The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1885-12-16

scattered like the Autumn leaves"-is
a fine specimen of New England
friends and "A fitting preceptor for such
pupils. Instinct, some subtitle affinity
draws them to their historians Quota
tons that do not bear" Well it is
strange if they do not, when they are
just what Goodrich said of Smith.
"Bear!" Why, 1 think they ought to
at least "bear." II they do not "bear,"
it certainly is not my fault nor Smiths
fault.
What of Smiths escape on page IS
and ~ did he not do just as any
other man of sufficient courage would
have done under the circumstances >
but don't lose the page. l. this the
best that can be done? Why, / can
prove much meaner things than that
on Smith, so could any schoolboy, and
Pm often tempted to cross over and
give these gazing idiots a lift out of the
mire.
OF all the silly flumpery and empty
sniveling twaddle that ever besotted the
name of debate, | suppose this little
bench-legged, ross-eared, bull-headed
Tige, set Oh by his burly master, has
dragged this down, with a growl and
jerk, lowest in the depths Of revolving
disgust.
Behold the filching ideas from even
me! See their laundering and wallow-
ing and soldering over everything that
would redeem them from the quagmire
of failure, and mitigate their trucking
imbecllity. Mark their Laundering
wit and desperate efforts at repartee,
how tame, stale and fiat. Every sem
tence ground out by this shackling
combination born of conceit and sup
posed to be rs invulnerable as Gibraltar,
is dancing upon volcano; but I'm
forced 20 hasten on. So long as James
town stands an toto better than Ply
mouth, shall feel that my position is
teneable and shall have reason to con-
graduate myself as a defender of the
the faith. Aud 80 long as my charges
that New England is the birthplace of
Republieanism, MOrmanism and Free
lOveism, with its history Of cant, then
infidelity. intolerance, then persecution
and love of blood, then murder, go
unrefuted; my "JimtOwn" letters are
unanswered, and to prolong the debate
when nothing is denied would he run
ming against my own time. Therefore,
until these social mOnstrosities, who
defend people that always hated Us
worse than the devil bates holy water,
and who have proved themselves I'M
able to see the main question, get help
they had belterget the whole school
| shall certainly decline further notice.
Now, just one more thought and /
have done. In Schoolboy's grand
climax and closing of his letter, in the
scholarly and graceful peroation which
breaks i'm upon the spell-bound reader
like an italian sun-burst upon a myr-
tied cascade, dying out-with a wall to
spare his yOuth-in the distance like
the sweet reverberations of a maids
love song in Switzerland valley, he,
with a chuekie, turns this matches
period: "As Suggs is too old to call
brother, I'll say good by, uncle"-a fit
ting tribute to his mastery pen. To
have been the authOress of such pearl
thoughts, sparkling with So much
beauty, pathetic softness, harmony and
with infinite grace, the Tenth Muse,
that Sweet Sapphic poetess of Mitylene
doubtless would have died of sheer joy
like Chilo, the heather philosopher, at
the So. Olympiad. But really it was a
piece of inipudent familiarity which |
had not expected even of him, yet he
does not seem to have thought it posi-
BILE That | could take it in any other
| light than that of the greatest honor.
| But, he reekOns without his host.
fail to see the relevancy or the neces-
sity of his calling me either, and spurn
his fraternal fawning with indignation
and contempt. | can excuse that fel-
low from all familiarities, who disgraces
the name of Kentucky by turning upon
the land o. his birth TO fondle aud lick
the Puritan hand which never yet lost
an opportunity to stab us in the back
like a coward, and in the dark like an
assassin.
So mark We, literary vagabond, take
the curse of KentuckiaD, who dares
defend the native air he breathes and
soil he trods, loving them as his land
hereafter content yourself in calling
me MIR. SUGGS.