The southern press. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1850-1852, 1850-12-06
Ike harrycane, and sen de Bible and de Con.

IKE harrycane, ana sen de Bible and de Con-
stushin to de debbil on han gallop All, Cuff!
den you see vimen Bortionists, dey call de
ffinds of de tire humming race don't mean
de lady of choler, but de raile white lady
white as de snow, Cuff Gosh, how dey flutter,
jis like so many stool-pigins, an shake de hank
chief and wipe dare eye; an when done
phew! how dey cum round me to shake hands.
And den, Cuff mine what | say-some on um
kiss me when dey get me in corner. Tink
dat Pomp!
Pompey, (lnder high steam.)-Say no more,
Cuff | 60 dare mex time. make spitch |
nounce de Constushun, and tired de Onion right
under my feet. glib de dem man steeler de
ticks under de short rib. Hurrsh for de higher
law and de scripple of conshunts!
Cufee.-So you shall, Pomp. An den take
you to de Right of Wimen meeting But tell
you foreman, you sec no hansome gal dare. All
ugly as stone fence. But den, Cuff, dey hab
what dey call gumshin-das de ting, boy You
stan dis
Pompey.-O, ees berry well. De gumshin
| SpSSl, NC tNh uHClc-WIul you call
gulnny!
Cu6ee-Pomp, you're a CRATE way hind de
sperrit Of de edge, and de marsh of mine But
ebery body mus liv an larn. You'll no better
when you hear de spitches Of de Bortionists an
de rights of vimen siety. Dat Chrishy Mott is
screemer Tudder night she shut up Parson
Shining and Ftddlemore Parker jis like dun
oisier. She hold up pair of old ledder britches,
and she say, "ook here dis de CRATE charter of
mans speriority in dis is contained de secret of
his dishpotism over us miserable, degraded
down-trodden house servants Of dc lord of do
creashin.' Den she 60 Oh to say vimen mus
vote at lectons, be ustasses of de peace, Judges,
Jinerals and Presidents, and tend to all de out
door business, while DE- men stay hum, cook de
yittes, rock de cradle, sing de lullabce, ard
nurse de baby.
| Pommy-Gosh-l like to see dat ting. Gaze
why, you see, Cuff, hear say all bout here, dat
sety pletey out of jint, an dat its high time to
turn it all upside down. tink dis do it tectally
o! Christopher Lewis Lent how like to see
Chrlshy Mott in ridgementles, ridin straddle on
Il big white boss, tlurishn sord and singin out,
" Tenshin dc hole! Make ready. Take aim !
Fire. Gran sport dat, hey Cuff!
Cutee.-Berry. But Parson Shining and
Parson Butcher, he no seem to like de noshun OF
rocking de cradle and nursin de baby.
Pompey-l 'spose he fraid Chrishy go to
pritching, and so take de bread out of he mout
Cutce.-l can't say as to dis. But | tell you
what, Pomp, Parson Shining got his bitters dat
time, for Chrishy am down OH um like lock-
amotit. | tell you dat if all dc vimen had SIGH
tongs as Christy, dare would be no casion to
talk of de dishpotism of man. Tween you and
|, Pomp, imagined Chrshy sent ships eye or
two at me, but it woodnt do, Cuff. no hav
sngin lullabees and nursin babies.
Pompey-Berry well, Cuff steddy CRATE
speech for mex meetn of Dc Bortion Siety. BY
gvsh, how put it into um. make de fedders
fly boy.
Cubee-Suttinly, suttinly. But say, Pomp
whar you got dem white glove, and dc rest Of
dem fine close-ch
o"peJ' you SSO, Suii "a PaIoOii,
mister heedeter Douglas-you sec, suited de
scripple Of conshunts wedder 'greeuble to dress
like gemmon, and dat ben de case, 90 to de
tailor shop an help myself, 'cordn' to de higher
law.
Cufee.-Berry right, Pomp, Gaze you see,
common Of cholor clear out Of sight Of all law
Mister Seward tell me so, an what he say 'bove
all gospel, Gaze de bible no aunty slavery nufi
for me. But cum, Pomp, let me traduce you
to sum of de shining lights Of dis age in tudder
room. Dare you fine 'Siah Quincy, dc mare,
Chrishy Mott, Abby Fulsome, Sojourncr Truth,
EIorris Mann, Parson Shining, Fiddlemore
Parker, Mister Pumpkins, NJ. p, an de rest on
UNI. Come along, Pomp, and take kear, for 5 y
nothing bout egg-nogg, and dc great cypress
swamp.
Pompev,-Berry well--all primed, Cuff. But
you see, rudder shy Of Chrishy. | frad she
shake dc old ledder britches at mean set me
to nuss dc badly. But howsumevcr, | don't
mind dc old boy now. IIurrah for de higher
law an de scripple of conshunts, and down wild
de dam Constitution and de Onion. Cum along
Mister Heedeter. Ereunt.