Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1872-12-25
Bov the Editor Euchred Him.

tempered'y youth OF sixteen nes VAS
also a candidate for literary honors.
Many were the poetical eHusions that
emanated from his pen, and many
were the curses hurled at his head
by the editor Of the Clarion, VINO
seemed to be the most abused OF the
many victims that Fitz took delight
in torturing. Although his poems
were neverpublished, he did not give
up in despair, as great many would
have done, but continued to write
on, for he was persevering youth,
and his cheek was sublime. At last,
the editor, finding that, Fitz coqild
not be blufed off, concluded to'pab-
lish' one Of his poems, knowing wh at
the result wou. d be. In due course
Of time. the "Lines to Mary-Jane, +"
as they were called, appeared IN a
conspicuous part of the Papsr| and
in less than an hour afterward man
with a cowkide concealed under ms
coat and a copy of the. Clarion in his
hand, was seen rushing along the
turnpike, in the. direction Of Mr.
Zones residence. Arrived at the
house. he burst open the door, and
stalked into the room where tltz was
seated and before that astonlshed
young man could utter an exrlama,
c,,rnr;sa the man .haCfIierkedA-
him into the middle Of the room,
where he held him with one hand
while he pointed to the poem with
scoundrel r he thundsred, what
do YOU mean by writing such trash
about my wife Z? Answer me and
he brandished the cowhide aloft.
The sight of that whip seemed to
awaken poor Fitz to a sense OF the
situation, and he managed to st2n !
mer out:
Wh-what is that you say? Me
write trash about your wife? Why,
what the devil 'te mean p
didn't you write those lines?
You are accredited with the author
ship, and the editor says yon wrote
them. And the man flourisled tue
paper beneath his (Jones) nose.
Yes, wrote EN- " excla'med
Fitz, somewhat discreetly. tor he had
expected that this prolnct!on would
meet with the same late that the otl.-
ers had, and WAS asreeably surprised
when he found it had not.
"You did, eh?" roared the man,
now thoroughly exasperated. Take
that, you scouudrel! T
And he procee,;ed TO rain blow al
ter blow upon tile back of poor Fitz,
until that worthy went down on his
knees, begged for mercy. and then
only then, did the enraged man pock'
ct MS whip.
Young man, said he, glaring at
the PROSTATE youth, Il think you
have had qnite. enough. Take my
advice and leave off writing poetry
in future, unless you can avoid per-
sonality. Let this be q warning to
you. And the man strobe out!oi the
room.
When Fitz had sufficiently recov.
cred from the effects OF that awful
thrashing, he picked himself up, TO-
gether with the copyIofa the. Claafot |
the man had dropped. Running his
eve over the offensive Lines, he
found nothing wrong until he came
to the last verse, the first line Of /
which had been altered, by the edi-
tor, and read as follows:
"For you live, dear Mrs. Rose:
For YOU sigh in vain; -!
Dare 1 hope my loves returned,
My darling Mary Jane?
It should have read
"For you live, my sweetest rose" &c.
The editor said it was mistake
of the compos:tor's; bat Jones knew
better, and said lit was darn mean
trick. That dose of cowhide cured
him, for he never wrote another
"poem.
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