The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1877-03-07

was necessary to have a rhyme for
bed Can he suppose that could
write poetry without rhymes? The
man is lunatic! He ought not to
be at large J, 3o- -
Hardly had the indignant
and energetic parent of Bar
tholomew departed when a man
with red hair and ferocious glare
in his eyes entered, carrying a club
and accompanied by savage look
ing dog. E4-n F9-
Il want to see the editor he
shouted.
A gLastly pallor overspread the
colonel's face. and he said.
''The editor is not in.''
"Well, when mill he be in, them"
Not for a week-for a month
for a year-for ever? He will neY-
er come in any more?" screamed
Bangs. s'He has gone to South
America, with the intention to re-
main there the balance of his life
He has departed. He has fed. If
you want to see him you had better
follow him to the equator. He will
be glad to see you. | would advise
you to take the next boat--to start
at once" eaa
THAT is unfortunate" said the
man, Il came all the way from Del
eware City for the purpose of bat
tering him up lot with this club."
He will be sorry" said Bangs,
sarcasticaly. "He viii regret miss
ing you. L will write to hlm. aud
mention that you dropped in.'
My name is McFadden," said
the man, II came to break The head
Of the man who wrote that obituary
poetry about my wife. If you don't
tell me who perpetrated the follow
ing, L II break yottrS for you. Where's
the man who wrote this? Pay at
tention: -
'' Mrs. 1IeFadden. has gone from this life;
She has left all its sorrows and cares;
She caught the rheumatics in both her Iegs
While scrubbing the cellar and stars.
They put mustard -plasters upon her in vain
They bathed her with whisky and rum;
But Thursday her spirit departed, and left
Her body entirely numb.'"
''The man who held the late Mrs.
EcFadden up to the scorn of an un-
sympathetic world in that shocking
manner" said the editor, sis James
B. Simmer. He boards in blank
street, fourth door from the corner.
1 would advise you to call on him
and avengs Mrs McFadden's wrongs
dog-bites.
,'And this" sighed the poet out
side the door, 'is the man who told
me to divert McFadden's mind from
contemplation of the horrors of the
tomb. It was this monster who
counseled me to make the sunshine
of McFadden's smiles burst through
the tempest of McFadden's tears.
IF that red headed monster couldn't
smile over that allusion to whisky
and rum, if those remarks about the
rheumatism in her legs could not
divert his mind from the horrors of
the tomb. was it my fault? McFad-
den grovels lie knows no more
about poetry than a mule knows
about the Sh rter Catechism.'
The poet. determined to leave be-
fore any more criticisms were made
upon his performances. He jumped
down from his chair and crept soft
Iy toward the back staircase.
The story told by the foreman re-
lates that Col. Bangs ut the same
instent resolved to escape any fur
ther prosecution. aud he moved off
in the direction taken by the poet.
The two met upon the landing, and
the colonel was about to begin his
quarrel with Simmer, when an en-
ragged old woman who had been
cropping her way up stairs suddenly
plunged her umbrella at Bangs, and
held him in the corner while she
handed a copy of the Argus to
Simmer, and pointing to a certain
stanza. asked him to read it aloud.
He did so in a somewhat tremulous
voice and with frightened glances
at the enraged colonel. The verse
was as follows: