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wounds of the old warfare were long a-heal- | he hed as much as 20 Roosters' tales stuck ing, and an east wind of hard times puts a onto his hat and eenamost enuf brass a bobnew ache in every one of them. Thrift was bin up and down on his shoulders and figureed the first lesson in their horn- book, pointed onto his coat and trousis, let alone wut natur out; letter after letter, by the lean finger of hed sot in his featers, to make a 6 pounder the hard schoolmaster, Necessity. Neither out on. were they plump, rosy-gilled Englishmen wal, Hosea he com home considerabal that came hither, but a bard-faced, atrabi- riled, and arter I'd gone to bed I heern Him larious, earnest-eyed race, stiff from long a thrashin round like a short-tailed Bull in wrestling with the Lord in prayer, and who fli-time. The old Woman ses she to me ses had taught Satan to dread the new Puritan she, Zekle ses she, our Hosee's gut the cholhug. Add two hundred years' influence of lery or suthin another ses she; don't you be soil, climate, and exposure, with its necessary skeered, ses I, be's oney amakin pottery ses result of idiosyncrasies, and we have the pre- i, he's ollers on hand at that ere busynes like sent Yankee, full of expedients, half-master Da & martin, and shure enuf, cum mornin, of all trades, inventive in all but the beauti- Hosey he cum down stares full chizzle, hare ful, full of shifts, not yet capable of comfort, on eend and cote tales flyin, and sot right of armed at all points against the old enemy, to go reed his varses to Parson Wilbur bein Hunger; longanimous, good at patching, not he aint aney grate shows o' book larnin bim· so careful for what is best as for what will self, bimeby be cum back and sed the parson do, with a clasp to his purse and a button to wuz dreffle tickled with 'em as i hoop you his pocket; not skilled to build agaiust Time, will Be, and said they wuz True grit.” as in old countries, but against sore-pressing We can only give a few verses of Hosea's Need; accustomed to move the world with "Pottery,” composed in answer to the reno toũ 05ū, but his own two feet, and no cruiting sergeant's invitation to him to “ List, lever but his own long forecast. A strange list, O list!” They are genuine Yankee: hybrid, indeed, did circumstances beget here
Thresh away: you'll hev to rattle in the New World, upon the old Puritan
On thein kittle drums o' yournstock, and the earth never before saw such
'Gainst a knowin kind o'cattle, mystic-practicalism, such niggard-geniality, That is ketched with mouldy corn; such calculating-fanaticism, such cast-iron Put in stiff, you fifer feller, enthusiasm, such unwilling humor, such close- Let folks see how spry you be, fisted generosity.”
Guess you'll toot till you are yeller But to the Biglow Papers and their humor. ?Fore you git ahold of me! The principal subjects discussed in them, are Want to tackle me in, du ye? the Mexican war and the slavery question, I expect you'll have to wait; seen from a popular or rustic point of view. When cold lead puts daylight thru ye If the reader can master the dialectic pecu
You'll begin to kal'late; liarities of the following extracts, he will find
'Spose the crows wun't fall to pickin'
All the carkiss from your bones, some genuine humor in them, and not a little
Coz you helped to give a lickin' shrewd sense.
We believe the Papers are To them poor half-Spanish drones ? also valuable as furnishing a repository of the current patois of the New England
Jest go home an' ask our Nancy
Whether I'd be sech a goose States, as well as the tone of thought and mode of viewing public questions which pre
Ez to jine ye,--guess you'd fancy
The etarnal bung was loose! vails in most of them.
She wants me for home consumption, The first letter is from Ezekiel Biglow to Let alone the bay's to mow,the editor of the Boston Courier, enclosing a Ef you're arter folks o' gumption, our Hosea” on the recruiting then
You've a darned long row to hoe. going on for soldiers to serve in the Mexican Take them editors that's crowin' It begins thus :
Like a cockerel three months old, “Mister EDDYTER:- Our Hosea wuz down Don't ketch any on 'em goin', to Boston last week, and he see a cruetin Though they be so very bold;
Aint they a prime set o’ fellers ? sarjunt a struttin round as popler as a hen
Fore ihey think on't, they will sprout, with 1 chicking, with 2 fellers a drummin
(Like a peach that's got the yellers,) and fifin arter bim like all natur. the sarjunt With the meanness bustin' out. he thout Hosea hedn't gut his i teeth cut cos he looked a kinda's though he'd jest com Hosea is a thorough Peace-man, and goes down, so he callated to hook him in, but the whole hog in that line, calling war murder, Hosy woodn't take none o' his sarse for all | in plain terms :
'Taint your epyletts an' feathers
| There's one good thing, though, to be said about Make the thing a grain more right;
my wooden new one, 'Taint a follerin' your bell-wethers
The liquor can't git into it as't used to in the true Will excuse ye in His sight;
one; Ef you take a sword an' dror it,
So it saves drink; and then, besides, a feller An' go stick a feller thro,
couldn't beg Guv'ment aint to answer for it,
A gretter blessin' than to hev one ollers sober peg; God 'll send the bill to you.
| It's true a chap's in want o'two fer follerin a drum,
But all the march I'm up to now is jest to KingBut although Hosea was able to resist the
dom Come. drum and fife of the recruiting sergeant, it appears that a "yung feller” of the same. He finds be can also dispense with his town, Birdofreedom Scawin by name, whose lost eye, for the one that remains he finds great ambition was to sport a “cocktale" on quite big enough to see all that he will ever his hat, had been tempted to volunteer to get by losing the other. But the loss of his Texas; and, feeling a good deal of disgust fingers is more serious, as his powers of at the military profession, he writes home a arithmetic are thereby taken away from him, letter which falls into Hosea Biglow's hands, and he can no longer cast up his calculations and which Parson Wilbur says “oughter at on his finger-ends. As for Texas, now cononce Bee printed.” Mr. Scawin, it appears, quered, it entirely disappointed Mr. Scawin. finds real sojerin a very different thing from Iostead of a country flowing with rum and holiday reviewing, much more disagreeable, water, as Canaan flowed with milk and honey; and he is disgusted accordingly :
instead of gold being dug up in as great This kind o' sogerin' aint a mite like our October
plenty as taters are in America during har
vest-time; instead of precious stones and traioin'; A chap could clear right out from there ef’t only “propaty” to be had for the gathering, looked like rainin';
there were horrid insects, abominable water, An’th’ Cuonles, tu, could kiver up their shappoes scarcity of food and many very hard knocks. with bandanners,
Here is Mr. Scawin's graphic account of the An' send the insines skootin' to the bar-room with
climate,-its long droughts and then sudden their banners,
deluges—and the reader will observe in the (Fear o'gittin on 'em spotted,) an'a feller could
description the extremely clever picture of cry quarter, Ef he fired away his ramrod arter tu much rum female perplexity in Prude's management of an’ water.
her tea-pot:It is very different, however, in Texas. The clymit seems to me jest like a teapot made o' Hard work, hard fighting, and no time for
L pewter bandanners. Mr. Scawin also makes a very
Our Prudence hed, thet wouldn't pour (all she alarming discovery about the particular
could du) to suit her;
Fust place, the leaves 'ould choke the spout, so's shape of the bayonet, which he thus comic
not a drop 'ould dreen out: ally alludes to:
Then Prude 'ould tip an' tip an' tip, till the holl It's glory,--but in spite o’all my tryin to git callous,
kit bust clean out, I feel a kind o’in a cart, a-ridin' to the gallus;
The kiver hinge-pin bein' lost, tea-leaves an' tea But wen it comes to bein' killed, I tell ye I felt
an' kiver streaked,
'Ould all come down kerswosh! ez though the The fust time ever I found out wY BAGGONETS
dam broke in a river. WUZ PEAKED:
Jest so 'tis here; holl months there ain't a day o'
rainy weather, This goin' were glory waits ye haint one agreea
An' jest ez th' officers 'ould be a layin' heads ble feetur,
together An' ef it worn’t fer wakin' snakes, I'd home agin
Ez t'how they'd mix their drink at sech a miling. short meter;
tary depot O, wouldn't I be off, quick time, ef't worn't thet I |
orn't thet 1 l 'T 'ould pour ez though the lid wuz off the everwuz sartin
lastin' teapot. They'd let the daylight into to me to pay me fer
The consequence is, thet I shall take, wen I'm aldesartin!”
lowed to leave here,
One piece o' propaty along,—an' thet's the shakin' Poor Birdofreedom Scawin, however, now
fever; that he was fairly in for it, was obliged to | 118 reggilar employment, though, an' thet aint fight with the rest, and next time we hear of
thought to harm one, him, he has lost a leg and an eye, got nu
Nor 'taint so tiresome ez it wuz with 't other leg merous ribs broken, and been stripped of
an' arin on;
been stripped of | An' it's a consolation, tu, although it does n't pay, several of his fingers. As for the loss of the To hev it sed you're some grel shakes in any kin leg, it was no great matter :
Consoling bimself with this philosophy, which it appears that he retires from the Mr. Scawin looks to the future, but doesn't contest for President, as sick of political as see his way so clear. He finds he has got he had been of “milingtary campaigning." some “ glory," which may, “arter all,” turn But, from the specimens we have given, it out a good investment; but as for solid pud will be observed how rich is the vein of ding, it has not yet come to hand. For humor which runs through his observations. (speaking of the common soldiers) he says: There are other pieces in the Biglow We get the licks,-wer’e just the grist thet's put |
Papers quite as good as these. The speech into War's hoppers;
of “Increase O’Phace, Esquire,” at an exLeftenants is the lowest grade thet helps pick up trumpery caucus meeting, is full of humor, the coppers.
mixed with shrewd common sense. Take It may suit folks thet go agin a body with a soulin't, the following litile extract as an example: An'aint contented with a hide without a bagnethole in it;
I'm willin a man should go tollable strong But glory is a kin'o’thing I shan't pursue no furder, Agin wrong in the abstract, fer that kind o' wrong Coz thet's the off"cers parquisite, yourn's only Is ollers unpop'lar an' never gils pitied, jest the murder.
Because it's a crime no one ever committed.
But he musn't be bard on partickler sins, Mr. Scawin forth with thinks of making c.
of making Coz then he'll be kickin the people's own shins. use of his wooden leg for the purpose of hopping into Congress. He will set up as a “ The Pious Editor's Creed” is a terrible candidate for office, on the strength of his satire on Yankee politics—more severe than “milingtary” reputation, for
any thing that old country. writers have yet There ain't no kin' o'quality in candidates, it's said,
said of them. Parson Wilbur is disposed to
derive the name of Editor not so much from So useful ez a wooden leg, -except a wooden head.
edo, to publish, as from edo, to eat, that being As for principles, he has none, but if any
any the peculiar profession to which the Americantankerous elector should ask for them, he
can editor esteems himself called. “He will answer that he has a wooden leg got in blows up the flames of political discord for the service of his country; and if harder
no other occasion than that he may thereby pressed for something more definite, he wi!l
bandily boil his own pot. Nine hundred and reply that he has had one eye put out.
ninety-nine out of the thousand labor to imThen for a popular cry of the “Old Hickory”.
press upon the people the great principles of kind, Mr. Scawin thinks he will do :
Tweedledum, and nine hundred and ninetyThen you can call me “ Timbertoes,"—that's wat nine out of the other thousand preach with the people likes;
equal earnestness the gospel according to Sutthin combinin' morril truth with phrazes sich Tweedledee.” Here are a few extracts from as strikes ;
“ The Pious Editor's Creed :"“Old Timbertoes" you see's a creed it's safe to be quite bold on,
I du believe in Freedom's cause, There's nothin in't the other side can any ways
Ez fur ez Paris is; git hold on;
I love to see her stick her claws It's a good tangible idee, a suthin' to embody,
In them infarnal Pharisees; That valooable class o' men who look thru brandy
It's wall enough agin a king, toddy;
To dror resoves and triggers, Then there air other good hooraws to dror on ez
But libberly's a kind othing
That don't agree with niggers.
I du believe the people wunt
A tax on teas an' coffees, well ez o' the masses,
That nothin' aint extravygunt,An' makes you sartin o'the aid o' good men of all
Purvidin I'm in office; classes.
Fer í hev loved my country sence There is only one little difficulty which
My eye-teeth filled their sockets,
An' Uncle Sam I reverence, Birdofreedom Scawin admits, which is, that
Partic'larly his pockets. in order to be a proper candidate for the presidency, he must own a nigger of some
I du believe it's wise an' good sort, and, therefore, he requests his friends
To sen' out furrin missions,
Thet is, on sartin onderstood to raise subscriptions amongst them to enable
An' orthydox conditions ; him to purchase the requisite qualification
I mean nine thousan' dolls. per ann., that is, “ enough for me to buy a low-priced
Nine thousan' more fer outfit, baby."
An' me to recommend a man Mr. Scawin writes a third letter, from
The place 'ould jest about fit.
Time - twilight.
I do believe in special ways
The best way is to fight it thru ;
Not but wut abstract war is horrid,
I sign to thet with all my heart, -
But civilization doos git forrid
SOMETIMES UPON A POWDER-CART.
We cannot, however, proceed furtber with
quotations from these clever and highly-hu
morous jeux d'esprit. But we cannot refrain I du believe with all my soul In the gret Press's freedom,
from giving a short piece by Mr. Lowell in To pint the people to the goal,
an altogether different vein-one which, perAn' in the traces lead 'em ;
haps, he thinks the lightest of, having thrown Palsied the arm that forges yokes it off in a careless mood; and yet it is the At my fat contracts squintin',
most characteristic little poem which he has An' withered be the nose that pokes
yet written. It is so thoroughly AmericanInto the gov'nment printin'!
so native—so true. Why will not AmeriI do believe in prayer an' praise
cans write after nature, instead of after To him that has the grantin'
Wordsworth and Tennyson? Let Mr. Lowell O' jobs,-in every thin' that pays, write more in the following strain-commonBut most of all in Cantin';
place and vulgar as it may seem, yet thoThis doth iny cup with marcies fill,
roughly true to nature--and he will do more This lays all thoughts of sin to rest, I don't believe in princerple,
to create a school of popular American poetBut O, I du in interest.
ry, than by writing no end of “Rosalines”
and “Legends of Brittany.” The piece I do believe in bein' this
which we refer to is unfinished. It is enOr that, ez it may happen :
titled “ The Courtin,"
Ezekiel goes a courting Huldy, who is sitting
in the kitchen all alone, peeling apples by the It aint by principles nor men
My president course is steadied, - firelight. The piece has the finish of a
Zekle crep' up, quite unbeknown,
An' peeked in thru the winder,
An' there sot Huldy all alone,
'ith no one nigh to hender.
Agin' the chimbly crooknecks hung,
An' in amongst 'em rusted,
The old queen's arm thet gran’ther Young
Fetched back from Concord busted.
The wannut logs shot sparkles out
Towards the pootiest, bless her!
An' leetle fires danced all about
The chiny on the dresser.
The very room, coz she wuz in,
Looked warm from floor to ceilin';
An' she looked full ez rosy agin
Ez th' apples she wuz peelin'. Hosea Biglow puts some questions to a She heerd a foot, an' know'd it, tu, popular candidate, who sends an answer of
A-raspin' on the scraper,a very comical description. The candidate All ways to once her feelins flew, is of the class "artful dodger”—one that
Like sparks in burnt-up paper. won't give a pledge. Yet he pretends to He kin' o' l'itered on the mat be very straight-forward, though all the Some doutfle o' the seekle; while he is, as the Yankee say, “riding on
His heart kep' goin' pitypat, the fence.” Here are his views anent the
But hern went pity Zeekle. Mexican war, which some of our peace-men
Here the poem ends. Perhaps to carry in the House of Commons may imitate to advantage next time they appear before it much further would have been to spoil it. their British constituents :
But even as it stands, it is a gem. We only
wish that Mr. Lowell would write more in Ez for the war, I go agin it,
this vein. He might even do so in English I mean to say I kind o du, That is, I mean that, bein' in it,
if he liked, instead of that lingo.