Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1846-01-30
.nEgf " Fromthe New. York Citizen.
JOHMBUkL WAKING UP A YANKEE

We IounQ ourselves lew Gays sIHCo,
on board the floating palace, the ''Burling-
ton, commanded by that prince OF cap
tains, Capt. Sherman, gliding over The
waters of the beautiful Champlain. The
day was delightful, and the passengers had
sought the promenade deck to enjoy the
attractive scene. Good humor and delight
shone upon the features Of all, as they in
groups, and sOIus, gazed upon the encflant-
ed scenery, chartered and epromenaded.-
Among the crowd shone conspicuous three
pompous specimens of monarchy, whose
stiff cravats, straight-buttoned surtouls, and
military air, indicated their profession, and
who bore upon their frontispiece the Roy
al coat of Arms; telling that they wore it
by permission Of Her Majesty, Queen
Victoria. With majesty in their mein
and lordly contempt for the dwellers in
pumpkin land upon their royal brows,
they paced the deck in evident satisfaction
with themselves, and with an occasional
glance of condescending pity upon the
Yankee natives about them. At length
tk>;g eyes lit upon one Of those queer spe-
cimens Of New England production, fire.
quendy seen, from every feature of whose
face spoke the Yankee. He was a lank
six-footer, with careless, sauntering air,
his hands thrust into the pockets of his
coat, his capgset on the back Of his head,
and with supreme indifference to all about
him, was lazily pacing back and forth be-
fore the British officers, whistling Yankee
Doodle. 81 He CHANGED to wear upon the
front piece of his cap, stamped in leather,
the American Eagle, with some appropri-
ate motto. Taking advantage of this, and
wishing to have a little sport at his expense,
one of the representatives Of Royalty ac-
scosted him. with, F~
well, my friend, see you wear the
eagle; suppose you belong to the Armyr
mot exactly. replied the Yankee, touch
ing his cap, a la mode de miltaire, but
have the pleasure of informing you that
hold a Lieulenans's commission in the I'd
company the 18th regiment Of Infantry,
In the Stale OF Connecticut ,-....-
'Indeed,' said the officer, SIS that the
regiment in which they use pumpkin-yines
for trumpets, aud bean poles for muskets?'
Look here, Mr.. John Bull said iona
than, if that's your game, you've woke
up the wrong passenger. May be pump
kin vines and bean poles would do to thrash
the impudence and starch out Of you bull
headed beef.eatcrs; but on pinch we can
muster yet few of the same old muskets
and Long Toms with which that pumpkin
eating Yankee, McDonnough, once made
your turkey cock, Downie, pull down the
British flag, on this frog pond of ours, and
-blubber for quarter. You've hearn tell of
thatbiI of a spree haint ye?'
This home thrust evidently disturbed
the officer, and by this time the passengers
had gathered about them. But rallying be
said, ....
That was rather an unfortunate affair
for Us. But what do you think would be
the result Of a war now!' za--.
what do think 2 replied Jonathan,
why. think we'd lick you like thunder
You think 500
Wouldn't We, though? By the time
we got through with you, there wouldn't
be enough left to make a grease spot
We'd use you up, run you out, excommu-
nicate you, 'radicate you. ! tell you what,
stranger, if you don't want to wake up and
find your cake dough, you had better keep
that lion of yours mighty quiet II j.
But you don't imagine you could take
Quebec!'
Take Quebec? Why we'd walk into
that Gibralter Of yours, and putup the Ea-
gle on your flagstaff, some morning be
tween sunrise and breakfast, just for diver
sion to sharpen our appetites.' o-
Well, you seem very confident Of your
strength, where is your army to do all this3'
Army! Maybe, stranger, you hairft
travelled through these parts much. Ar
my! Why, did you ever hear of Piatts-
burg. of Saratoga, of Bunker Hill. OF Ben
nington, of New Orleans, of Yorktown,
aud some other such interesting places to
you British? Well, the blood of the John
Bulls that MANFRED them places has raised
mighty tall lots of regular Long Toms
every house inthese parts is barrack,
and every man. woman and child is an en-
listed soldier and at the. first growl of
your lion, we'd be down upon you like a
chain of thunderbolts. You wouldn't be
nothing in our hands. We wouldn't leave
you foot Of land from New Brunswick
TO Oregon. We'd sweep you so clean
from the face Of the earth that the cid Sa-
tan never would be able TO find more than
half Ofyou.' .stse go s.e..aa -..ata .as.-
The, crowd had greeted the sallies of