If we take a fancy to a woman we shall wed her, but we’re not to be
coerced into matrimony by any ridiculous school-girl who may chance to
fall into a horse-pond. We know their tricks and their manners—waking
to consciousness in a fellow’s arms and throwing their own wet ones
about his neck, saying, “The life you have preserved, noble youth, is
yours; whither thou goest I will go; thy horses and carriages shall be
my horses and carriages!”
We are too old a sturgeon to be caught with a spoon-hook. Ladies in the
vicinity of our person need not hesitate to fling themselves madly into
the first goose-puddle that obstructs their way; their liberty of
action will be scrupulously respected.
.... There is a bladdery old nasality ranging about the country upon
free passes, vexing the public ear with “hallowed songs,” and making of
himself a spectacle to the eye. This bleating lamb calls himself the
“Sacred Singer,” and has managed to get that pleasing title into the
newspapers until it is become as offensive as himself.
Now, therefore, we do trustfully petition that this wearisome
psalm-sharp, this miauling meter-monger, this howling dervish of hymns
devotional, may strain his trachea, unsettle the braces of his lungs,
crack his ridiculous gizzard and perish of pneumonia starvation. And
may the good Satan seize upon the catgut strings of his tuneful soul,
and smite therefrom a wicked, wicked waltz!
.... We hold a most unflattering opinion of the man who will thieve a
dog, but between him and the man who will keep one, the moral
difference is not so great as to be irreconcilable.
Our own dog is a standing example of canine inutility. The scurvy cur
is not only totally depraved in his morals, but his hair stands the
wrong way, and his tail is of that nameless type intermediate between
the pendulously pitiful and the spirally exasperating—a tail which
gives rise to conflicting emotions in the mind of the beholder, and
causes the involuntarily uplifted hand to hesitate if it shall knuckle
away the springing tear, or fall in thunderous vengeance upon the head
of the dog’s master.
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