The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1873-04-11
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differ, not from the CJuTcr-Journol prop
cr--,hat would have been "simply too
ridiculous"--but from its correspondent
st Frankfort. In our last issue VIC ven
farcd, with the respectful mcdesty which
should characterize q country editor Who
dissents from city editor, 10 insinuaie
rather than assert that all Of III. mem
bers Of the Legislature we're no, idiots
nor petty larcenis,s, and that, perhaps, =.
far as an assembly Of honest, harmless
country gentlemen might come at IT,
they were endeavcring to do their duty
by the State. We meant no harm, we
are sure. All the editors of the State,
or nearly so. hallooed on by Watterson,
were swapping viciously OF the legislative
trowser-legs. and our only moiivefor join
ing the melee was founded in an old
fashioned love of f;,ir-play. The Repre-
sentatives at Frankfort, for manifest rsa-
sons Of prop-iety, could not 60 on their
all-fours to defend themselves. We I'M
dertook to do that for them, and we are
very sorry now that we did. No strange,
unfriended cur ever limped on, Of a free
fight with half our present humility and
reimbursement. Has not this correspon-
dent from Frankfort called our paper
ian obscure iaferin, ISrEsIcR jour
NAL, not worth talking sbcut?" Aud
II not this disparagins summary Of our
merits being read and digested to-day by
ali the nations of the earth? True, this
style of language, in itself considered, is
not necessarily, or even usually, fatal to q
country editor. Had it been uttered by
m ordinary mortal we might have sur
viyed it. But here, the intelligent read
or will observe, the words are az c1iss-
dra. They possess an oracular, not to
say sacramcntal, authority, which
smashes into smithcreens what wss yes
terdsy, for the country, very promis-
ing little newspaper enterprise. To
illustrate, if a fsh-wife bid you "be
ID" you smile and go your ways;
but let the Pope utter the selfsame
anathema, and you will do well to bid
your friends alieu, (f5r a season. and
pack up your summer clothes.
Now this correspondent, whose name
we learn is Andsrson--G. ". Anderson
but whether these initials are symbols
of George Washington or Gee-Whilli-
kins is shrouded in mystcry-this gentle
man, We say, may be, and probably is,
an ass per sc; his letters may be as vapii,
as prosy, and as stupid as as they are,
to put an extreme case; the Wit with
which he essays to enliven them, may
be only scurrillous impertinence, or that
circus smartness which is tolerable only
from the sawdust arena the public spir-
it, which animates them overmuch, may
be only secohd-handed venom Of his mas
tiers editorial in the previous days pa
per aud it may even he true that q.
w. is not guilty of these things deliber'
ately and with malice prepense, but with
no higher, or lower, or other motive
whatever, than TO earn the wages where
with to purchase hash and pacify his
wash-woman. Yet the force of the
blow, bear witness our shattered pros
poets, Is not weakened by the teeblenoss o.
the arm which directs ii. 1t bears with
II the crushing momentum Of vast in
siitution. G. W. is part and parcel o.
the CoWisr-JoTnai Now we like the
C5arier-Journal and are proud Of it.
We could mt desire to be guiliotined, II
1t must be done, by surer or sharper
blade. Built up and kept up by the
pluck, energy and genius Of one man,
Mr.. Haldeman, it il in the main mosi
admirable and powerful Journal, though
sometimes prostituted, by no design OF
his we hope and believe, to very little
and unworthy uses. And thus it hap
pens that our Fate, in the form of q.
W., now sits on this terrible engine,
which he has just guided over US, and,
like the fly on the chariot wheel, will
presently say to himself "What deucG
OF dust I've kicked up here"
There is another very agSrayatine
thing-ihe supreme and serene uncon
Germ of this correspondent. We hav nj
even ruilled his temper. Not anger i'm
pels his pen, but high aud mighty and
contemptuous Indifference. He annihi
iates us by a careless side-blow of hi;
pen, as it were, with no more Of passion
in II than moves an elephant in crushing
ar ant, or an algebraist in eliminating
an unknown quantity. There is nothing
on the earth. nor under the earth, which
can possibly equal this calm, COMPOUNDED
consciously superior coolness of the first
class newspaper correspondent, except
il be the GOODNESS of the frst-class hoteI
clerk-he who blights you with calm
imperturbabls gaze, when you humblJ
ask for your key-the slow and simple
folding Of whose arms, on such IN occa'
sion. robs you Of all selfrespect forever,
and says fur more plainly than words
miserable sooundrel unhappy vaga,
bond how dare you address MEl"
II is this feature Of the matter, We
confess, which hurts us most. We die
riihont erLni. nNnt worth talking