I du believe thet I should give Doth bear his superscription,- I du believe in prayer an' praise But O, I du in interest. I du believe in bein' this Or thet, ez it may happen One way or t'other hendiest is To ketch the people nappin'; It ain't by princerples nor men My preudunt course is steadied,I scent which pays the best, an' then Go into it baldheaded. I du believe thet holdin' slaves I couldn't ax with no face, I du believe wutever trash 'll keep the people in blindness,Thet we the Mexicuns can thrash Right inter brotherly kindness, Thet bombshells, grape, an' powder 'n' ball Air good will's strongest magnets, Thet peace, to make it stick at all, Must be druv in with bagnets. In short, I firmly du believe In Humbug generally, Fer it's a thing that I perceive This heth my faithful shepherd ben, To feed ez they hev fed me. WHAT MR. ROBINSON THINKS. BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. (From "Biglow Papers.") GUVENER B. [Briggs] is a sensible man: He stays to his home and looks arter his folks; He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can, An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes; But John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote for Guvener B. My! aint it terrible? Wut shall we du? We can't never choose him, o' course, thet's flat; Guess we shall hev to come round (don't you?) An' go in fer thunder an' guns, an' all that; Fer John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. Gineral C. [Caleb Cushing] is a dreffle smart man: Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C. Gineral C. he goes in fer the war; He don't vally principle more'n an old cud Wut did God makes us raytional creeturs fer, Robinson he Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C. We were gittin' on nicely up here to our village, Robinson he Sez this kind o' thing's an exploded idee. The side of our country must ollers be took; Sez this is his view o' the thing to a T. Parson Wilbur he calls all these argimunts lies; Is half on it ign'ance, an' t'other half rum; Sez it aint no sech thing; an', o' course, so must we. Parson Wilber sez he never heerd in his life Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats, An' marched out in front of a drum an' a fife, To git some on 'em office, and some on 'em votes; But John P. Robinson he Sez they didn't know everything down in Judee. Wal, it's a mercy we've gut folks to tell us The rights an' the wrongs o' the matters, I vow, Sez the world'll go right ef he hollers out Gee! ON THE CAPTURE OF FUGITIVE SLAVES NEAR WASHINGTON. BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. Look on who will in apathy, and stifle they who can The sympathies, the hopes, the words, that make man truly man; I first drew in New England's air, and from her hardy breast Shame on the costly mockery of piling stone on stone Are we pledged to craven silence? Oh, fling it to the wind, Though we break our fathers' promise, we have nobler duties first; Man is more than Constitutions; better rot beneath the sod, We owe allegiance to the State; but deeper, truer, more, He's true to God who's true to man; wherever wrong is done God works for all. Ye cannot hem the hope of being free Chain down your slaves with ignorance, ye cannot keep apart, VOL. XXIV. —25 |