The indignation of Mr. Bullet-head at these scandalous insinuations, I shall not attempt to describe.  On the eel-skinning principle, however, he did not seem to be so much incensed at the attack upon his integrity as one might have imagined.  It was the sneer at his style that drove him to desperation.  What! —­ he Touch-and-go Bullet-head! —­ not able to write a word without an O in it!  He would soon let the jackanapes see that he was mistaken.  Yes! he would let him see how much he was mistaken, the puppy!  He, Touch-and-go Bullet-head, of Frogpondium, would let Mr. John Smith perceive that he, Bullet-head, could indite, if it so pleased him, a whole paragraph —­ aye! a whole article —­ in which that contemptible vowel should not once —­ not even once —­ make its appearance.  But no; —­ that would be yielding a point to the said John Smith.  He, Bullet-head, would make no alteration in his style, to suit the caprices of any Mr. Smith in Christendom.  Perish so vile a thought!  The O forever; He would persist in the O. He would be as O-wy as O-wy could be.

Burning with the chivalry of this determination, the great Touch-and-go, in the next ‘Tea-Pot,’ came out merely with this simple but resolute paragraph, in reference to this unhappy affair: 

’The editor of the “Tea-Pot” has the honor of advising the editor of the “Gazette” that he (the “Tea-Pot”) will take an opportunity in tomorrow morning’s paper, of convincing him (the “Gazette”) that he (the “Tea-Pot”) both can and will be his own master, as regards style; he (the “Tea-Pot”) intending to show him (the “Gazette”) the supreme, and indeed the withering contempt with which the criticism of him (the “Gazette”) inspires the independent bosom of him (the “TeaPot”) by composing for the especial gratification (?) of him (the “Gazette”) a leading article, of some extent, in which the beautiful vowel —­ the emblem of Eternity —­ yet so offensive to the hyper-exquisite delicacy of him (the “Gazette”) shall most certainly not be avoided by his (the “Gazette’s”) most obedient, humble servant, the “Tea-Pot.”  “So much for Buckingham!"’

In fulfilment of the awful threat thus darkly intimated rather than decidedly enunciated, the great Bullet-head, turning a deaf ear to all entreaties for ‘copy,’ and simply requesting his foreman to ’go to the d-l,’ when he (the foreman) assured him (the ’Tea-Pot’!) that it was high time to ‘go to press’:  turning a deaf ear to everything, I say, the great Bullet-head sat up until day-break, consuming the midnight oil, and absorbed in the composition of the really unparalleled paragraph, which follows:-

’So ho, John! how now?  Told you so, you know.  Don’t crow, another time, before you’re out of the woods!  Does your mother know you’re out?  Oh, no, no! —­ so go home at once, now, John, to your odious old woods of Concord!  Go home to your woods, old owl —­ go!  You won’t!  Oh, poh, poh, don’t do so!  You’ve got to go,