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An' a jury o' Deemocrats ready to

swear

Thet the ingin o' State gut throwed into the ditch

By the fault o' the North in misplacin' the switch.

Things wuz ripenin' fust-rate with Buchanan to nuss 'em ;

But the People they would n't be Mexicans, cuss 'em!

Ain't the safeguards o' freedom upsot, 'z you may say,

Ef the right o' rev'lution is took clean away?

An' doos n't the right primy-fashy include

The bein' entitled to nut be subdued? The fact is, we'd gone for the Union so strong,

When Union meant South ollus right an' North wrong,

Thet the people gut fooled into thinkin' it might

Worry on middlin' wal with the North in the right.

We might ha' ben now jest ez prosp'rous ez France,

Where p'litikle enterprise hez a fair chance,

An' the people is heppy an' proud et this hour,

Long ez they hev the votes, to let Nap hev the power;

But our folks they went an' believed wut we 'd told 'em,

An', the flag once insulted, no mortle could hold 'em.

'T wuz pervokin' jest when we wuz cert'in to win,

An' I, for one, wun't trust the masses agin :

For a people thet knows much ain't fit to be free

In the self-cockin', back-action style o' J. D.

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An' we (thet is, some on us) made the thing pay:

'T wuz a fair give-an'-take out of Uncle. Sam's heap;

Ef they took wut warn't theirn, wut we give come ez cheap;

The elect gut the offices down to tidewaiter,

The people took skinnin' ez mild ez a tater,

Seemed to choose who they wanted tu, footed the bills,

An' felt kind o' 'z though they wuz havin' their wills,

Which kep' 'em ez harmless an' cherfle ez crickets,

While all we invested wuz names on the tickets:

Wal, ther''s nothin', for folks fond o' lib'ral consumption

Free o' charge, like democ'acy tempered with gumption !

Now warn't thet a system wuth pains in presarvin',

Where the people found jints an' their friens done the carvin',

Where the many done all o' their thinkin' by proxy,

An' were proud on 't ez long ez 't wuz christened Democ'cy,

Where the few let us sap all o' Freedom's foundations,

Ef

you call it reformin' with prudence an' patience,

An' were willin' Jeff's snake-egg should hetch with the rest,

Ef you writ "Constitootional" over the nest?

But it's all out o' kilter, ('twuz too good to last,)

An' all jes' by J. D.'s perceedin' too fast;

Ef he'd on'y hung on for a month or

two more,

We'd ha' gut things fixed nicer 'n they hed ben before:

Afore he drawed off an' lef' all in confusion,

We wuz safely entrenched in the ole Constitootion,

With an outlyin', heavy-gun, casemated fort

To rake all assailants, I mean th' S. J. Court.

Now I never 'll acknowledge (nut ef you should skin me)

'T wuz wise to abandon sech works to the in'my,

An' let him fin' out thet wut scared him so long,

Our whole line of argyments, lookin' so strong,

All our Scriptur' an' law, every the'ry an' fac',

Wuz Quaker-guns daubed with Proslavery black.

Why, ef the Republicans ever should git

Andy Johnson or some one to lend 'em the wit

An' the spunk ies' to mount Constitootion an' Court

With Columbiad guns, your real eklerights sort,

Or drill out the spike from the ole Declaration

Thet can kerry a solid shot clearn roun' creation,

We'd better take maysures for shettin' up shop,

An' put off our stock by a vendoo or swop.

But they wun't never dare tu; you'll see 'em in Edom

'Fore they ventur' to go where their

doctrines 'ud lead 'em : They've ben takin' our princerples up ez we dropt 'em,

An' thought it wuz terrible 'cute to adopt 'em ;

But they'll fin' out 'fore long thet their hope's ben deceivin' 'em, An' thet princerples ain't o' no good, ef you b'lieve in 'em ;

It makes 'em tu stiff for a party to use, Where they'd ough' to be easy 'z an ole pair o' shoes.

If we say 'n our pletform thet all men are brothers,

We don't mean thet some folks ain't more so 'n some others;

An' it's wal understood thet we make a selection,

An' thet brotherhood kin' o' subsides arter 'lection.

The fust thing for sound politicians to larn is,

Thet Truth, to dror kindly in all sorts o' harness,

Mus' be kep' in the abstract, - for, come to apply it,

You 're ept to hurt some folks's interists by it.

Wal, these 'ere Republicans (some on 'em) ects

Ez though gineral mexims 'ud suit speshle facts;

An' there's where we 'll nick 'em, there's where they 'll be lost :

For applyin' your princerple's wut makes it cost,

An' folks don't want Fourth o' July ť interfere

With the business-consarns o' the rest o' the year,

No more 'n they want Sunday to pry an' to peek

Into wut they are doin' the rest o' the week.

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In the nat❜lly onprincipled mind o' the North.

No, never say nothin' without you're compelled tu,

An' then don't say nothin' thet you can be held tu,

Nor don't leave no friction-idees layin' loose

For the ign'ant to put to incend❜ary use.

You know I'm a feller thet keeps a skinned eye

On the leetle events thet go skurryin' by,

Coz it's of'ner by them than by gret ones you'll see

Wut the p'litickle weather is likely to be.

Now I don't think the South's more 'n

begun to be licked,

But I du think, ez Jeff says, the windbag 's gut pricked;

It'll blow for a spell an' keep puffin' an' wheezin',

The tighter our army an' navy keep squeezin',

For they can't help spread-eaglein' long 'z ther''s a mouth

To blow Enfield's Speaker thru lef' at the South.

But it's high time for us to be settin' our faces

Towards reconstructin' the national basis,

With an eye to beginnin' agin on the jolly ticks

We used to chalk up 'hind the backdoor o' politics;

An' the fus' thing 's to save wut of Slav'ry ther' 's lef'

Arter this (I mus' call it) imprudence o' Jeff:

For a real good Abuse, with its roots fur an' wide,

Is the kin' o' thing I like to hev on my side;

A Scriptur' name makes it ez sweet ez

a rose,

An' it's tougher the older an' uglier it grows

(I ain't speakin' now c' the righteousness of it,

But he p'litickle purchase It gives an' the profit).

Things look pooty squally, it must be allowed,

An' I don't see much signs of a bow in the cloud :

Ther''s too many Deemocrats— leaders wut's wuss

Thet go for the Union 'thout carin' a cuss Ef it helps ary party thet ever wuz heard on,

So our eagle ain't made a split Austrian bird on.

But ther''s still some conservative signs to be found

Thet shows the gret heart o' the People is sound:

(Excuse me for usin' a stump-phrase agin,

But, once in the way on 't, they will stick like sin :)

There's Phillips, for instance, hez jes ketched a Tartar

In the Law-'n'-Order Party of ole

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"Disunion" done wal till our resh Southun friends

Took the savor all out on 't for national ends; But I guess spell yit, When the war's done, an' so will "Forgive-an'-forgit."

"Abolition "'ll work a

Times mus' be pooty thoroughly out o' all jint,

Ef we can't make a good constitootional pint;

An' the good time 'll come to be grindin' our exes,

When the war goes to seed in the nettle o' texes:

Ef Jon'than don't squirm, with sech helps to assist him,

I give up my faith in the free-suffrage

system;

Democ'cy wun't be nut a mite interestin',

Nor p'litikle capital much wuth investin';

An' my notion is, to keep dark an' lay low

Till we see the right minute to put in our blow.

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has thrown a little more of pastoral sentiment than usual,) some passages from my sermon on the day of the National Fast, from the text, "Remember them that are in bonds, as bound with them," Heb. xiii. 3. But I have not

leisure sufficient at present for the copying of them, even were I altogether satisfied with the production as it stands. I should prefer, I confess, to contribute the entire discourse to the pages of your respectable miscellany, if it should be found acceptable upon perusal, especially as I find the difficulty of selec tion of greater magnitude than I had anticipated. What passes without challenge in the fervour of oral delivery, cannot always stand the colder criticism of the closet. I am not so great an enemy of Eloquence as my friend Mr. Biglow would appear to be from some passages in his contribution for the current month. I would not, indeed, hastily suspect him of covertly glancing at myself in his somewhat caustick animadversions, albeit some of the phrases he girds at are not entire strangers to my lips. I am a more hearty admirer of the Puritans than seems now to be the fashion, and believe, that, if they Hebraized a little too much in their speech, they showed remarkable practical sagacity as statesmen and founders. But such phenomena as Puritanism are the results rather of great religious than merely social convulsions, and do not long survive them. So soon as an earnest conviction has cooled into a phrase, its work is over, and the best that can be done with it is to bury it. Ite, missa est. I am inclined to agree with Mr. Biglow that we cannot settle the great political questions which are now presenting themselves to the nation by the opinions of Jeremiah or Ezekiel as to the wants and duties of the Jews in their time, nor do I believe that an entire community with their feelings and views would be practicable or even agreeable at the present day. At the same time I could wish that their habit of subordinating the actual to the moral, the flesh to the spirit, and this

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