HIGH FALUTIN.

Westport Times, Volume III, Issue 503, 13 May 1869, Page 3

HIGH FALUTIN.

Many stories are told of the various styles of hifalutin eloquence, the more amusing because they are often literally true. "We have before us a verbatim report of an obituary speech made not long ago in the Texas Legislature. The orator, in lamenting the death of one Colonel Tell, a colleague, proceeds:—" Mr Speaker, it becomes my duty to announce that Andrew Tell, of Tellville, a member of this body, is no more. He has fell a victim to the grim and destroying tyrant, Death, who yesterday put an end to his mortal career ; and he now lies lifeless at the pleasant boarding-house of Mrs Jones, on the hill, where he and many other members of this yere House have long received every care and attention from that estimable lady, his room being now vacant and available for some other boarder " Here the gushing eulogist was interrupted by a member who " thundered from the benches of the opposition "- (i Mr Speaker! I rise to a p'int of order." The Speaker requested Mr Stumpy to state his point of order. 1 1 want to know, Mr Speaker, if it is in order for any member of this yere House, in his speech unto the memory of a departed member, to ring in a boardin'-house kep' by his aunt, and famished by himself, on sheers ? It may be parlormentary, but I dosen't see it." The speaker deciding that tbe point was not well taken, the eulogist continued —" Ah ! this is too solium a occasion, Mr Speaker, for me j to notice any sich imperdence and side ; remarks as that air. I thought some \ infamous hyena would be out here today, howlin' round the grave of our departed friend, foamin' at the mouth, hashing his toothless jaws, and drool-

in' out his ineffectual and impertent rage. With his hide all kivered over with welts, all sore and disgustin' from the lash and hot poker of terrewth, he rolls over and over, and bites and tears and soils himself, till he is justly offensive to this House. But to resoom my melancholy subjeck. The deceased, Mr Speaker, intrenched in the galorious armor of patriotism, with his hand on this yere record of his'n, could look the American eagle proudly in the eye, and defy chainlightuin' in any shape, or from any quarter it might come—and when prostrated and emaciated, he died at last on his prostrated bed at the pleasant boardiu' house of Mrs Jones, on the hill, the thoughts of this yere armor, and that air record of his'n, come to his wounded sensibilities like a heavenly angel, and even Death himself couldn't set him half a turn back."