An Awful Malady

An accute attack of aa old cotnplaint which comes on biennially at about this time of the year, is at present abroad ia Washtenaw. The editor of the Courier is having a run of it and is in a lamentable condition. It is hoped that he rnay survive it, yet it is unlikely that he will experience any relief till the frosts of November. The disease works on him in this way: As soon as the word democrat is mentioned in his hearing he begins to swear, hopjump, skip, rear, charge cavort, snort, rip, tumble, sneeze, cough, spit, whoop, stutter, squeal, howl, moan, groan, bellow, bewail, lament, despond, turn pale, froth at the mouth, look savage, roll his eyes, wheel around, fall down, get up, and then immediately do all that over again. O, horrible ! Evidence of this malady is abundant in the article on the first page of Wednesday's edition ot the Courier, headed " It is Comin' ." The only remedy suggested for this terrible disease is to seize the patiënt by force and squirt some of the elixir of tariff reform into his veins. If this fails to act the victim is likely to be a goner.