Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1875-03-19
naner- saw this awful wicked verse:

paper. saw this awful wicked verse:
..Four octors tickled .Johnney smith
They blister. d and they b ed him;
With squills and anti-hillt0us pits
And ipecac they ted him
They stirred him uv with caiomei,
And tris d TO move his liver:
But all in van--his little soul
Was waite d DER the river"
"It is false false that's what it is |
Joanney only had one doctor. And
they didn't try to m-m-mOve his liver, |
aud they didn't bleed him and blister
him. It's a wicked falsehood, and |
you're a hard-hearted brute Tor print
MADAM, will go coasy if You con
thu " exclaimed Brimmer. "Ihis Is |
not nv work. It is the work OF ser
pert whom. I warmed in my bosom, |
and whom I will Stay with my Dan |
hand as soon as he comes in. Madam. |
the miserable Outcast shall die
"Strange stranger unused OFT
"And this man told me to combine |
elevating sentiment with practical iu-
formation. If the information con-
corning the squills and ipecac is not
practical, I have misunderstood the
use of that word. And if young Smith
didn't have four doctors it was an out
rage. He ought to have had them,
and they ought to nave moved his
liver. Thus it is" thought Ots, that
human life is sacrificed to careless
ness.
At this juncture, the sheriff entered.
his brow clothed with thunder. lie
had copy of the Morning Glory IN
his hand. He approached the editor,
and pointing to a death notice, said
"Read that horrible mockery of my
$500, onI 10 NJ, % tho m NIX nf the writer
SO that I can chastise him."
The editor read as fallows :
"We h We lost lite Hannah in very
painful mamer,
AMI We often askei. .How can he' har-h mt
" hen her death first reported. hrr aunt
got up and snOrtod
W til The iefthat she supported, for it mado
her feel torlo:n.
She was title serarh, that her ther, who
il IA sheriff,
Really does'rt seem to care if he never smiles
She has g r {. we hore, to heaven, at the earl,
Fu erel starts off at ';even.) While she'N
more have PAIN
GAS consequence of this infamy,
withdraw all the county advertising
from your paper. A man who can
triha in this manner with the feelings
of parent is savage and scOuD-
drel -
"Really," OFT reflected, "that per-
son must be deranged. | tried, III ms
case, to put myself in his p'ac.-, aud
| to write az if l was one of the 'ln!iy,
| according to instructions. The VERSES
| are beautiful. That alInsion to the
grief of her aunt, particularly, seemed
to me to be very happy. 1t expresses
| violent emotion with a felicitous cou-
| bination of sweetness and force. These
people have no so1ll-uo appreciation
! Of the beautiful art"
| While the poet unused, buried steps
were heard upon the stairs, and i'll a
moment middle aged man dashed H.
abruptly, and seized Brimmer's scat
tired hair, bumped his PROSTATE head
against the table three times with con-
siderable force. Having expended the
violence of his emotion in this manner,
he held the editors head down with
one hand, shaking it occasionally by
way of emphasis, and with the other
hand seized the paper and said
"You disgracetui old reprcbate
You unsympathetic aud disgusting
vampire You houry-headed old
ghoul What d'you mean by putting
such stuff as tn 8 in your sheet about
my son What d'you mean by print
ing such awful dcggerel as this, you
depraved and dissolute ink-siiuger-
you imbecile old quill driver you ?
| Oh! buy bartholomew out IN wo, ds,
| IN a b. All itu hole i'll the g''UIid
| Where tn tnmb e-bee" tuZz ana the " cd
! p.ckers sing.
And The rs i'll, -5u y tumble. ar"n- d,
SO that winter, when tin. snGw and slu>h
Have covered hi last liz lie bed.
| His brother Art-mus can go out with jane,
| And visit the place with his sled
IN teach you to talk stradd bug :!
I'll instruct you about slush I'll en-
Tighten your insane old intellect OH the
subjec Of singing wood-peckers! What
d'you know about Jane and Artenuz,
you wretcLed bnccaueer, you desprc-
able butcher of the English language
Go ont in a slt d ! Til carry you out
in a hearse before I'm done with you,
you deplorabIe lunatic p
At the end of every phrase, the
visitor gave the editors head fr sh
knock againt the table. When the tx
ercises We're ended, Mr.. Brimmer cx-
planned ard apoiogized in the hum
blest manner, promising at the SANE
| time to give his aSsalla q chance to
pummel OFT.
The treachery of the man." muir
INJURED the poet, sis dreadful. Didn :
he desire me to throw q glamour of
poetry over COMMON place details
But for that l should never have
thought of abiding to wood peckers,
and bugs and other children OF nature.
The man objects to the remarks about
the sled. Don't the idiot know that it
was necessary to have q rhyme for
bed?' Can he suppose that l crn
write poetry without rhymes? The
man is lunatic =! He ought not to lie
at large !"
Hardly had the indignant and ener-
getic parent of Bartholomew depart. q,
when a man with red hair, and fero-
cious glare in his eyes, entered, carry
ing club, aud accompanied by a
savage-looking dog.
81 want to see the editor" he
shouted.
A ghastly pallor oversprea adj. Brim-
mer's face, and be said:
"The editor is not in -
"Well, when will he be in ?"
"NOt for a week-a monitor a
year-forever He will never come
Ia any more y screamed Brimmer. He
has gone to South America, wi h the
Intention of staying there the balance
of his life. He has departed-he has
fled. If you want to see him, you had
better follow him to the equator He
will be glad to STE you. L would ad-
wise you, as friend, to take the ne 1t
boat and start at once"
"That is unfortunate, said the man
with tie golden locks; 81 called for
the purpose of battering him up lot
with this club"
HE will be sorry" said Brimmer.
8 'rcas tically. HE will rt gr..t missing
you I'll write to him and tell him,
and mention that you dropped in"
My name is McFadden," said the
man; Il came to break The head of the
man who wrote that obituary poetry
about my wife. If you don't tell M
who perpetrated the following, Iii
break yours for you Where is the
man that wrote this Pay attention:
| "Mrs. McFadden has gone from this Iife
| She has let q her snrrcws aud cares,
She cought the rheumatism in both her leg
| While SCI ubbing the ellar stairs