Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1856-09-03
From the Winnsboro Register.
A TRAGICo FARCICAL C0GITATI0N.

ACT lsr' Scene lst-Washington City; A private
Apartment; Mr.. Bullygame; SOlu,.
Mr. Bulygame. Now is our Sumner
Of vanity and malice, made our Sumner
Of woe and sorrow. Now has his elaborate speech
Made we'll beIabord man of him. Now
Has his venom, with which he idly dream'd
To faint the Senatorial Hall, brought down
Upon his scented head dread Brooks guta percha
cane.
Whilst coal black Sambo held the light,
Beside the polshd mirrors frame, night
After night, did Massac achusetts' Sumner
Work, and con, and practice DER that speech,
Which las fructifed our shame. 'Tis true!
IT'S passing true! That Massachusetts, abolition crew,
And all the Black Republicans, both far
And wide were we'll prepard with their
Applause, to make the welkin ring.
But alack day That Southern Brooks
Did break the spell, when he did bruise
Our Summers head. 'Tis true the speech was
Full of smut. Was rank with poison
Distilled az colGly as n serpent's is. IT'S true
It fairly reek'd with foul abuse of some
Most learned Senators, and slandered basey
A gallant and right noble sovereign State.
Yet still our crew filed with dark envenomd hate,
Would have applauded and would have sworn
That black was white, that day was night,
That dark was light, that wrong was right,
That Sumner vas Demosthenss revived,
And truth and right aldne with us survived,
But then that Brooks! that Brooks! that Southern
Brooks!
With his light cane broke down our hopes,
Destroyed our plot and bruised our Summers head.
Why in thunder didn't Sumner fghs'
Dread Brooks is tall and strong But our Sumner
| Is taller, stouter, and knows how to box.
Why didn't he seize the inksand! Fill Brooks
Eyes with ink, and with his Senatorial chair
Bes,ow on him Cyclopian knocks!
| Was our Sumner scared, that in the
| August Senate Chamber he should sprawl,
And tamely groan and squeul and bawl!
All, that Brooks that Brooks! that Southern Brooks
Vote TO eIpel him They'll not do it! And
| If they do, he'll not care. Censurs him
| All wise men know that censure undeserv'd,
| Harms not him on whom it falls; but
With treble force recoils on those who give it.
Cen,ure on Brooks and Kett, true TO themselves
Their country, and her cause, will fall as lightly,
As nestlings down upon warriors steel.
No III to The House and there I'll speak
| My wrath, my hate, on dread Brooks I'll wreak,
And if he calls me out there's Bladenbursh,
The usual plaee-but sixteen miles array
We can ride there in three hours-any day.
| No! Irather ,hink I'll not 60 there: But I'll
Appoint to meet hm-at Se-bas.to.pol!
| Or near the ca,aracl's deaiening sound,
Niagara, of Canada on Great Brtain's ground,
| IT'S only seven hundred miles away,
True! Gorsuch, a Southern man, was foully slain
| BY wolfsh Abolition pack If Brooks
Goes there, twill be course he'll run,
| Through seven hundred miles OF abolition mob,!
| But III to Dron.dary, Of Ohio, and I'll say,
As the tru,ty camel doth his rider bear
| Der the desert plains of Araby.
So I'll be borne throughout this quarrel,
BY thee my much lov'd Dromedary!!!
And then on Dromedary, tuneful name!
Towards Niagara!!!
Or Se-bas.topol!!!
! I'll trot 10 dazzling, binding :ame,
And when-no bloody fght-tnkes place, we can tell
At least how went through " the motions we'll.
Yes! I'll to the House and there I'll speak
My wrath my hate on dread Brooks I'll wreak.
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