The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1854-06-07
A Dialogue,

muntclpai eiectOn In New orleans. OeS.
perate fight occurred between the Irish
Catholics and the Americans, in several
wards, but in the Seventh particularly.-
The former faction endeavored TO drive
native voters from'rhe polls. and resortpd
to the most desperate means TO secure theI
election of Winter, their candidate. The
result of such mode could not tail to-
create a.terfible row;nit did. and tho Tor.
eign party were driven from the gEdund1
aud utterly routed. Below, we give dia.
logue. supposed to have taken place be.
tween Pat, an Irish drayman, and his wife
Bridget, on the return OF the former from
the Seventh Ward Polls The @ Leary,
mentioned, is chief Of police. and took an
active part in the row, not as q protector
OF the peace. but as brawier aud leader
Of the mob:--
Bridget-Come, Patrick. me honey. what
makes ye so sad? &Hss 81
Ye always come home from the Siven,h'
Ward so glad!
Patrick-Ah! Bridget, me darlin, how can
look gay,
When the bloody .know nothings" car.
ried the day2
They have taken the country from Ire
land away,
And o Weary and Winter no longershould
sve sway. ges7sS ieeiasl saT
Bridget-Oh! cheer up, me Pat, what ye
IS say can't be thrue.
But what makes yer face look all over blue?
From your head 10 your fait ye are cover
ed with blood. 81
And your shirt looks as If ye'd been rowl'd
in the mud!
Patrick--Ahl Be iabbers! me honey, the
| tale is too true. elsiaa b5a
And I'll tell ye what makes me face all
over SO blue; ii isi,n
But hurry. me Bridget, and get me some
Some whisky 10 drink, and some prai.ers
sl to ate. Gegp .is8S sissd a9f9atf5s
And LII thry TO relate while I'm dhrinkin'
and often" s3ass sas bsEs lsa.
How the ''Na,ive Americans" gave US a
batin'' as5s S. sSs!sessos.f ia
We marched to the powls wild shillalies in
| ss3stlehand. agi sass Il s38aistsE ~ ~
To dhriye from their birthright the sons Of
| The land; sEf ssisfa3ttt qtsz7 ii sfyiy
But we soon found we d made a mistake.
For the "Na,iyes,' be jabars! were all
| @ wide awake, .aiayiis bilas s
They were drawn up in lines already 10
I .ls4 mate us, i5si,sfass 81 o. 3s4s
Aud the diyils looked savage enough to
| Anil couldn't help ,hinkin' as how we
were fools. a s.
To be fghtin' for Winter an LAWN our
mules; So 4.s., 4
The battle began. and we yelled wild de-
4 ss light. e4asaS. ssissi ~, 3 ..,s5 i
And thought we were having an Elegant
fight. a3li ~ *. 81 sI5f gf
But the very next mint we leaned for our
For the divils had pistols and big bowie.
j s6 kniyes. ls a5 ;ss sals
Then we dropt our shillalies an turned
Il round 10. fly. rl.laen M iK
For sure its'twas, better to run than "a
i 4 die, aS 4s.!ss ts1s 81 l...f. Is .5s 7st
We jumped through the windies our bacon
TO save s;aas stAasd 6 einSs IS
An each one resolved to take hasty lave
An we wint. onl We danced .nev Irish
:. reels. s.i 81 ~. is:sls .Sis ossg ssts
For the Natives = be jabbers, pitched US
aA. head over heels; as s. :. .ss.S
An never was sure that we wasn't al
dead; Cas-, !.
Till lifted me hand an felt roun' for one
head.
BY the howly Saint Patrick, on next leo,
ton day, $50 - s..
: Instead OF powls. will stick TO my dhray,
For the mules can bate and drive as
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