private life from general ridicule, not to say from general execration? What, if we were even to point out, and comment on, facts and circumstances, which are publicly notorious, and beheld by everyone but our mole-eyed contemporary⁠—what if we were to print the following effusion, which we received while we were writing the commencement of this article, from a talented fellow-townsman and correspondent?

“ ‘Lines to a Brass Pot

“ ‘Oh Pott! if you’d known

How false she’d have grown,

When you heard the marriage bells tinkle;