of that local, elopemeut
editorial. Lies /! lies they tell, fetched
in O hand basket from the seething
depths of hell But though their sta
pie is malignant lying, here stands grim
Ajax, all their bolts defyingl My flag
of Love I to the winds unfurl, resolved
to perish or to wed the girl. I'm for
Bill Stewart, and my lady love who
would not change n raven for a dove p?
But, no | believe I'm getting q little
mixed there, amt |? l recollect now, a
raven hasn't got red hair or teeth.
Will you have a hamper of ~champague?'
We declined. As the Doctor continued
his breathiugs, Of similar tenor as
above, we concluded the reading Of the
extended item. Then said the Doctor,
"Now what think you Of that vile
sheet? 1t has trausgressed the bounds
of modesty and done indecent service
at the foot of JoYe. How shall I answer
it? What vengeance wreak upon the
unblushing author Of those lies? I'm
not Cresus. No /. the fates made me
not CrGsus, but Dan Virgil Gates.
Riches I may have, though not so great
as some if not an Aston, yet Pm not
a bum. never lie, | always pay my
way, and when I'm silent l have naught
to say. Farewell, sweet gents, and may
the gods above, forefend that ore like
me, We fall in love. The feathery lights
OF morning do advance; see how they,
spring up in the Eastern sky--h" h"!
Let Cupid on his Shetland Dance ana
let the hell hound slanderers squirm
and lie. | 60 although to go, good
friends, | am 10th, yet ere | 60, | pledge
to you my oath, | swear to thee by Gu
pid's strongest bow, by hi, best arrow
with the golden head, and by that FIRE
which burned the Carthage Queen,
when the false Trojan under sail
was seen, by all the vows that
ever men have broke, IN num-
love the GIRL. the girl she loye,h me, and
ere a New Year will we welded be. o,
welded love what captures VIII sinS'
w., IoI nv o,aaS :. ramn.nt wber. he's
~ h. In"ws Tho crsotnres of INV
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saos'uw, ""S.hso.m on5 SAVING
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his nat, In adieu' 10 uePN
a. vr I,rr Ixsrprn-In these
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days wnen d man ne''f Auo
ute what is going to AXE place tue
next, and when q man is liable to die
ius, the same as the people Of previous
generations have done ever 'ince Noah
Srs, effected a landing with his ark on
the summit of Mount Ararst, i, is we'll
for evervbody TO get their lives insured.
Not that i, makes a particle of differ
ence to themselves after they are dead,
vet il is a soothing consolation to the be-
resved relatives, equal to = gallon Of Mrs.
W;nslow's Soothing Syrup, or thirty
al, morphine injections, to know that
,bsrs Is the snug little sum of 5000,
or $40, 600. coming to them from q Life
Insurance policy in the case. Then,
too. a man can always be better in read
mess to shuttle of his mortal con a. sny
moment and 90 II wl'n oes f,S,v con-
no 70 ,S., hx ao;ne 80 he leaves his
widow and seven children we'll provided
for, In fact, it is quite an inducement
for him to die under the circumstances.
He could just lay back and wait for the
80 80 he p1ayed- with all tue