The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1853-08-10

He'll consent, in compassion, to tack on the |
Loo-Choo.
And more than all this, there's nearer vex-
alton,
Which tempts him this side to promote an
nexation:
'Tis a beautiful garden, as rich as a ruby
And true to the rhyme it's the Island ofCubal
by some course or other, and the muse need
not blab it,
'Tis strongly surmised Uncle Sam means 10
grab it.
Oh, he's sly fox when once he gets in it
This land -ft-all Europe can't stop him a
minute.
lie has, too, a third fit, which mocks calcula
'Tis an itching to journey all over creation.
No matter what objects arise to appall him,
What methods of travel to case or to gall him,
He can ride on a rail- or an ass, or camel,
Ger the rocks, or the sands, or the prairics
enamel;
lie displays locomotion in no stinted measure,
Aud seems omnil resent for profit or pleasure.
To tell the whole story, however so funny,
| He dances and digs to the music of money
lie trips it to Greenland, for icebergs to dick
cr,
And returns to the vineyard of France for his
liquor.
Not long since he touched at Ccylon to get
spices,
And learning that teas had gone down in their
prices,
lie proceeded to China to lay in his quota,
And them for some hides, sailed away towards
Bogota.
Last year he popped in at the Worlds Exhibi-
tion,
And then went to Join the Japan expedition.
He has seen all the ruins; and fought with n
tiger,
As they happened to meet on the banks of the
Niger.
To-day having mastered and checked through
his riggings,
lie will start in the morning for some of the
"Diggngs."
Thus While in these fits, and his brain is n
brewing,
One scarce can conceive all the plans he's
pursuing
Even Britain turns pale and cries out, "You
amaze me
Brother Jonathan, stop, or you'll certainly
craze me !"
So the next we may hear-but let this be be-
tween us-
He has taken balloon on his passage to Venus
And now we might rest, but there's one BIZ
Of scandal
Against Uncle Sam, which his enemies han
die.
They say he's diseased with black headed
cancer,
, And TO cover it up they insist will not answer
That some of his girls, who raise sugar ant
cotton,
From the self same disorder are fast growing
= rotten.
Mistress Stowe, in her book, says the darl
5 spot is slavery,
Upheld and prolonged by political knavery
q
her over,
. To feast on fat things like pig in the clover
= Now, of course, we all know without an,
teacher,
IIatty Stoves smart woman, because She
n Beccher,
And it's right for the Stafford House folks T.
| fly at her,
And fondle and toast her, and pet her and pa
: her;
But we must not forgot, in the midst of tn
f bubble,
How Uncle Sam came at the first by thi
, trouble.
'Tis true, the mark on him, and posters hir
4 badly,
And when the right time comes he'll part wit
4 it gladly.
But let them remember those Stafford IIous
n weasels,
This same mother England had caught til
h black measles.
She spotted the child while in that situation
+ And now she turns round and vents her indig
nation.
: But it's hoped he'll be patient, and firm, AM
enduring,
). And that soon he will meet with an actual cui
o The prescription we make is to purge out tn
nation
O BY thorough emetic Of colonization.
Far better than all your Congressional nurs
ing,
Than the spit-fre and spite of fanatical cursine
Than your snobs OF reform, your humbug ant
quackcry;
If you don't believe this, you can ask MI
Thackeray.
Thus, gentlemen, have !, not stopping to ban
ter,
Gone through our affairs on a true classi
canter;
=, For thought it not best, on the present oc
cason,
To fatigue with long g-winded, prosy nara
ton;
, But, AS BARRIERS might say, would pleas
you the rather,
BY the use of some light ailegorical lather
At what have said, hope no man will STUN
bic:
= Uncle Sam should, at least be the last one Il
grumble.
So hurrah for this day of Our national glory
SO hurrah for the fame Of our country
proud story
; So hurrah for the Brarcs, that in battle con
tended,
And stoutly each fortress of freedom defend
cd
They sleep on the breast of the broad lanc
before us,
The sires that bled for the mothers that bore
, us,
Pew only remain of the old Revolution,
To relate the sad spell of their first destitu
/ tion,
When Washington marshalled the patriot for
ces,
And the might of his name stood for warlikC
? resources.
Remember We still, when the conflict was wa
D ging
And the Demons OF war IN their Jury were ra
5 ging,
How they went forth undauntcd with slaugh.
ter and shouting,
By the death dealing guns and the banners
all hoating-
How they stemmed the wild tide of that for
oign oppression
To boquaath us, their children, this goodly
possession
Remember We yonder "0ld IT," where they
landed,
The Green. Mountain Boys that brave Allen
commanded,
That morning of pride when the fort was sur
rendered,
And the sword of the foe to our cheftain was
rendered
Oh, the Green Mountain Boys may theiI
fame live forever,
For the titles they won no disaster shall seYer
A ~ tI,a .oklo ola c,tl,ars ,rho,, xpa ,ro,Ia
have brought hitheF,
! FuIl soon like the last leaves of autumn tC