Squatter sovereign., 1856-08-26
SHORT PATENT sERkoNs.
A MoRALIZING DISCOURSE.
, Z D o w, II


odishquagume.
BRoTHERs-Eai. min de nah dush was
sahwud guhuh aindahnuk ke yauu Ike you
ninemooshai wee hoo-wah hoo! Beg par
don, my hearers, imagined myself
preaching to an Indian audience. Don't
be scared-I shall deliver white dis
course from eopper-colored text but I
fear you will find the threads of it most
amazingly tangled up Pa bo il aun'
treats of grass, and, consequently, of all
that lives and moves and has being upon
earth; for 'all flesh is grass according to
the Kickapoo Koran; and all grass must
either be mown down in lis greenness or
lefi to wither upon the sod that gave it
birth. You are nothing but grass, my
friends. Many Of you are verdant and
hourishing, while others are fading and
willing beyond redemption. Some of the
young blades, that see before me, are SO
green it would be dangerous for them to
venture among cattle; and numbers Of the
feminine clover heads that adorn my au.
dience. are so blooming and lovely it re.
quires a high fence of virtue to protect
them. ia indendindum yah'-look ovei
the fields of the past, and see what sad
mowings has been done among the grass o.
humanity! Behold how scientifically
Death swung his sythe upon the plains Of
Abraham, at Waterloo, Thermopyle
Marathon, Monmouth, Bunker Hill. and
Chepatchet! What a waste of fodder fol
memory to mourn over! See. too, how the
pestilence, like dread Simeon, has swep;
over the meadows of mortality, and with
cred for ever whole acres Of some of the
best and tallest grass ever cultivated by the
hand of time. You are green aad thriv-
ing to-day, my brethren, but Tomorrow
| 'kussusseqununa weetepumTne down
gees the grass, and there lies the hay!
My friends-'Ne be nau be koning'-
not few of you are as wise as owls and
as honest as oxen, for be 1t known that
laziness is the true test of wisdom and
honesty. Fools and knaves are the only
ones who are constantly active: The fool
busies himself in catching fis, and the
knave knows no rest, neither for his soul
nor the bottom of his breeches. But, with
all your wisdom. you don't know enough to
keep from meddling with edged tools, or
from running into the fire. In your stroll
ings through life. you don't know enough
to follow the smooth and pleasant walks of
virtue; but yeu run on the track-get be.
wildered- inquire the way to heaven. and
then take the road to hell. With all your
wisdom. you can't appear respectable be-
fore the Great Spirit unless your hearts
are ornamented with the 'ningee egoben'
the white wampum Of truth. Iregret to
say, however, that this article is consid-
cred out of fashion, very scarce, and in
little demand. Falsehood is thought to be
susceptible Of better polish and much
more useful; but it is all mistake, and
you will probably find ii out when it is too
late to profit by the discovery. Truth was
once beautiful damse2. the daughter OF
Love and Purity, and clothed with lowell
ness; but she has been 50 roughly handled
of late that she is shy in her approaches,
and looks as shobby as an old setting hen.
She had scarce made entrance into the
world when she was ill-treated and neg
iected. and obligen to stand little back
for self-protection. Where. my friends,
was Truth when the Lord questioned Cain
concerning the whereabeut Of his brother
Abelz Where was Truth when Samson
told his wife that all his strength lay in the
bottom of his bcots7 Where was Truth
when Peter wouldn't own up. honor-brighti
Where was Truth when Santa Anna
promised Col. Tanning not to shoot, bu
did shoot where was Truth during
the last presidential campaigna She wa.
in her own native heayen-sitting in he
own chimney-corner, picking her teetl
with the poker. Where then, too, wa.
Pairiotisms In the. empty pocket of Cor
ruptior. And where was Philanthropy
nowhere In particular, rocking a sicl
niger baby in the cradle of liberty2 AND
where. now, are Truth, Justice and Mer
lcy2-planting potatoes in partnership, il
some other soil than this. Alas!L.nia
aungwas agushing how our beautifn
hunting grounds of hope are made waste
by the fires of sin and avarice.
/ My hearersI say unto you. sWab
lmegWissum meme mooshain We odishqua