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Poverty Bay Standard, Volume IX, Issue 1009, 8 December 1881, Page 4

We have seen warm amenities between American journalists, but the following from the San Francisco Wasp is about the choicest that has come under our notice : —“ Snouting about for some succulent root of immatchable meanness wherewith to gratify his catholic appetite for the dirty purveyances of circumstance, the Head Hog of the Chronicle establishment turned up a tangle of toothsome lies about John Skae, and munched, and munched, and munched. It is very like a hog to do this thing, and it is very hoggishly done. Fancy this ditch-delivered, slum-reared and streetinstucted Master of Mysteries to the Ancient and honorable Order of Literary Canaille—this Child of Light in the Hierarchy of Horribles —this mendicate cretin of the valley of the shadow of sin, with his ill-nourished goitre unloaded on a warm rock—this walking Appetite—this Chronicle reporter, applying the term ‘ pauper’ to John Skae ! Poes the stale-bread-bloated tatterdemalion not know that he is violating the prudent traditions of his rascally race by kicking a man who is down without first ascertaining that he is unable to get up ? May the devil hot-pitch this miscreant without and within. May the sweet demnition of the meek and lowly Moses light upon him like a bird. May the rarest and choicest of all-mannered maledictions cover him like a wealth of hornets from the apex of his cone to the uttermost lateral extensions of his two feet. And before he is mortally smothered in the disagreeable grease of his malodorous imagination, may ten thousand imps of Satan ravel out his small intestine for fiddle-strings wherewith nightly forever to serenade his sleepy soul as it seeks to fill the pauses of its own pain with the tormenting snores of a devilish disposition. For I love him not, the goby 1 ”