Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1860-10-03

etThe following excellent imitation Of por-
ton Of Butler immortal Poem entitled "Hu-
dibras," is the production of a young lady in
this place. 1t is of course intended as a hit At
the public displays of all political parties at the
present time; which doubtless appear ridiculots
and absurd to disinterested locker on, although
highly important and exciting tothe actors and
parties interested. -. .-i
WIitea for the Democrat and Sentinel
The knight and Squire.
r'Sir Hudibras" his passing worth,
The manner how he sailed forth;
His arms and equipage are shown;
His mules ste IN virtue and his own"
His docile Squire, full six feet high,
when this small Budibras is nigh)
Rode Just rod behind, not near,
His pockets full Of lager beer,
In bottles, holding, Whist instead
OF brains, Sir knight must ill his head.
His squire must take drink or so,
To keep his courage up you know;
And if has courage should go down
Sir Hudibras of great renown
OF lager might too freely Sup
Forget to "scare the meetings up.
Forget his mission, and his speech,
He wished Sir Douglas ears TO reach,
Forget his elo quence and wit,
And how upon his mule to sit,
Might lean as he is wont 10 do,
Might halt between opinions two,
And his well known (we're not in fur)
His crazy brain can scarce have one,
'Twere well his squire to ride behind,
Receiving in his simple mind,
How he the honors too might share.
At least one withered laurel wear;
Thinks he, if l can get the Knight,
But just very little tight,
In midst of speech he may break down;
80 Hudibras of great renown,
I'd cry, folks hoist him to the air,
CThank Heaven he's gone, I've got the chair,
And though my eloquence is small
'Tis better far than none at all,
Besides the men TO which We CO.
Are the dumbe st Douglas men know,
o, sure our fame viii be to spread,
And when we're numbered with the dead.
The marble slab shall proudly rise,
Upon it traoed--here Ralpho lies.
His thousand virtues none can tell,
f''Tis sure that he could write and spell,'
Could drum up meetings in the wood,
And ever firm for Douglas stood,
He rode stout cream coloreo mule,
Himself for Hudibras tool,
But low poor fellow be is dead,
At last here lies his empty head
Heaven rest his soul, ('twas very small,
And won't require much room at alp
Oh, all but now the spell was broke,
And thus aloud the knight out spoke,
o, Squire, propitious smiles the sky,
please pass the lager, am dry,)
The wind, the pine trees moaning through,
The frost Kings touch of varied hue,
The dying flowers seam thus to say,
Both knight and squire must pass away
But twas not thus 1 meant to speak,
To pale my squire's blushing cheek,
But this it was meant to say,
How much's the whiskey and what's TO pay7
Have you dime2 Ire ''nary red,''
To buy at noon some cheese and bread.
Despair was in the mules loud snort,
While Ralpho answered leash is short,''
The mIles for them we too must pay,
almost wish we'd rode on gray,
The oolors fancy Ralph you know
May cost him dear; twill be blow,
If fails our music TO come on
If pine the boys when we are gone.
Our wagon squire should just six feet,
Behind us rattle through the street;
Our fiiers blow a merry lay,
And all look dignified, yet gay,
How looks my mule, how sits my coat,
Ny ''collar," does it fit my throat,
My coat tail flaps lie just So
To give good effect you know,
Hic, Nager Ralph) It's true they say,
'Each gentleman must have his day.
And ours has come heIe let US stop,
And speak to night in yonder shop,
Or meath the pines, or anywhere
To say we've spoken, for fear,
To ourselves do honor sure must we,
Or else devoid of honor be,
Talent and will. and larning all,
We have, I'm sure, but men so small,
As we, are often shufled by,
Simply because we not high,
But courage squire, why droops your head,
We've brains and lager beer instead,
or length, and soon shall We
The greatest of all great men be,
Here hitch your mule. for fame wen try,
In this lone spot, win her or die.