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Ef it warn't thet, wile all faithful Wigs were their
Some stuffy old codger would holler out,---
66 Treason! You must keep a sharp eye on a dog thet hez bit
you once, An' I aint agoin' to cheat my constitoounts, Wen every fool knows thet a man represents Not the fellers thet sent him, but them on the
fence, Impartially ready to jump either side An' make the fust use of a turn o'the tide, The waiters on Providunce here in the city, Who compose wut they call a State Centerl Com
mitty. Constitoounts air hendy to help a man in, But arterwards don't weigh the heft of a pin. Wy, the people can't all live on Uncle Sam's pus, So they've nothin' to du with’t fer better or wus; It's the folks thet air kind o' brought up to depend
on't Thet hev any consarn in't, an' thet is the end on't.
Now here wuz New England ahevin' the honor
her; Do you say,“ She don't want no more Speakers,
but fewer ; She's hed plenty o' them, wut she wants is a
doer" ? Fer the matter o'thet, it's notorous in town Thet her own representatives du her quite brown, But thet's nothin' to du with it; wut right hed
Palfrey To mix himself up with fanatical small fry? Warn't we gittin' on prime with our hot an' cold
Acondemnin' the war wilst we kep' it agoin'? We'd assumed with gret skill a commandin' posi
tion, On this side or thet, no one couldn't tell wich one, So, wutever side wipped, we'd a chance at the
plunder An'could sue fer infringin' our paytented thunder; We were ready to vote fer whoever wuz eligible, Ef on all pints at issoo he'd stay unintelligible. Wal, sposin' we hed to gulp down our perfessions, We were ready to come out next mornin' with
Besides, ef we did, 'twas our business alone,
Wy, these chaps frum the North, with back-bones
to oem, dan em, 'Ould be wuth more 'an Gennle Tom Thumb is to
Barnum; Ther's enough thet to office on this very plan
grow, By exhibitin' how very small a man can grow; But an M. C. frum here ollers hastens to state he Belongs to the order called invertebraty, Wence some gret filologists judge primy fashy Thet M. C. is M. T. by paronomashy ; An' these few exceptions air loosus naytury Fólks 'ould put down their quarters to stare at,
It's no use to open the door o'success,
Wile to slav'ry, invasion, an' debt they were swepo
on, Wile our Destiny higher an’ higher kep' mountin', (Though I guess folks'll stare wen she hends her
account in,) Ef members in this way go kickin' agin ’em, They wunt hev so much ez a feather left in 'em.
An', ez fer this Palfrey,* we thought wen we'l
gut him in, He'd go kindly in wutever harness we put him in ; Supposin' we did know thet he wuz a peace man ? Doos he think he can be Uncle Sammle's police
An' wen Sam gits tipsy an' kicks up a riot,
quiet? Wy, the war is a war thet true paytriots can bear,
ef It leads to the fat promised land of a tayriff ; We don't go an' fight it, nor aint to be driv on, Nor Demmercrats nuther, thet hev wut to live on; Ef it aint jest the thing thet's well pleasin' to God, It makes us thought highly on elsewhere abroad; The Rooshian black eagle looks blue in his eerie An' shakes both his heads wen he hears o' Mon
teery; In the Tower Victory sets, all of a fluster, An’ reads, with locked doors, how we won Cherry
Buster; An' old Philip Lewis--thet come an' kep' school
here Fer the mere sake o’scorin' his ryalist ruler
* There is truth yet in this of Juvenal,--
On the tenderest part of our kings in futuro-
You say,---- We'd ha' scared 'em by growin' in
peace, A plaguy sight more then by bobberies like these ” ? Who is it dares say thet “our naytional eagle Wun’t much longer be classed with the birds thet
air regal, Coz theirn be hooked beaks, an' she, arter this
* Jortin is willing to allow of other miracles besides those recorded in Holy Writ, and why not of other prophecies? It is granting too much to Satan to suppose him, as divers of the learned have done, the inspirer of the ancient oracles. Wiser, I esteem it, to give chance the credit of the successful ones. What is said here of Louis Philippe was verified in some of its minute particulars within a few months' time. Enough to have made the fortune of Delphi or Hammon, and no thanks to Beelzebub neither! That of Seneca in Medea will suit here :
Rapida fortuna ac levis
Let us allow, even to richly deserved misfortune, our commiseration, and be not over-hasty meanwhile in our censure of the French people, left for the first time to govern themselves, remembering that wise sentence of Æschylus,
*Απας δε τραχύς όστις αν νέον κρατή.
'll bring back a bill ten times longer’n she ough'
to” ? Wut's your name? Come, I see ye, you up
country feller, You've put me out severil times with your beller; Out with it ! Wut ? Biglow? I say nothin'
furder, Thet feller would like nothin' better'n a murder; He's a traiter, blasphemer, an’ wut ruther worse
is, He puts all his ath’ism in dreffle bad verses ; Socity aint safe till sech monsters air out on it, Refer to the Post, ef you hev the least doubt on it; Wy, he goes agin war, agin indirect taxes, Agin sellin' wild lands 'cept to settlers with axes, Agin holdin' o' slaves, though he knows it's the
Our libbaty rests on, the mis’able scorner!
[Into the question, whether the ability to express ourselves in articulate language has been productive of more good or evil, I shall not here enter at large, The two faculties of speech and of speech-making are wholly diverse in their natures. By the first we make ourselves