This man was noted for his profanity, in which vice, he certainly surpassed all the men I ever
knew. He was a very smart man, and could, when he would, be a perfect gentleman; but when his
passion was roused, he would go through the street for hours, pouring forth such a torrent of
blasphemy, as was awful to hear. The boys would stand in silence, until he had passed; even
the dogs gave him the sidewalk, and men who made no pretensions of godliness, would flee his
presence. These fits of passion would sometimes last for a week. Many thought him insane.
He has been dead for many years.
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