The southern press. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1850-1852, 1850-11-14
[Enter Mr.. South- Cap in hand. ]


Mr.. North.-Ah, South is that you! Sit
down-sit down-but now think of it, you
may as well stand. Well, hope now that we
have settled all our difficulties on principles of
perfect reciprocity, and restored harmony :" to
this distracted country" we shall have no more
nonsense about dssolving the partnership.
Pompey, my son, what are you about there
Oh, see, its only the Constitution. Give Mr..
South that chair. n
Pompey-Can't, sir, the dem man steeler, he
deal in de hoomen flesh. iraid he eat me up.
Mr.. Norh.--Ha-ha--ha Isn't he fine
boy, South? Talk of inferiority--pooh But
as l was saying, no more threats-no more
grumbling, hey!
Mr.: South, Scratching his head -Why, I'll
tell you the short and the long of it. I'm not
quite satisfied; but US some of my boys think |
had better say no more about il, and many OF
my neighbors tell me it was the best | could
get, upon the whole, if thought could de-
pend OH your moderation and forbearance,
don't know but what Id continue the partner.
ship a little longer, just to see how you'd behave
yourself. love union and friendship.
Pompey.-IIoh-hoh-hoh Unnion--dem
de Unnion, say. tink he be a violashun OF
de law of Cor and trample him under my foot.
Mr. th.-Hah-hah--hah! Did you hear
that, South! Isn't he prodigy'
Mr. South.-Oh, certainly, a very promising
shoot Of the higher law, and the scruple OF
conscience.
Mr.. North, (aside.)-I see friend South is
rather sore, and must tickle him little. Pom
pey, my son, insist on your giving Mr.. South
that chair this instant.
Pompey.-I won't do no SIGH ting. 'Taint
cordin to quality. Niger good as white man
better too-Massa Seward say so, an he know
de higher law-de scruple of conshunts.
Mr.. North.--Pompey, my son, now listen to
reason, won't you'
Pompey-Reason! What you call dat--hey ?
don't know and / don't care for your reason.
/ free mani go for de higher law-de Bowie
knife and de revolver, and won't give up my
cheer to dat dem man stealer.
Mr., North, advancing towards Pompey)-
You won't-hey! Then l shall make you.
Give it up this instant, say.
PompeH (draping a Bowie knye.)-I tell you
what, you dem white niger, if you come to dat
| take de law of natur in my hand-I 'fend my
right like old Phginny, and resist to the last ex-
tremity.
Mr.. South.-Old Virgiuia-last extremity
hum! (AsMe)
Mr.. North.-Well, South, can't blame the
poor boy He speaks but the language of
nature, and we must let him have his way. He
has been brought up slave, has run away from
his master, and you know the higher law says
that the condition Of slavery absolves US from
all the obligations of mankind. Don't it, Pom.
pey, my son?
Poanpey-Eas, Mister North, know dat wei
enough, and tell you plainly | do jist as please
| freeman now, but have jist de same right had
when | was slave De Bowie knife and de
revolver protect my right. If you take away
my chair stick your gizzard-I set fire to your
house, steal your horse-I gallop off to Bos-
ting, and den if any body come after me- peal
to de higher law, and dey will be popt into Jail
stead of me. Hah! dats your sort. Hurrah
for Mister Seward and de higher law
Mr.. South.-lou see, friend North, what all
this is coming to. You'll reap the fruits Of the
tree you have planted, one of these days.
Mr.. Norh.-Can't help consequences, my
good friend, must follow the dictates of con-
science. Why, Pomp, what the ID are you
about there? Who gave you permission to
open that closet and steal Mrs. Norths sweet
meats!
Pompey-De higher law, sir. 90 cordin to
conshunts. hungry jis now, and it is dc right
of natur to eat.
Mr.. Norh.-You impudent rascal III teach
you the law of nature by the application of the
higher law of the cudge.
Mr.. North seizes his Stick-knocks the Bo,cie
knife out If Pompey's hand-breaks has head
and kicks him out Of The room. Mr.. South
laughing all The ,ohile.
Pompey-(Going oa Jlubbering.) Oh! boo
-boo-oo-puTty libbety dis wish l was
wild old massa agin. kill some on 'em dis
berry night, 'cordin to de higher law.
Mr.. North.-( Sighing.) How sadly the poor
fellow mistakes the true principle of the higher
law. But niggers will be niggers all the world
over.
Mr.. South.-Yes, you'll find it so one Of
these days, my good friend, to your cost. You
have made hole in the wall you'll never be
able to stop again. But as | was saying: if
| agree to this compromise as you call it
though always thought compromises implied
mutual concessions
Mr.. HORTICULTURAL concessions. You are
terribly behind progress, friend South. Com
promises between unequal parties, mean nothing
but imposition on one hand and submission on
the otheT and it is always considered n great
proof of forbearance and moderation in the
strong, to leave the weak anything. But have
been not only moderate and furbearinp, but