Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1852-12-23
Humor and Sentiment.

Humor and Sentiment.
ARIsrooRATIc MOTIONS.
Remember, Kate, that Mr.. Brown
Is not to be invited;
Our parties are select, OF course,
All parvenues are slighted.
Within our doors one always finds
People ofrank and fashion,
None but the elite, the upper ten
The highest in the nation
wonder now why Harry Dash
Pays Brown so much attention,
I'm sure his name among my friends
I'd be ashamed to mention,
His clothes have not the Paris cut,
His manners are ungainly;
And second rate upon his face
Is written very plainly.
Yet Dash the fellow always treats
With much consideration.
But shan't send this nobody
Would you IAN invitation"
20 Mamm,, 10 be sure would
For all the "ten' who've met him
are trying with their might and main
At their soirees to get him.
Hes all the rage, his family
Rank high, do assure you;
They lived in town some years ago
Among the best, I'm sure, too.
And papa says his father used
To keep coach and four, ma;
And that better, kinder man,
He never met before, ma"
80 we'll, dear Kate, if that's the case,
note you may indite him
If they are friends Of your papa's,
Ofcourse we must invite him."
40, friends they are for when papa
Yves but needy tailor,
And be and you the livelong day
Worked hard as any sailor,
This man so kind gave him the means
To take store in town, ma;
And papa says that all he's made,
He owes to Mr.. Brown, ma"
The tailor's wife turned pals and red.
So strange were her emotions.
hope she saw the dangerin
Aristocratic mott ms.
oh! Boys, Garry PIE Long.
oh, carry me long,
Der's no more trouble for me,
Use gwine to roam in happy home,
Whar all de niggas am free.
I've worked long in the fields.
Pve handled many hoe;
I'll turn my eye before die,
And see the sugar-cane grow.
CHoEus-Ohl boys, carry me long,
Garry me till die;
Garry me down to de buryin' ground
Massa, don't you cry.
All ober de land,
I've wandered many day,
To blow de horn and mind de corn,
And keep de possum away.
No use for me now,
So darkies bury me low;
My horn is dry, and must lie,
Where de possum neber can 60.
Oh! boys, carry me long, &c.
Farewell to de boys,
Wild hearts so happy and light.
Dey sing song all day long,
And dance de iuba at night.
Farewell to de fields
OBJ cotton, 'bacco, and all;
Sc gwine to hoe in Dressed row,
Whar de corn grows mellow and tall.
Obi boys, carry me long, &c.
Farewell to de hills,
De meadows covered wild green,
Old brindle Boss and de old grey boss,
All beaten, broken, and lame.
Farewell TO de dog,
Dat always followed me round;
Old Sancho IL wall, and droop his tail,
When am under de ground.
OH boys, carry me long, &C.
He Stood % the Altar.
He stoe.d at the altar,
because he'd no chair)
With brass rings ON his fingers.
And lard on his hair.
He stood at the altar,
With a watch in his fob;
A young Whiskerando,
AS straight as a cob.
He stood at the altar,
In humanity's guise--
pin graced his di ckey,
And goggles MS eyes.
He stood at the altar,
As shrewed ones have said,
Without CENTS in his pockets,
Or SENSE in his head.
-PFalse eloquence, like the prismatic glass,
ITS gaudy colors spreads on every place.
-B. R.. HAzIr,
ISAAC STRAUB 81 CO.,
III ! L L T ACT RY.
'ner Of Front and JOOn Streets; Cincinnati, Ohio.
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