From Ns Flemingsturg Kentucky paper.

 KENTUCKY HUMOR.
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KENTUCKY HUMoR.

 And pray, good MT. Printer, who is this Nelly Fiers that's kicking up such thun- dering helloo in South Carolina-she must be a rproarer-a real swinge cat, sorty reckon. My honey and thunderation; if she and my wife were only to be together one week, I'd guess as how they'd storm a fort or two-for my wife has tongue that can run from the first day of January to the last day of December without being greased-and I am told as how this Nelly Ficrs aint slow at short game-but if she can hold out with my wife, she must have the wind of grey hound and the strength of lion. My wife says as how Sal Tat tIe told her that Granny Hoble said, this Nelly Fiers was going over to that arc city of Washington to ring old Hickory's nose for him-ust as she would young heif- er's to make her stand still while they milked her, but if my wife was there, # there wouldn't be real dog fight l won- der-for Jack is tarrapan and my wife's real Jackson man up to the hub.

 Now I'll tell you what,-l always was Clay-my wife, she kept up such ding donging at me all the time, that she made me promise to vote for Jackson at the last election, and thought as how I'd fool her most tarnally, so I sGp't off and voted for Clay, and come home and told Nancy I'd went for Jackson-but what do you think Next day one of the Squires come. to my house, and while was out told her l vot- ed for Clay-and so by hokee the house has been too hot for me ever since. But I'm told as how this Nelly Fiers has turn- ed all Carolina inside out, just as a boy would turn meal bag to shake it. Well, by lingo, she must be screamer, raised in nigger quarter know-fed on sweet ta- ter and gets her living by cleaning hogs no- ses for old Kentuckians. Well, if ever can get my eyes on Miss Nelly. if I don't souintinize her mighty prodigious close. for I've a sort likin after all great vim men, and like 'em still better if my wife's tongue was not continually ringing in my ears like an old sheep bell-only ten thou sand times more quick and keen.

 Well, after hog-killing time is over I'd advise Nelly to come over into old ken-