from the sensational theorizing indulged by editors
choosing to expend more care and money upon local news
than upon European rumors; but we may not injudiciously
hazard the assumption, that, were the police under
any other than Democratic domination, such a murder
as that alleged to have been committed by MANTON PENJOHNSON
on BALDWIN GOOD had not been possible. PENJOHNSON,
it shall be noticed, is a Southerner, while young
GOOD was strongly Northern in sentiment; and it requires
no straining of a point to trace in these known facts
a sectional antagonism to which even a long war has
not yielded full sanguinary satiation.”
The
World said: “
Acerrima proximorum
odia; and, under the present infamous Radical
abuse of empire, the hatred between brothers, first
fostered by the eleutheromaniacs of Abolitionism,
is bearing its bitter fruit of private assassination
at last. Somewhere amongst our
loci communes
of to-day may be found a report of the supposed death,
at Hampsteadville (
not Bumperville, as a radical
contemporary has it,) of a young Northerner named GOODWIN
BLOOD, at the hands of a Southern gentleman belonging
to the stately old Southern family of PENTORRENS.
The PENTORRENS’ are related, by old cavalier
stock, to the Dukes of Mandeville, whose present ducal
descendant combines the elegance of an Esterhazy with
the intellect of an Argyle. That a scion of such
blood as this has reduced a fellow-being to a condition
of inanimate protoplasm, is to be regretted for his
sake; but more for that of a country in which the
philosophy of COMTE finds in a corrupt radical pantarchy
all-sufficient first-cause of whatsoever is rotten
in the State of Denmark.” The Times said:
“We give no details of the Burnstableville tragedy
to-day, not being willing to pander to a vitiated
public taste; but shall do so to-morrow.”
After reading these articles in the Great Dailies
with considerable distraction, and inferring therefrom,
that at least three different young Southerners had
killed three different young Northerners in three
different places on Christmas-Eve, Judge SWEENEY had
a rush of blood to the brain, and discharged MONTGOMERY
PENDRAGON as a person of undistinguishable identity.
But, when set at large, the helpless youth could not
turn a corner without meeting some bald-headed reporter
who raised the cry of “Stop thief!” if
he sought to fly, and, if he paused, interviewed him
in a magisterial manner, and almost tearfully implored
him to Confess his crime in time for the Next Edition.
Father DEAN, Ritual Rector of St. Cow’s, meeting
Gospeler SIMPSON upon one of their daily strolls through
the snow, said to him:
“This young man, your pupil, has sinned, it
appears, and a Ritualistic church, Mr. Gospeler, is
no sanctuary for sinners.”
“I cannot believe that the sin is his, Holy
Father,” answered the Reverend OCTAVIUS, respectfully:
“but, even if it is, and he is remorseful for
it, should not our Church cover him with her wings?”