Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1868-12-18
The Aspirations OF Biged.

Taking advantage OF our acquaintance, he essays
to prevail on to boost him into flames lap.
He is invited to write about Matrimony. 1t must
be he knows something about that-for he surely
don't know anything else. Send in your MS.
Bi-ged.-EDs. JOURNAL
EDITORS JouRNAL-Sirs: wish /
were foreigner. Because, We got as
bad an itch as ever befe mortal who has
had the regular old scratch psoriasis sep
tennis. But, my kind is that mentioned
BY DRYDEN, when he spoke of an. itch
for scribbling; and by Paul in his
epistle to the two I'd Timothy, chap w.,
wherein be 'admonishes Tim. that 9 the
time shall come when they meaning
you and your readers, will not endure
sound doctrine; but after their own Iusts
shall they heap to themselves teachers
having itching ears" meaning me-.
feel that I'm wise; but know that
my light must shine n under a half
bushel, as it has always done heretofore
ly, unless you consent to candlestick it
into your columns. | itch 20 become
celebrated as wrtjst, aud to have read
ers who will banker and hunger and
thirst to see my essays, problematic and
theoremic. Leroy GATES himself new
er was more ambitious of Fame than |
am; and somehow he contriyes TO figure
in newspapers as much as other eminent
Swans.
Now, l should like to know why It's
that some men and women too, of both
sexes, can figure in print, time without
enc, and longer than sermon divided into
ten heads and twenty episodes, in all man.
ner ofpapers and magazines, my and MSS.
invariably get rejected ? Don't spell
well, and write fair running hand e.
Iii bet two-fifty 1 can beat Gen. GRANT
at either spelling or chirography. And,
yet, presume BONNER or TILToN, or
any of those magazinists would give
him full swing in their columns, and
perhaps send him copy free, if he
would write for them. That's just the
difference in men. Let me tell story,
for instance. that people would Hiss me
and cry fiat! a:!-and then let Gen.
GRANT tell that same story, and about
every man in the room would laugh fit
to rupture himself-especially if he want
ed Post Office. But, when [ write a
romance for the Ledger, it keeps all the
time not being published; and when |
study and labor a long theological de-
bate with some of TILToN's Independent
D. DIS, TILroN brusquely replies to me
that if | wish to figure in print I'd bet
ter write about agriculture; but that, in
a theological point Of view, I'm id
fool Aud the whole cattlegory of the
rest of them have slung slush onto my
ambition in just such wet-towel zen,
couragement."
Bonner and TILroN and them lack
good sense.
i know that GEORGE GORDON No
Ell BYRON was right when be wrote
Its pleasant, sure, to see ones name in print;
A book : book-although there 5 nothing in ~
have seen my name in print once;
and once only. And the paper contain
ing it is preserved in the family archives
of my drawers, (of the bureau,) to ex-
hibit to posterity. l have written more
than fifty "pieces,' for different papers
and magazines, aud the mullet headed
editors invariably contrive to let 'em be
still born. l hired one editor to print
one piece; paid him big cabbage. He
took the cabbage and announced that be
had received from me the best head /
ever had, in consideration whereof he
should print my communication some
time when his columns were not crowded.
Blast his prifool {! bis columns have been
crowded" every week since, with bis
advertisements doubled from the outside
to bis worthless insides.
Who was that illustrious or tabled
whelp who laid in prison mot in geese
nest. and saw bis ant ascend up high
wall sixty-niue times with grain of
something, and let it drap ?-then when
the seventeen time it boosted it atop,
says the prisoner, says he that's the
ant writing on the wall that teaches me
not to despair; for sixty nine times have
| been defeated in battle, but the next
time Ill wollop 'em J" And he did it.
disremembcr who the chap was, but /
take it that I'm the pismire on the wall,
and that ibis thing concerning the itch,
an6 BONNER and other cabbage-heads is
the grain of something I'm Juggling up
ward.
Iii try just this very once; and if you
"shove it UNDER" or into the dog basket,
or otherwise use it for contumeious pur