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to do it but he was no more fitted for breakfast than a mummy would be;
sirnot a bit。 Lean?why; bless me!and tough? Ah; he was very
tough! You could not imagine ityou could never imagine anything like
it。〃
〃Do you mean to tell me that〃
〃Do not interrupt me; please。 After breakfast we elected a man by the
name of Walker; from Detroit; for supper。 He was very good。 I wrote his
wife so afterward。 He was worthy of all praise。 I shall always remember
Walker。 He was a little rare; but very good。 And then the next morning
we had Morgan of Alabama for breakfast。 He was one of the finest men I
ever sat down to handsome; educated; refined; spoke several languages
fluently a perfect gentleman he was a perfect gentleman; and singularly
juicy。 For supper we had that Oregon patriarch; and he was a fraud;
there is no question about itold; scraggy; tough; nobody can picture
the reality。 I finally said; gentlemen; you can do as you like; but I
will wait for another election。 And Grimes of Illinois said; 'Gentlemen;
I will wait also。 When you elect a man that has something to recommend
him; I shall be glad to join you again。' It soon became evident that
there was general dissatisfaction with Davis of Oregon; and so; to
preserve the good will that had prevailed so pleasantly since we had had
Harris; an election was called; and the result of it was that Baker of
Georgia was chosen。 He was splendid! Well; wellafter that we had
Doolittle; and Hawkins; and McElroy (there was some complaint about
McElroy; because he was uncommonly short and thin); and Penrod; and two
Smiths; and Bailey (Bailey had a wooden leg; which was clear loss; but he
was otherwise good); and an Indian boy; and an organ…grinder; and a
gentleman by the name of Buckminstera poor stick of a vagabond that
wasn't any good for company and no account for breakfast。 We were glad
we got him elected before relief came。〃
〃And so the blessed relief did come at last?〃
〃Yes; it came one bright; sunny morning; just after election。 John
Murphy was the choice; and there never was a better; I am willing to
testify; but John Murphy came home with us; in the train that came to
succor us; and lived to marry the widow Harris〃
〃Relict of〃
〃Relict of our first choice。 He married her; and is happy and respected
and prosperous yet。 Ah; it was like a novel; sirit was like a romance。
This is my stopping…place; sir; I must bid you goodby。 Any time that you
can make it convenient to tarry a day or two with me; I shall be glad to
have you。 I like you; sir; I have conceived an affection for you。
I could like you as well as I liked Harris himself; sir。 Good day; sir;
and a pleasant journey。〃
He was gone。 I never felt so stunned; so distressed; so bewildered in my
life。 But in my soul I was glad he was gone。 With all his gentleness of
manner and his soft voice; I shuddered whenever he turned his hungry eye
upon me; and when I heard that I had achieved his perilous affection; and
that I stood almost with the late Harris in his esteem; my heart fairly
stood still!
I was bewildered beyond description。 I did not doubt his word; I could
not question a single item in a statement so stamped with the earnestness
of truth as his; but its dreadful details overpowered me; and threw my
thoughts into hopeless confusion。 I saw the conductor looking at me。
I said; 〃Who is that man?〃
〃He was a member of Congress once; and a good one。 But he got caught in
a snow…drift in the cars; and like to have been starved to death。 He got
so frost…bitten and frozen up generally; and used up for want of
something to eat; that he was sick and out of his head two or three
months afterward。 He is all right now; only he is a monomaniac; and when
he gets on that old subject he never stops till he has eat up that whole
car…load of people he talks about。 He would have finished the crowd by
this time; only he had to get out here。 He has got their names as pat as
A B C。 When he gets them all eat up but himself; he always says: 'Then
the hour for the usual election for breakfast having arrived; and there
being no opposition; I was duly elected; after which; there being no
objections offered; I resigned。 Thus I am here。'〃
I felt inexpressibly relieved to know that I had only been listening to
the harmless vagaries of a madman instead of the genuine experiences of a
bloodthirsty cannibal。
THE KILLING OF JULIUS CAESAR 〃LOCALIZED〃 'Written about 1865。'
Being the only true and reliable account ever published; taken from the
Roman 〃Daily Evening Fasces;〃 of the date of that tremendous occurrence。
Nothing in the world affords a newspaper reporter so much satisfaction as
gathering up the details of a bloody and mysterious murder and writing
them up with aggravating circumstantiality。 He takes a living delight in
this labor of lovefor such it is to him; especially if he knows that
all the other papers have gone to press; and his will be the only one
that will contain the dreadful intelligence。 A feeling of regret has
often come over me that I was not reporting in Rome when Caesar was
killedreporting on an evening paper; and the only one in the city; and
getting at least twelve hours ahead of the morning…paper boys with this
most magnificent 〃item〃 that ever fell to the lot of the craft。 Other
events have happened as startling as this; but none that possessed so
peculiarly all the characteristics of the favorite 〃item〃 of the present
day; magnified into grandeur and sublimity by the high rank; fame; and
social and political standing of the actors in it。
However; as I was not permitted to report Caesar's assassination in the
regular way; it has at least afforded me rare satisfaction to translate
the following able account of it from the original Latin of the Roman
Daily Evening Fasces of that datesecond edition:
Our usually quiet city of Rome was thrown into a state of wild excitement
yesterday by the occurrence of one of those bloody affrays which sicken
the heart and fill the soul with fear; while they inspire all thinking
men with forebodings for the future of a city where human life is held so
cheaply and the gravest laws are so openly set at defiance。 As the
result of that affray; it is our painful duty; as public journalists; to
record the death of one of our most esteemed citizensa man whose name
is known wherever this paper circulates; and where fame it has been our
pleasure and our privilege to extend; and also to protect from the tongue
of slander and falsehood; to the best of our poor ability。 We refer to
Mr。 J。 Caesar; the Emperor…elect。
The facts of the case; as nearly as our reporter could determine them
from the conflicting statements of eye…witnesses; were about as follows:…
The affair was an election row; of course。 Nine…tenths of the ghastly
butcheries that disgrace the city nowadays grow out of the bickerings and
jealousies and animosities engendered by these accursed elections。 Rome
would be the gainer by it if her very constables were elected to serve a
century; for in our experience we have never even been able to choose a
dog…pelter without celebrating the event with a dozen knockdowns and a
general cramming of the station…house with drunken vagabonds overnight。
It is said that when the immense majority for Caesar at the polls in the
market was declared the other day; and the crown was offered to that
gentleman; even his amazing unselfishness in refusing it three times was
not sufficient to save him from the whispered insults of such men as
Casca; of the Tenth Ward; and other hirelings of the disappointed
candidate; hailing mostly from the Eleventh and Thirteenth and other
outside districts; who were overheard speaking ironically and
contemptuously of Mr。 Caesar's conduct upon that occasion。
We are further informed that there are many among us who think they are
justified in believing that the assassination of Julius Caesar was a put…
up thinga cut…and…dried arrangement; hatched by Marcus Brutus and a lot
of his hired roughs; and carried out only too faithfully according to the
program。 Whether there be good grounds for this suspicion or no