Smyrna times., 1874-03-18

And who" said another, man, addressing
the editor, authorized you to print this hid
eous stuff about my deceased son? Do you
mean to say that it was not with your author
ity that your low comedian inserted with my !
advertisement the following scandalous bur
lesque? Listen to this
"wile had purple monkey climbing on a yellow stick,
And when he sucked the paint all of made him deay SICK
And in his latest hours he casped that monkey in his hand
And bid good bye to earth and went into better land.
Oh he II shoot his sister with his little wooden
And he'll twist pussys tail and make her yOwl
for fun.
The tail stands straight the laid aside
The monkey dOssnt jump around since little Willie died
"The utterly atrocious character of this
balder dash will appear when | say that Will |
liam was twenty years old, that he never had |
a purple monkey on stick, that he never
sucked such thing, that he never fooled with |
cats, aud that he died OF liver complaint"
Infamous utterly intamous!" groaned |
the editor, as he cast his eyes over the lines |
And the wretch who did this still lives 1t |
is too much u
And yet, whispered OFT to himself, he
told me to tighten the gloom and to cheer the
afflicted family with the resources of my art
and [ certainly thought that idea about the
monkey would have that effect, somehow. 1t
is ungratef
Just tn there was knock at the door, and
a woman entered, crying.
Are you the OditOr?" she inquired OF
Brimmer
Brmmer said he was.
"W w-well, she said in a voice broken by
sobs W-what do you mean by publishing this
kind of poetry alb bout m-my Johnny? My
name is Sm-Smith, and when looked this
morning for the notice of Johnny's death in
y your paper, | saw this awful. wicked, wicked
v-verse
-Four doctors tackled Johnny Smith
They bisered and they bled him
With squills and anti-bilIious pills
Aud ipecAc they fed him.
They stirred him up with calomeI,
And tried to move his liver
But all IN vain-his little soul
Was waited Oer the river"
ats false false that's what it is
johnny only had one doctor. And they didn' I
try to move his liver and they ddin' t b bleed
and blister him. It's a wicked talsehood, and
you ro hard hearted brute for printing it -
Madame, shall go crazy if you continue -
exclaimed Brimmer. "This is not my work
1t is the work of serpent whom | warmed in
my bosom, and whom [ will slay with my own
hand as soon as he comes in. Madame, the
miserable outcast shall die -
Strange-strange, unused OFT, "And this
man told me to combine eevating sentiment
with practical information. If the infOrma
practical | have misunderstood the use of that
word. And if young Smith didn't have four
, doctors it was an outrage. He ought to have
/. had them, and they ought 10 have excited his
liver Thus it is, thought OFT, that human
life is sacrificed to carcsssness."
At this juncture the sheriff entered, his
brow clothed with thunder. He had copy OF
the Morning Glory in his hand. He approch
, ed the editor, and, pointing to death notice
/ said:
q Read that horrible mockery of my woe
. and tell me the name Of the writer, SO that
y Gun chastise him.
= The editor read as follows
We have lost our little Hannah in very painful manner
And often ask How her harsh suerinRS be borne
When first reported her
With the grief that she supported for it made her ferorn
She was such little seraph father who Is sheriff.
Really doesen it he smiles In life
a She gone hope Heaven, the early
Funeral off elev@n where she Il have pain.
"As consequence of this infamy l with
c draw all the county advertising from you
A. paper A man who could tri1e in this mar
d ner with the feelings Of parent is a savag
Il and sGOundrel.
t, As the sheriff went out, Brmmer placed hi
a head upon the table and grOaned.
,e Really" Mr.. OFT reflected that perso
st must be deranged. | tried, in his case, to pu
le myself in his place, and to write as il it wa
of one of the family, according to instruction.
\. The verses are beautiful. That allusion to tn
1T grief Of her aunt, particularly, seemed to b
rs very happy. 1t expresses violent emotion
er with felicitOus combination of sweetness an
ic force. These people have no soul-no apprC
Il. citation of the beautiful in art"
of While the poet unused, hurried steps wei
heard upon the stairs, and in moment mic
q. dle-aged man dashed in abruptly, and seizin
d.. boi h,,un al
re- trate head against the table three or four time
r. with considerable force. Having expended tn
ed violenoe Of his emotions In this manner,
he held the editors head down with one hanC
gh shaking it occasionally, by way of empasis. an
,r, with the other hand seized the paper and said
Is, you disgraceful old TeprObat0 What {
Gle you mean by putting such stuff as this in yol
lt- vile sheet about my deceased SOM
IN Oh bury Bartholomew in the woods
in In a beautiful hole in the ground
M Whore humble buzz and the sing,
And the stradd e-bugs tumble around:
so that in winter, when the snow aud the sush
Ae' Have covered his last little bed.
le. HIS brother ArtemAa out with JanS
err And visit the place with his sled.
'ed "I'll teach you to talk about straddle. bug
III, I'll instruct you about slush Ill enlight,
ln- your insane old intellect on tho subject of sin
ing woodpeckersl What do you know abe
Jane and Artemas
At the end OF every phrase the visitor ga
the editors head a fresh knock against Il
table When the exercise was ended NJ
Brimmer explained and apOlOgized in Il
humblest manner, promising at the same tin
to give his assailant chance to pummel Oh
her "The treachery of this man." murmur
her the poet, els dreadful. Didn't he desire Il
I'M to throw a glamor OF poesy over commnnpla
1t details? But for that l should never ha
my thought OF nlluding to WOodpecksrs and bug
hat and other children of nature. The man o
jects to the remarks about the Sled Can t
lis- idiot know that it was necessary to have
en-. rhyme for bed? Can he suppose that cou
Ier. write poetry without rhyme? The man il
his lunaticl He ought not to be at large
Iul Hardly had the indignant and energetic
s. rent of Bartholomew departed when m
with rod hair and ferOciOus glare in his ey