The southern press. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1850-1852, 1851-03-27
From the Pacific (Cai.) .Ne,cs.

STUMP SpEEoH.-The following specimens
of quaint humor we find in one of our exchanges,
under the head of California correspondence.
They purport to have been delivered by stump
candidate at San Francisco
Fsllo,o Republicans and Fello,c Citizens
am plain aud modest man, born at an early
period of my existence, which great event oc-
Cured at home one night while my mother was
out | have struggled from the ohscurity TO
which an unlucky star had doomed me, till have
risen like bright exhalation in the evening, to
the very summit of human greatness and gran
deur. Gentlemen, profess no princpes-un-
fortunately, have none. On the unhappy oc-
casion of my birth, a dismal and melancholy
man, clothed ia the sombre hues of mourning,
snapped Inc away for another baby, and subse-
quently lost me at a rattle. Sad event. But
who can control this fate We are the creatures
of destiny. aThere is divinity that shapes
our ends, rough hew them how we WILL
/ was intended by nature for great states
man Had lived in the days of Hannibal,
should have beaten the great cbieftain in cross
ing the Alps, and it is dead certain thing
that could have dstanced Cortez in crossing
the Isthmus. lie never performed the feats that
did he never came up the Chagres river in a
canoe with u deaf and dumb hombre.' without
a red cent, or a change of summer apparel. But
a light heart and thin pair of breeches, goes
merriIy through the world
Sir. every man who has come here is
Columbus. He comes 20 discover new Dig
gings | am Columbus was dead broke
at home, as Columbus was, and | have come
here TO strike new vein. But am not going
to the mines Oh. no. You don't catch me up
to my waist in ice-water, with juvenile pick
axe and an incipient crow bar, laborng under
heat of one hundred degrees in the shade, to dig
out the filthy ucre No, sir, | am not on that
lay. | hate abor---it was an invention to vex
mankind. prefer an office, one that is lucra-
tive, and not laborious; what you call sinecurc
And if cannot get one myself, will go in for
any man who will divide on the dead lowell, and
no splits. .
Sir, where will you find country
like this Talk not of oriental gorgeous ess Of
Eastern countries. Tell us rot Of the fairy
scenery which poets, who revel in the great warm
path Of heavenly imagination, paint with golden
pens on leaves of satin. The description of this
beautiful country should be written with the
golden wand of an angel, dipped in the softest
rays of the sunbean upon the blushing and deli
cafe surface of a rose leaf. Excuse me, gentle
men, L except oniy inc rainy season, ana the
time when the dust flies.
We love our native land-we honor her flag.
and would not rob the custom-house if we had
fair show. But Congress must not put on any
airs, or we will take charge of the custom-house
and post Office, and make a muss generally
These are my sentiments, gentlemen. If they
don't admit us into the Union, we will burst
open the cnstom-house, and admit all lq,rcss
free of duty. And now with a parting blessing
upon the girls we left behind us, and the boys
who are coming after us, we will adjourn and
take private drink