But he mus' n't be hard on partickler sins, Coz then he'll be kickin' the people's own shins; On'y look at the Demmercrats, see wut they've done Jest simply by stickin' together like fun; They talk agin tayriffs, but act fer a high one, Half o' whom they've persuaded, by way of a joke, Now all o' these blessin's the Wigs might enjoy, Ef they'd gumption enough the right means to imploy ; 1 Fer the silver spoon born in Dermoc'acy's mouth. Is a kind of a scringe thet they hev to the South; Their masters can cuss 'em an' kick 'em an' wale 'em, An' they notice it less 'an the ass did to Balaam; In this way they screw into second-rate offices Wich the slaveholder thinks 'ould substract too much off his ease; 1 That was a pithy saying of Persius, and fits our politicians without a wrinkle, - Magister artis, ingeniique largitor venter.H. W. The file-leaders, I mean, du, fer they, by their wiles, Unlike the old viper, grow fat on their files. Wal, the Wigs hev been tryin' to grab all this prey frum 'em An' to hook this nice spoon o' good fortin' away frum 'em, An' they might ha' succeeded, ez likely ez not, In lickin' the Demmercrats all round the lot, Ef it warn't thet, wile all faithful Wigs were their knees on, Some stuffy old codger would holler out, "Trea son! 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 Committy. Constitoounts air hendy to help a man in, But arterwards don't weigh the heft of a pin. wus; It's the folks thet air kind o' brought up to de pend 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 blowin', 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 could n't tell wich one, So, wutever side wipped, we'd a chance at the plunder An' could sue fer infringin' our paytented thun der; 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 fresh ones; Besides, ef we did, 't was our business alone, Fer could n't we du wut we would with our own? Wy, these chaps frum the North, with back-bones to ’em, darn ’em, 'Ould be wuth more 'an Gennle Tom Thumb is to Barnum: Ther's enough thet to office on this very plan grow, An' these few exceptions air loosus naytury It's no use to open the door o' success, Ef a member can bolt so fer nothin' or less; 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, An', ez fer this Palfrey,1 we thought wen we'd gut him in, He'd go kindly in wutever harness we put him in; "Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas." — H. W. Supposin' we did know thet he wuz a peace man? Doos he think he can be Uncle Sammle's policeman, An' wen Sam gits tipsy an' kicks up a riot, Lead him off to the lockup to snooze till he's quiet? Wy, the war is a war thet true paytriots can bear, ef It leads to the fat promised land of a tayriff; teery; In the Tower Victory sets, all of a fluster, An' reads, with locked doors, how we won Cherry Buster; An' old Philip Lewis here thet come an' kep' school Fer the mere sake o' scorin' his ryalist ruler Breaks off in his brags to a suckle o' merry kings, It 1 Jortin is willing to allow of other miracles besides those recorded in Holy Writ, and why not of other prophecies? is granting too much to Satan to suppose him, as divers of the |