Butte record. (Bidwell, Butte County, Cal.) 1853-1858, 1855-06-02
Know Nothing Installation.

Know Nothing Installation.
The following poem is copied from the Nash
,e On. H. Gazette 1t is exceedingly rich
nd should be read attentiyely, in order tina
he reader may ''see all the points" 1t wi
'ear several perusals, and viii be found t
bound with new interest each tine.
of a Lodge of Know Moth
ings; Time, Midnight Grand Master il
the Chair; candidate supported by two ush
crs; tin shaving pot boiling over a spiri
lamp, on a table, beside marrow bone an,
cleaver.
MASTER OF CEREMONIES, RISING.
Brothers It's the mystic hour
For the exercise of power,
Lol the sacred fire is hot
Boils the sacred shaving pot.
As within its brim I fling
Every native Offering.
Bunch of wool from Afric skull
Feather from a new hedged gull
Down new plucked from callow goose,
Emblem fit for Us to USE
Double, double. toll and trouble,
In the tin pot squeak and bubble.
oMNEs, solemnly,
Bubble.
MASTER.
If read the omnes clear,
Happy auspices are here,
Let the candidate appear
(Thc candidate is brought forward)
Stranger, ere you swear obedience,
must know your antecedents.
CANDIDATE.
IF it's politics you mean
Everything by turn I've been;
! have been a locofoco,
But found that that was no 60
Woolly Head and Silver Gray.
Putty Head in a small way,
wildcat Pizzarinctum too,
And Fres- Soiler-
MASTER
That viii do,
Brother renegade, greet you
Joyed am as such to meet you;
Now mark my words and their intent,
And bow your head if you assent.
Can you questioner put by
And can you on occasion lie
Candidate bows.)
Can you all orders blindly follow
And have you a capacioua swallow
Don't you believe that some years heac
Popes win appoint our Presidents?
Don't you believe that Jesuits thrive
Because in-sesret they contriye
You hate conlessionals : see
You debut you'll confess to me.
Don't you believe the Romish Priests
Are sworn to slaughter Us like beasts
That oil tie Irish arms are hiding
In all the shanties they abide in
That all the Irish girls combine
To purchase arsenic and strychnine3
That in Know Nothing lies cur hope
To fight the Devil and the Pope'
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Now lift the bone and cleaver high in air.
And full obedience to our order swear
Candidate obeys.)
he ordears past; and you here proclaim
Know Nothing in intellect and name.
around you see band of brothers true
lone Of the honest men know more than you
rom different parties they have fallen away
nd now &c in for plumber and for prey;
ike you theyrs bound our lead to blindly fol
flow;
ike you they have a most capacious swallow
hey bolt whatever prodigy We name
gate or saw-mill, it is all the same.
Ionors we'll make as equal as We can
There each expects to be a Congressman,
not Governor. Our signs are few,
nd easy to be learned--even by you
he grip is this you'll get it in minute
hen shake your head-there's nothing in it
-ezt wise look-for visions our profession
good stuffed owl will aid you in expression
iinerva's bird and ours---no soaring lark
Tut one that goes a-mousing in the dark;
tut 10 ! the nights verging into day;
reborn Americans, let's sneak away
own the back stairs, and then we'll cut and
run
md vanish through dark alleys, one BY one
ancy you've robbed hen-roost. and tread
Tight,
hen will your skulking gait beit your fight
[Exeunt omnes