Saint Paul weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1858-1859, 1858-10-02

Important to a shrewd BgEECH CLoUT.
And now, the sachems of the tribes
Will let you in, to share their brides.
What ere our worth, what 'ere your talents rated
You'll do for them, they'll have you nominated.
And then begin to fix your props;
First see to all the whisky shops;
There's money in it, if you gain,
So hire them all, for the campaign.
Why need you care, what people say?
Make whisky free, the tribe will pay.
Get votes, make votes, by any means you can,
Vote carly, late, vote many times each man.
'The eau e" demands, and time quick flies,
SO multirly our great frarc hse.
Go hire all the livery,
Make eating, drinking, riding free.
The Pats will see how bg's your soul,
Then vote they will from poll to poll;
And slorying DER this country free,
They'll shout for "Boggs and Liberty !"
(ro make my ooserv ations true
just suppose, that Boggs is you.)
But now, dangerous track you steer,
'Twixt whisky ball and lager beer
Chavybdis here and Scya there,
The yawning gulf, the rocks quite bare,-
The gold planked down, or good bank check,
In all will save you from a wreck.
X
The dangers DER, and all is right,
Fritz goes for ''Pogss' with all his might.
Yet Fritz, in voting, counts but one;
For risks he does not like to run,
While Pat, brave boy, delights in trouble,
And nothing makes of voting dOuble
If Law should Pat attack with fury,
T.1l how f-; l.,
And then the courts will vindicate
His voting often, early, late.
BoGGS BEcoMETH BREEoH cLOUT LEADER.
This Boggs-who lately was accounted,
man who Just to naught amounted;
And as some eople boldly say,
From his old home did run away,
Because he did not like to feel,
Around his wrists, those cuffs of steel
(Though strange it seems, it is quite clear,
He goes his length for Steele out here)-
This Boggs, unknown until Of late,
Now feels himself man of State.
Call him 10 longer snadU pOtdtur,
For now he is, a Legislator!
maker he, of roads, counties laws;
And leader in the Breach-clout cause
lie 5 inside now, and therefore knows,
How ali the public money goes,
AMI as the Party pat hi Il there.
He is resolved to have his share
Nor cares he for your ieers and jbes,
So long as votes will bring him brides;
For, raised SO high, he has no sight
To see, without abunddnt 'LIGHT"
To BREEcH-cLoUTS owes he, his high place;
And he will not the tribe disgrace,
Or like man of low degree,
Become fool in honesty;
That would not do, that would not win,
Far better pays the Moccasin.
So Boggs has not The slightest notion
OF losing chances of promotion
By treason to that man of-price-
(The Moccasin is his device)
Who money takes slick and nice
From Uncle Sam, and gives slice
To trusty friends, with good advice
The Honorable II. NJ. R*
MoCCAsIN CHIEF HERE TALKETH "BTG INDIAN MRr'
''You see that we are knowing chaps,
And all around have set our traps
Who cares how loud you may cry out
Your "Injun," "Koccosin," .'Breech- clout ~
Trot out your nags, come all, pitch in
Our Injun nag is sure to win,
Make US out bad, aye worse and worse,
No matter, while own the course.
Just see the force we've in the town.
And like Cap. SCOTS freed coon, come dozen /!
We have a chaplain, Tor to prey,
ELECTED judge, the other day.
His new breech clout of shining sable,
Makes him look quite respectable.
We have the great "Ane, ican,"
For trav'Iing work, he's just our man,
sp. sc of him, you've often herd,
He is the man of Fuss and Beard
Republicans We have, a few,
Certain kinds of work to do,)
Whenever needed, good and true:
There's the ubiquitous Glenn Tonson,
Who wonders in this way has DONE
Old Democrats, poor scape- graces,
Have all to work true In our traces
Should they our right of ruling doubt.
Why, Wen pitch In, and pitch them out.
In times like these, we're shady, still.
For Office sake, not principle,
Twas proved byJ = = E. $50 W..s
The last to cur cause is foreign
And that the hope of all our tolls
Is ONLY VICTORY AND sPons!
cRoGGs LAMENTETH OVER THE DEGENERAcY OF po11r1.
CLANS.
There was time, even since the TONS early life
Ere politics became mean, ignoble strife,
Ere pestilent corruption DER the land had oroun
When fathers would their if men like these disowp
when honest Statesmen, sleeping now in honore
graves,