It is not parliamentary to swear in
debate," said the President of the Senate.
"I beg pardon of the chair; but I didn't know this Senate was a
parliament before; but I beg pardon. I didn't know I swore before;
but, Mr. President, I'll be d----d if this ain't a figure beyant me:
for a parcel of scoundrels--d----d blacklegs, sir!--to threaten a
senator in this Legislature with 'sassination, for doin' the will of
his constituents."
"The chair would remind the senator that there is no question or
motion before the Senate."
"Thar ain't? Well, that's another wrinkle. Ain't that thar hell-fired
letter to me, sir--a senator, sir, representing three parishes,
sir--before this House? (or maybe you'll want me to call it a
parliament, sir?) It is, sir; and I move its adoption."
This excited a general laugh, and, at the same time, the ire of Moore.
"By G--, sir; I don't know if it wouldn't benefit the State if these
hell-fired gamblers were to 'sassinate the whole of this House or
parliament."
The laugh continued, and Moore left the Senate in a rage.
The next morning found a second epistle, apparently from a different
source, on Moore's table.
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