The flush times of Alabama and Mississippi . g me for some time, to write her something. To get ridof her importunities, I had scribbled off a few lines and cop-ied them in the precious volume. Rose, the little fool,took them for something very clever (she never had morethan a thimbleful of brains in her doll-baby head)—and wasso tickled with them, that she got her brother, Bill, thenabout fourteen, to copy them off, as well as he could, andtake them to the printing office. Bill threw them under thedoor; the printer, as big a fool as either, not only publishedthem, but, in his infernal kindnes
The flush times of Alabama and Mississippi . g me for some time, to write her something. To get ridof her importunities, I had scribbled off a few lines and cop-ied them in the precious volume. Rose, the little fool,took them for something very clever (she never had morethan a thimbleful of brains in her doll-baby head)—and wasso tickled with them, that she got her brother, Bill, thenabout fourteen, to copy them off, as well as he could, andtake them to the printing office. Bill threw them under thedoor; the printer, as big a fool as either, not only publishedthem, but, in his infernal kindness, puffed them in some criti-cal commendations of his own, referring to the gifted au-thor, as one of the most promising of the younger mem-bers of our bar. The fun, by this time, grew fast and furious. The coun-try people, who have about as much sympathy for a youngtown lawyer, badgered by an older one, as for a young cubbeset by curs; and who have about as much idea or respectfor poetry, as for witchcraft, joined in the mirth with great. TIIK CURE OF POETfeV MY FIRST APPEARANCE AT THE BAR. 43 glee. They crowded around old Kasm, and stamped androared as at a circus. The Judge and Sheriff in vain triedto keep order. Indeed, his honor smiled out loud once ortwice ; and to cover his retreat, pretended to cough, and finedthe Sheriff five dollars for not keeping silence in court. Eventhe old Clerk, whose immemorial pen behind his right earhad worn the hair from that side of his head, and who hadnot smiled in court for twenty years, and boasted that Pat-rick Henry couldnt disturb him in making up a judgmententry, actually turned his chair from the desk and 2^ut downhis pen : afterwards he put his hand to his head three timesin search of it; forgetting, in his attention to old Kasm, whathe had done with it. Old Kasm went on reading and commenting by turns. Iforget what the ineffable trash was. I wouldnt recollect itif I could. My equanimity will only stand a phrase or twothat still
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