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Show The Depenracy of tlw Press. We have heard much said about' the degeneracy of the press, and we have Btrenuously scou te I the i n-fatuation; n-fatuation; but yesterday our eyes fell upon the San Francisco Xeics Lctttr, and we took oil' our armor and resolved to battle no more for the sanctity of the profession to which wo have devoted our life. Since Saturday night, a lonely and unprotected female has been in our city, quietly attending to her own business, seeking subscriptions subscrip-tions for Woodhull and Clajlin's Weekly, Week-ly, a paper that boasts not so much of literature as of a general interest to mankind, and a paper which pro-fosses pro-fosses to speak the truth. MisaTennie C. Claflin, the lady in question, and is modest and retiring, presswt no one to open his pocket-book, pocket-book, but when subscriptions aro offered and urged u pon the lady, she, as in duty bound, accepts them, though somewhat reluctantly' Yet with all this modesly of manner, man-ner, illustrated by a beauty that is proverbial, we want our readers to look at the horrors of a man who knows not the blessings in store for , him. Here are the terrible apprehen- j sionsofthe San Francisco editor: Although the name of the Claflin woman among the overland passengers passeng-ers was a fulse alarm, yet it is threatened threat-ened thnt this fearful female contemplates con-templates a descent upon California, fn what have we offended, that heaven should choose a set of wicked women to be our e&pecial scourge '! We have had a long line of them, ranging from the wickedness of our pet hyenas to tho stupidity of the breeched Clark. And now the Claflin comes to cap the climax O, Lord ! keep her off, if she is not too mnch for thee. Arc wo not a city of churches, parsons and prayers? Do we not use thy name long, loud and frequently? Hayp ye pot duuo away with the City Hull Commission, and are we not going to shut up the whisky shops at twelve? Are we not lighting the devil and all his works during all of our leisure houis? and wilt thou therefore nersccute m with a Claflin? I- end ua rather a defaulting treasurer, a thieving Con- 1 gressinap, or any other, one whoso wave arc ' hpt altogether pant finding out, but not another woman ! O Lord if thou Invest us, not another woman. We have several sev-eral batches ot the article which we are ready to deliver into thy hand, whenever it shall please thee to call for thorn, but wo can't recommend them ; O, !Lord ! we have not yet sunk so low. We scorn a lie. One smile from the sevone counten ance of Mis3 Claflin ought to wither that dreadful infidel. Wc would prefer to be anyone rather than the editor of the Xfws Letter when the frail t beautiful form of the fair Tennie appears in his sanctum. Cremation would be as the balm of Gilcad, compared to what he will have to undergo. Wfn ' t Ten 11 ie scorch him, though ! |