Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1875-06-29
AN ExrrNauIsHER.

AN 4A
The Appeal of this morning has a
gushingly felicitous and facetious leader
upon Mr.. II. G.. Slaughter, the %unfortu-
nate gentleman who has had the temer-
ity to write thus far two short communi-
cations for the LEDGER ever his own
name, without consulting the school
ring, Both his letters united would
make scarcely half a column in the
LEDGER. The Appeals observations in
regard thereto take up just n column
of our overgrowG o5temporary's valuable
space. The way they tackle Slaughter
is a caution to all offenders. He will
never be heard Of again. Poor fellow
BE took his carpet bag, a copy of the
Appeal and struck out early this morn
ing. The last seen Of him he was maxi
ing for a dense swamp on q fox trot,
looking back at each long step as if ex-
pectirg the trident Of the School Board to
come blowing upthe ground or to see the
fash Of the Appeals artillery lighting
up the gloom far In the rear, Wherever.
he may wander he must forever feelvery
small, while the Appeal, as master Of the
situation, will be internally msgni6ed in
proportion. A few Of the things to which
Mr.. Slaughter is likened are a trick mule.
in d circus; a victim with the mGmps be-.
tween two blankets; Job; a snail crawling
to the top Of an obelisk; Saul son Of
Kish who went cut to find his father
asses and found a kingdom bull in q
china shop; a monarch in exile; a toad
in a parlOr; a strickenAjax; a Bohemian;
"A candle. sxtiDguisher; a brOken-nOsed
prize-Gghter; a government derrick a
rocket shot into the empyrean of fame;
poor little jackal yelping around the
carcass which stronger beasts have
devoured; and so on. There is a wealth
of imagery, q concentration Of reason
ing powers, a breadth Of premises and
an effulgence of rhetoric about all this
which dazes any ordinary intellect if it
does not kill out and out. 1t is unah-
sWerable, for nothing else can be heard.
Slaughter voice now is no longer heard
in the land. He might shout himself
hoarse, but it would be no more than the
chirp Of a cricket answering back at the
siege Of Sebastopol. We are only aston
ished that forty pounds of powder was
used in the charge to kill such a small
sparrow at short range. There is but
one reasonable explanation, which is,
that the gun had been loaded a long time
and it was thought necessary to shoot
her of at something, and poor Slaughter
was the FIRST game that came in sight.
The fuse was probably fred about Sat,
urdsy night and fair warning given to
the gunners hat they might stand back
and put cotton in their ears. But poor
Slaughter had no such warning; hO was
sitting quietly in his little garrett writing
a short statement NO. 81 for the LED
GER, when the whole charge was deliv.
cred solid, like an equinoctial hurricane,
carrying off the victim and the top Of
the house. His escape afterwards to the
woods wal miraculous. When the smoke
clears away we will see what damage was
done otherwise. The public sympathy
generally goes with the weaSer side; so
it will follow Slaughter in his misfor.
tunes. 1t is always gratifying to read Of
a little fellow like David killing the
great Philistine Goliath, but in this case
Goliath has blUfHed David of the field
We shall set the David in this case NJ
again and see fair play. So in due tim,
the public will hear from Mr.. Slaughter
again.