Give their noo loves the bag an' strike A fresh trade with their reg'lar doxy; But the drag's broke, now slavery 's gone, An' there's gret resk they 'll blunder on, Ef they ain't stopped, to real Democ'cy.
"We've gut an awful row to hoe
In this 'ere job o' reconstructin' 1'; Folks dunno skurce which way to go,
Where th' ain't some boghole to be ducked in; But one thing's clear; there is a crack, Ef we pry hard, 'twixt white an' black,
Where the old makebate can be tucked in.
"No white man sets in airth's broad aisle
Thet I ain't willin' t' own ez brother, An' ef he 's heppened to strike ile, I dunno, fin'ly, but I'd ruther
An' Paddies, long 'z they vote all right, Though they ain't jest a natʼral white, I hold one on 'em good 'z another.
"Wut is there lef' I 'd like to know, Ef 't ain't the difference o' color, To keep up self-respec' an' show The human natur' of a fullah? Wut good in bein' white, onless It's fixed by law, nut lef' to guess, That we are smarter an' they duller?
"Ef we 're to hev our ckle rights, 'T wun't du to 'low no competition; Th' ole debt doo us for bein whites Ain't safe onless we stop th' emission O' these noo notes, whose specie base Is human natur', 'thout no trace O' shape, nor color, nor condition.
"So fur I'd writ an' could n' jedge Aboard wut boat I'd best take pessige, My brains all mincemeat, 'thout no edge Upon 'em more than tu a sessige, But now it seems ez though I see Sunthin' resemblin' an idee,
Sence Johnson's speech an' veto message.
"I like the speech best, I confess,
The logic, preudence, an' good taste on 't, An' it's so mad, I ruther guess
There's some dependence to be placed on 't;
"Jes' to hold on till Johnson's thru
An dug his Presidential grave is,
An' then!-who knows but we could slew
The country roun' to put in
Wun't some folks rare up when we pull
Out o' their eyes our Union wool
An' larm 'em wut a p'lit'cle shave is!
"O, did it seem 'z of Providunce Could ever send a second Tyler? To see the South all back to once, Reapin' the spiles o' the Freesiler, Is cute ez though an ingineer
Should claim th' old iron for his sheer
Coz 't was himself that bust the biler!"
Thet tells the story! Thet 's wut we shall git By tryin' squirtguns on the burnin' Pit;
For the day never comes when it 'll du To kick off Dooty like a worn-out shoe.
I seem to hear a whisperin' in the air, A sighin' like, of unconsoled despair,
Thet comes from nowhere an' from everywhere, An' seems to say, "Why died we? war n't it, then, To settle, once for all, thet men wuz men?
O, airth's sweet cup snetched from us barely tasted, The grave's real chill is feelin' life wuz wasted! O, you we lef', long-lingerin' et the door, Lovin' you best, coz we loved Her the more,
Thet Death, not we, had conquered, we should feel Ef she upon our memory turned her heel, An' unregretful throwed us all away
To flaunt it in a Blind Man's holiday!"
My frien's, I've talked nigh on to long enough. I hain't no call to bore ye coz ye 're tough ; My lungs are sound an' our own v'ice delights Our ears, but even kebbige-heads hez rights. It's the las' time thet I shell e'er address ye, But you'll soon fin' some new tormentor: bless ye! [Tumult'ous applause and cries of "Go on!" "Don't stop!"]
A. wants his axe ground, 76. Abraham (Lincoln), his consti- tutional scruples, 74. Abuse, an, its usefulness, 105. Adam, his fall, 118-how if he had bitten a sweet apple? 127.
Adam, grandfather, forged will of, 43.
Allsmash, the eternal, 85. Antiquaries, Royal Society of Northern, 92. Antony of Padua, Saint, happy in his hearers, 54. Applause, popular, the sum- mum bonum, 96.
Ar c'houskezik, an evil spirit, 54.
Ardennes, Wild Boar of, an, ancestor of Rev. Mr. Wil- bur, 5. Aristocracy, British, their na- tural sympathies, 68. "Atlantic' editors of. See Neptune. Atropos, a lady skilful with the scissors, 125.
Austin, Saint, prayer of, 5. Austrian eagle split, 105.
B., a Congressman, vide A. Bacon, his Rebellion, 56. Bacon, Lord, quoted, 57. Balcom, Elder Joash Q., 2d,
founds a Baptist Society in Jaalam, A.D. 1830, 145. Bartlett, Mr., mistaken, 31. Beast, tenth horn of, applied to recent events, 122. Beauford, 88. Beauregard (real name Tou- tant), 33, 73. Beaver, brook, 155.
Behn, Mr. Aphra, quoted, 56. Belmont. See Woods.
Bentley, his heroic method with Milton, 93.
Bible, not composed for use of
coloured persons, 61. Biglow, Hosea, Esquire, his labours in writing auto- graphs, 4-visits the Judge and has a pleasant time, 31 -born in Middlesex County, 35-his favourite walks, ib. -his gifted pen, 82-born and bred in the country, 110 -feels his sap start in spring, 112-is at times un
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