The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1879-10-03

ing eyes that were avengingly fixed upon
me.
"'Now, SIR he Kissed, between his set
teeth, what have you to say to this"
81 explained as well as | could, that it was
not mig fault. | assured him that l had been
absent for two days, and had not until that
moment seen the paper. | begged him to
consider that no one could read that notice,
| and not perceive that short satin skirt,
long robe, and an elegant fan had been the
exquisite attire of the lovely and accomplish
ed bride
81 begged him, as token of my regret and
regard, to accept n years subscription to the
Clarion CdB and solemnly assured him that
would, with my own hand, severely chas
tise the miserable scoundrel whose diabolical
carelcssness had been the occasion of the
slight typographical errors, which would pro-
badly not be observed by one reader in a hun
drcd While | was yet speaking, | became
aware of an individual with pallid coun-
tenancc, long, flowing hair, and dark, melan-
choly eyes, now rolling in rather singular
manner, who pushed his way past my door
keepers, and advanced toward me with a
naughty mien.
"Sirp said he, 4 am Algernon Byron
Smythe. There is my card, sir! You will
recognize me as poetic contributor to the
various literary journals and magazines, and
also as the author of the poem which you
have taken the liberty to burlesquc in to-
days issue of your vulgar and piratical paper,
| demand to know, sir, by what right you
presume to manglc and dsiigure the produc-
tons of a poets penY How dare you attrib-
ute to me, sir, the authorship of such idiotic
drivcl as this"
Gle pointed to some stanzas in the Poets
Corner of the CLl3on CAL, and read aloud:
1.-The pigs hang rasping on the wall.
Tho ruffies murmur meath the moon;
And breathing incense-laden balm
Red noses blow in tune.
"'Do you call that poetry, sir? Do you
dare publicly hold me up as the author ofthat
drivelG "Pgs' for figs, ''1usping" for ripenSng,
"rMBteS' for T5ppleS; and the browning outrage
tiful line, RED roses blow in June trans
formed, degraded, vulgarized into what you
have made of it. By the sacred stars above
sir, will hold you accountable for thisp
"'And will break his eternal idiotic skull
for him % shouted red-headed man. rushing
in, and thrusting huge fist in my face
Look here, sir didn't desire you to adver-
tise for two hundred bushels of oats? Then,
why in the name of everything infamous and
imbecile, did you inform the public that
would pay the highest price for two hundred
bushels of cats? Yes, sir, cats 1t isn't an
hour since, going to my feed-store, l found a
man there with twelve cats in chicken
coop, and three old women, each with pair
of cats for sale; to say nothing of an innum-
cradle procession of boys, with cats of all
colors and all sizes, to be disposed of at the
highest price; and when l declined to pur-
chase them, their owners let them all loose
in my office. Think of that, sir think of
what you have brought upon me by your low,
vile, disgraceful tricks, your grizzly-headed
old idiotP
"By this time | really had no power to
think | was bewldered, dizzy, confused
was conscious of q tall man, in velveteen
shooting jacket, sternly demanding of me
whether had written that notice of hunt
ing party on the previous day? and whether
it was who had asserted that he, Captain
George Jones, had shot a peasant? And how
dared l thus hold him up to public view in
the light of a murderer?
81 have also an indistnct recollection of
something coming in rather violent contact
with my head. If am not mistaken, it was
one ofmy own carpet slippers, projected by
some unteeling person in the crowd
"Then was punched in the back with an
umbrella, whose owner demanded to be in
formed how dared, in describing the ball of
the night before, to assert that his sister re-
sembled tipsy- girl?
"NeXt, somebody kicked the chair from
under me, and heard deep voice soemnly
denounce me as a hoary-headed old sinner,
and sacrilegious son perdition, on account
of my having announced in my paper that a
religious carniGG was going on at the Bath
sheba Chapel, where were present a great
number of penitentiary convicts. suppose
it should have been reDiCat, and aoenitents, and
concerts. At that time hymn book was SHE'D
at my head.
"1'hen there was sudden hush and stir
in the crowd, and l caught glimpse, over
the sea of heads, of an uplifted arm, grasping
what looked like n horscwhip, moving steadi-
ly towards me-
considering it advisable to avoid q scene,
quietly retired from my Office, making my
way through the crowd who speeded me on
with pushes punches and, if | am not mista-
taken, with application of their boots to my
person. .".
81 made it my business to look for Burrows
on that day and the day following. l haven't
been successful. His landlady informs me
that he received hasty summons home, on
business of pressing nature.
"But confdentially assert that if he pre-
sumes shortly to return to middleton, he will
find the temperature of the place rather high
er than will probably be agreeable"