TO WTON’S GOSSIP.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 17, Issue 969, 16 March 1871, Page 2

TO WTON’S GOSSIP.

Must I observe you P Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour ? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen Though it do split yoa ! Tor from this day forth I'll use you for my mirth : yea for my laughter When you are waspish. —Julius to the editor of the hawke's bay times. Sir, —Towton must be thin-skinned—-childish, like a large over-grown boy. Poor fellow, he is evidently much put about because poor old Srnuggins dropped a line to the Times; ior last night, under the head of " Gossip," he gives us a scurrilous effusion from his fertile but chaotic brain. If it lacks quality it is made up by quantity; and all this because " Napier Society" is non est, and the Napier girls won't marry (perhaps they think it's manners to wait until they are asked.) Towton may be (T don't say he is) clever at many trivial accomplishments, but he is certainly a botch at "gossip." It's only a hash after all. Why does he not try to be original 1 (I wonder if he could be so) —not plunder the brains of others for his ideas. He may get His name up in a little place like Napier, but it would not do in a large town. If Towton ever has a name in years to come for writiug such twaddle as '■ gossip," it cannot be said that Irjis excellence did earn it, ere he had it.

So I am one of the asses. Well, Tow ton, by his bray, is certainly of the genus ass, and therefore should be competent to recognise his own species. I wonder anyone else dare aspire to be clever when such a man as Towton is in the field. He says the cause of all the late letter v,riting has been a "galling superiority, social, mental, and physical" over the Times and Herald, Old boy, we have only your bare word for this, and cannot, therefore, swallow it. Farewell, Towton—for the present. A wet cloth wrapped round the head is a good thing for irritability. Try it, and oblige— Smuggins.