"During the
war in America--" There are occasions in a man's lifetime when the mere
fact of his tongue cleaving unexpectedly to the roof of his mouth is no
evidence of cowardice. I had unquestionably reached that eventful period
of my existence, but I also possessed physical energy to try once more.
"My good, kind friend, I was going to say that during the war in
America--"
"Oh! d--n your war in America!" roared the sentry, levelling his
rifle full at me.
There is no American living who would sooner resent an insult to his
native land than myself, and at such a crisis I felt that within me
which might rise at any moment and crush the foul calumniator. But I
reasoned to myself that I would not take the life of this man, now. I
would wait awhile. It was only too evident he was angry, and he might
cool off and apologize. Yes, that was the best course for me to pursue.
Accordingly I ran rapidly over in my mind a little speech, and, turning
to him, spoke thus:
"Rash, impetuous man--"
L A T E R.
Thanks to the persistent efforts of my dear friend WASHBURNE, I have
just been released from the guard-house after three hideous days of
incarceration. His is a heart that I may truthfully say yearns toward
the unfortunate. I consider him the crowning glory of American diplomacy
in Europe. Language is inadequate to express the feelings of one who
regrets that his sex forbids him to sign himself
Your weeping MAGDALEN, DICK TINTO.
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