Middletown transcript., 1872-11-30

A ghastly p9llor o'crspscad Brimmss's
face and be : saaid: 'i.
1.-THE editor il not in,
well, when will be b. ins.
..Nos for u wsek--a month yeos-.
forever! lie will never come Il ssy
morc!" screamed Drimmrr. ..He hss
gone 10 South Americn. with the intsa-
tion Of remaining there during the l.sIss~~
Of his life. y has departed has hcd.
II you wal, to see him you had ba,ssr isi-
low him 10 the equator. lie will bc glad
TO see yun. would advise you, ns =
friend, to take the next boat aud start as
once
That il unfortunate. SAID sse man
with the golden locks: II called Il, tho
purpose Of bat,aring him up lot With
this club"
"He will be sorry" said Brimncs.
sarcssticaly "IIe will regret ssissins you:
I will write 10 him, anl ncu,ion th,t y"u
dropped in."
my name is Mcralien,r sail shs
man. II came 10 break the head sf =
man who wrote that obituary poetry about {
my wifo. IL you don't tell n,s YIN pai-
petratcd the following. I'll break yogts
for you! Where's til, man whJ wrote
this? Pay attention:
"Mrs. McEaddca has goMc from this lift;
:. She has lcf al 10 SORROWS aud cares; -
She caught tho Rheumatism In both Of her lcys
While scrnbtins the ccllhr stairs. =. >
They put mustard plas,ers upon her in vsin,
They batiicd her with whiskcy and rum
But Thursday her spirit departed aud ieft
| Her body entirely numb
s.Hka s1,,,. ..t.. l. a I Al. Ia
Fadlcn up to the scors osap unsypathetic
wosla iE that slqss,;ig manhcr.n said ,hs
editor, ~. named Remington Ost Hc
boards in Bank street. fourth door from
the corner. would advise you to call
on him, and nvcngc Mrs McFadJcn's
wrongs with judcous in.ermix.urc Of
club aud dog bites"
And this" sighed the poet outside
the door, lis the man who told me 10 d.
vert McFalden's mind from canicmpla-
ton OF the horrors Of the tomb. II was
this monster who oasnssled lie = make
the sunshine Of MrFaddens snil ! L.rs,
through the tempest of McFaddrns ,enrs.
If that sorc-hcaded monster coullu smile
over that allusion to caskoy aud run: il
those remarks abou, the rhoumatisn Il,
her legs could no, divor, his mini from
the horrors Of the tomb, was it my faa!. +!
McFadden grovcls II kaows n, mara
about the poetry than . spr';l,i mi,
knows about the Sacr,er Catychi,m.'
The poe, determined u Lave before
any further criticisms were malc upon his
performances. H. Jumped dawn from his
chair and crept softly toward the back
staircase Arriving II, tho landing. hs
suddenly encountered Bfimmer. who was
moving of in the samc direction. Tho
editor had hardly tim enough to utter u
! profane Ejaculation aui Ia liii his hand Il.
strike the poct. Sneu an ull lady IN
pokc.bo and silver ,pectaclcs suddenly
emerged from tho siairway nnl pinned
the editor 10 thu wal, with the fsrul., nj
her umbrella. After grinding her teeth
at him for n moment. She ais, = hin with
her weapon. and seating herself ). N his
PROSTATE form, she extracted rnpy NJ
the Morning Glory" from her bag, and,
, pointing to cert 4in stanza in the obifn-
AIRY co.l.I. asked ott 10 READ it aloud.
lie did so. Il ran in this fashion:
. ''litlc Alexaulrrs dead
JAIN him coffin.
: Don, have rs good chance
For fun raj often
Rush his body right around
To the cemetery;
Drop him in The sepu,chre
!, With his rnele Jerry
, At the end of every line tho Indignant
conqueror punched the fallen Brim., r.
! ribs with her umbrella, and exclaimed:
/ - you wlliu. D.you hear that. you
!. wretch !. What dyou mean by writin' If
/. nlY grandson in that way Take that
you 5erpint. D, you-yuu willinons wir-.
or you. tryin To break lone wildrr !
heart with such scani' 'lns lies as them
J. There, you willin. | kcmmcre 10 han,
mcr you well with this here un,brellcr
you wicked wiliin. ynu owlacions wipcr
: you Take that. anl that. ynu vile, in.
decent. d;sgustin' wagabnne When ynu
know well enough that Alpck never hal
! no Uncle Jerry. nnl n;ver had no uncla
Il in m sepulehre anyhow, you vile wretcl,
c you
IT While she pounded the editor thu pocl
!, CROPPED his way down stairs and emerged
lie from the from, door. When Brim,ncr' .
i, employees dragged away Alexander.
n granl-gar and carried her struggling
o and screaming down the street. the ciliiai
sen. for carriage and was taken home Il
Or bed, from whence he arose n week later
A. with nm earnest dei.r aina,ion never Il
,s permi, another line of obituary po,fry /.
|. enter the columns OF Tho ..siorninc
$. Glory -" ilax Adclcr, in the New lor;
mt Despatch" ~
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r. Ban llAn,rs Don, spi, on the tioor
d don'i spit at all, if you can help it, Dom
or drum with your fingers or Sect don't ri