True, there never was such a call for the paper before, and it never sold such a large edition or soared to such celebrity--but does one want to be famous for lunacy, and prosper upon the infirmities of his mind?
My friend, as I am an honest man, the street out here is full of people, and others are roosting on the fences, waiting to get a glimpse of you, because they think you are crazy.

And well they might after reading your editorials.
They are a disgrace to journalism.

Why, what put it into your head that you could edit a paper of this nature?
You do not seem to know the first rudiments of agriculture.

You speak of a furrow and a harrow as being the same thing; you talk of the moulting season for cows; and you recommend the domestication of the pole-cat on account of its playfulness and its excellence as a ratter! Your remark that clams will lie quiet if music be played to them was superfluous--entirely superfluous.

Nothing disturbs clams.