The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1871-05-05
S5flisrelIaneous Selections.
For the Fremont Journal.
HOTCH POT CHI.
BY FoGY.

Mr.. EDIToR:-Are you not aston
ished at seeing me after so long an
absence? 1 would you were as glad
as you are surprised. But that can
not be: my elaborate nonsense is too
poorly expressed. 1 referred to the
writing which so puzzles your COM
positor; but 1 might as well include
the language which would SO put a
rhetorician on nettles. After all I
am not to blame nor to be blamed
for this disappearance. 1 will be
frank and say that 1 had concluded
not to write for the Journal again
no, that is altogether too farnk-I
mean that business has been, and is,
so crowding me, that [ feared
should never get time to write anoth-
er article for your readers. And
have not found any spare time now
but have taken it, 1 hope not to
their disgust nor your displeasure
1 say my resumption Of the pen is tc
be charged to you. Every week reg.
ularly comes a parallelogramical (ol
paraIlelogrammatical, which is it
Either is long enOugh) package o.
folded paper with the words, "Tht
Fremont on one side, and journal
on the other. Come to think, brush
ing up my geometry, it is parallel
opipedonical in shape. You see th'
regular appearance OF the Journal
crammed with flashing thought anC
scintillating with and silly humol
was, and is, ''a gentle reminder" ant
not so very gentle, either. A re
minder that l ought to renew m,
contributions. But I managed t.
cheat my conscience and think, g.
have been a pretty constant contri
butor-that will answer till the be
ginning of the year; and, besides,
have so little time" Thus [ wa
neglecting my obligation swimming
llv. when another reminder from yol
brought me to a sense Of my duty
By the way, speaking of my ple'
THAT I hare been a faithful contribu
tor. reminds me of a well, say, al
loddity, of an uncle of mine. H
was years ago an Abolitionist-;
regular GarrisOnian-worse, or bet
ter, as people regard it, than a Wen
ldell Phillibpian-just ranting
against African slavery-asserteC
that a STAKEHOLDER could not be q
Christian. But "a change came
lover the spirit Of his dreams" Il
was when both Wings and Demo.
Gratis had resolved to swallow slav-
Iery. He never sought office, but
lsomehow became the Wing nominee
to one, and, like, all politicians, was
call things to all men" that he might
succeed. The young Radicals re
Ibuked him, but he crushed them
with the reply, "Why do you up
starts call my anti-slaveryism il
louestion? was an Abolitionist be
fore you were bornw A sumner
was it not?
But to resume the thread of my
discourse: That second gentle remin
Ider was-well, was what? I'll bet
pinch of snuff and pay if l lose, tha
lyou cannot guess, if you like myself
Iare a Yankee. Well, sir it was my
name on the paper-nO, not SO mucl
Imy name, (for that had been on ev-
cry paper 1 received from you, as
1.-THE color of the ink with which i
Twas pointed. I can stand almost
anything, but the sight of blood il
uncomfortable, or anything of its colo
IL was so when child-if l cut my
finger and it did not bleed, l did
mot mind it, but the appearance o
DuG uIOp VI JIG 10d 4qu VI oOAAu
flor it is either, made me think l was
going to die. You can see the1
THAT the letters %" no, 1 mean
go" that is not it, either-what
1 wish to say is, the letters that spell
the name for which "Fogy' is the
nom de pIume-the sight of these
stirred me from the bottom of my
boots. Why, you don't know what
dreams l had the following night
blood! blood! all was blood. 1 wa
a Britisher clad in red, trying to eros
a bloody sea, while blood clouds
were rent with Lloody lightning ant
bloody thunder pealed and crashed
in the distance and bloody arrow
and spears and hatchets rainet
around me as thick as angleworm
and toads after a shower. 1 tell yol
r it was a bloody time. One thini
l you may take for granted: so lon
as you send me the Journal weekly
t,n;fl, ,,,1y mama ,o,.ipAod in rod iOk