The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1856-06-11
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The Black Republican Paganini,
OR, THE MAN THAT PLAYED UPON THE HARP OF
SINGLE STRING.
In these modem days, preachers and poll
ticians, of certain stripe, have become as
thick together as pickpockets--in fact po-
litical meeting, composed Of the friends of
freedom, fusion and firsl-rale whiskey, is no
longer considered complete without liberal
sprinklng of the cloth, and it is seldom that
one is allowed 10 proceed TO business until
some sanctfied brother shall wall his eyes
heavenword and put up poilico-relgious
petition suited 10 the emergency of the case,
and as an offset TO healhenism and hypocrisy
which may Immediately follow. Preachers,
too, are sometimes found mingling pretty
freely in the discussions that take place at
these political assemblages and Otherwise
manifestng a zeal to pothouse matters
which goes to show that we live IN the age
of progress, such as it is. At THE recent Re-
publican State Convention, the cloth (minus
the sack) were present in goodly force; and
taking off ,l,eir Goals and rolling up their
sleeves, il is said that they pitched in with a
looseness known only to the shoulder-slrkers
and short boys of The Five Points, and by
their newborn zeal for free whiskey, in
abandoning The temperance plank, gained for
themselves high praise among the unannont.
ed outsiders sketch of the remarks made
by one of them hae been forwarded TO US for
publication. 1t is as follows:
My Breethering! We are.lold somewhere
1t needn't be particular where-that the
psalmisls of old could play upon harp of
thousand strings, ah-5ut, my breethering, in
these days of getting down stairs from grace
"a Samisl ant expected TO do more than
spread himself on single string, ah. There
fore, my breethring, ah, let US give ourselves
no uneasiness about the nine hundred and
nineiy-nine strings lha, we can't handle, ah,
but let us unite in playing upon the harp Of a
single string, spirits Of ch,ts men made black, ah
My Breeiher,ng! As we came stringng
along into this convention, like pack mules
crossing the lslhmus, thought 10 myself that
each one Of us might have siringof his own
TO pull and that may be many Of us might
have several strings 10 his bows, alb. hope
l hurt no mans feelings by this discourse,
ah. My motto always is 10 tell the truth and
shame the devil, ah--an institution of sin and
wickedness who is always roaming about
like roaring lion seeking where he can kill
somebody, ah. But, my breelhing, now that
politics and religion have got SO mixed up
that you can't tell one from the other, think
il would be good for US 10 let go all holds,
except the main one, and go our Billy best
upon harp of a single string, spirits of white
men made black, ah.
Ny Breethering! There are great many
kind OF strings in this world, ah. First there
is the latch string hung out, and the latch
string pulled in, ah. Then there is the fid-
die string-and a very wicked string it is,
my breelhering-ant the bag string, aud lhe
pudding string, which some pious souls con.
slider the proof of The pudding, ah! And
then there is string beans, and that audacious
varmint, Stringfellow, ah-but, my b:eeher-
ing, to return TO my discourse, let me i'm
press upon you the popularity of playing up
men made black, alb.
My Breethering! suppose you have all
heard of religious society called the Know
Noihings, ah. Well, my breetherine, al
| though say IT, who shouldn't, Eve LftgayS
been one of 'em-but, my hearers, ] cow
J feel to believe that that string won't do 10 tie,
ah-for it is liable 10 break in two in the mid
\ die and let us fall several ways for Sunday,
ah. No, my breethering, though Sam, at the
outset, gave promises of immortality and sal
vaton, vet in these latter days this "sons ol
The sires" he is seen 10 stray off far beyond
the travels OF The prodgal son, and If we
don't look out the falted calf will grow 10 be
bullock before he comes back again, ah
Therefore, my breetherng, let us take TO our
human bosoms the sweet-scented form oil
Sambo, that dark emblem Of political equal.
ty, ah-and let us play upon harp of a sim
| gle string, spirits of white men made black ,ah
My 3reetheing! We shouldn't be asham.
ed or afraid 10 own our color, ah. 1t is very
wicked thing indeed to turn up the human
snout at the work of nature, ah. Who cares
for color in dog fight? A rose by another
name would smell as sweet, ah. What, then
if we do fool the foreigners? What if we
do kiss the Niger babies, ah? The Esyp.
tian mummies, who have been mummied
| uoso tuoueduu ubu tlOu6 inc worse oil
the wiser now for anything tnat they did
while in the flesh, ah. 1t will be the same
with us, my breethering, in the lapse of a
/ few centuries, ah. When Gabriel shall blow
| his trumpet, ah--when the moon shall turn
TO blood, ah-when the sky shall be rolled
back as q scroll, and all naiur shall be done
up in rag, ah, then the kissing of few in
nocenl little niggers and the running away
OF few big buck ones, will come back to
our memories as sweet smelling SAVIOR
and give us lick forward towards Jordan, ahl
My Breethering! There is another string
which we have all been pulling at for 10
these many years, ah, but which, in lhe Ian.
guage OF one OF our grea, guns, we must now
"let slide," ah--I mean my breetherng, tha,
pious piece Of two-twist, called Temueranee
Liquor, my breethenug has color as we'll as
twang, ah. We must be consistent, ah. We
can't run n,ggers through OH the underground
railroad, unless We also say 10 liquor stIet i,
rum" alb. "Spirits OF white men made black
spirits Of liquor made tree"--ihem must be
cur sentiments, ah. We can't oppose the
laws OF government and aid the insurrection,
IN Kansas, unless we sci the example a
home OF splitting upon our Maine liquor law
ah. We must be consistent, ah. confess
that have been great Temperance man
and that have been pulling the temperance
string for 10 these many years, ah, goint
around like thief in the night and pryins
into the affairs of my neighbors, and every
now and then jerking them up with round