Father Mahony, of the Dubuque Herald, garbles an extract from the reply we made him, exposing his guilty treason, and then for want of argument, like an old fish-workman of Billingsgate, tries to overwhelm us with expletives; piling them up in a racy style that shows his familiarity with foul language before he consorted with gentlemen, until working himself into a perfect fury, he stops at a half column, and agonizingly exclaims, “we waste our space in giving him so much notice!”
He reminds us of the terribly profane old fellow, of the Judge Clagett school, who was ascending a hill with a wagon load of flour when one of the bags came untied and left a wake of its precious contents all the way behind. Several wags observing it, and aware of the old man’s propensity, ascended the hill to inform him and witness the floodgate of his wrath break loose. – The old man looked around, then coolly surveying the group before him, with an inkling of their object twinkling from his eyes, exclaimed, “Gentlemen, it’s no use, I can’t do the subject justice!”
– Published in The Davenport Daily Gazette, Davenport, Iowa, Saturday Morning, April 26, 1862, p. 2
He reminds us of the terribly profane old fellow, of the Judge Clagett school, who was ascending a hill with a wagon load of flour when one of the bags came untied and left a wake of its precious contents all the way behind. Several wags observing it, and aware of the old man’s propensity, ascended the hill to inform him and witness the floodgate of his wrath break loose. – The old man looked around, then coolly surveying the group before him, with an inkling of their object twinkling from his eyes, exclaimed, “Gentlemen, it’s no use, I can’t do the subject justice!”
– Published in The Davenport Daily Gazette, Davenport, Iowa, Saturday Morning, April 26, 1862, p. 2
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