Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1861-03-05
MISCELLANEOUS READING.


OF very small renown,
A railing Abolitioner,
Of little Springfield town.
Abe Lincoln's party said to him,
Now railing We have been,
These many tedious years, and We
No power yet have seen.
November brings election day.
And we will then not fail
To meet the other parties ell,
And ride them on Q rail.
Pals, Seward, Greeley, Sumner. Hale,
And others, two or thno,
Will fill the stage; so you must come
All Wade-ing after We.
Old Abe replied, I do sdmls
Of party posts but one,
And you at that my "Whits House" dear,
Therefore it shall be done.
I am politician bold,
As pat the world doth know,
And my good friend, "the Wisard" there,
For my support will 80.
November came, the stage was filed,
And yet twas not allowd
That Abe should come, lest Abrams face
Should fright away the crowd.
Abe Lincoln therefore etaid 1T home;
While Wizard Seward did win
Two million souls, and sll agog
To get Abe Lincoln in.
In came the votes up went the poll.
Were nt yer folks so glad:
The couutry's pillars loud did creaS,
For all the North Was mad.
Old Abram. at his Springfield hons,
Staid waiting for the VS.:
The while, his party licked their chops,
AT smell of public st.~s.
Of Abrams spree, scarce we'll was hs,
When painting for the game,
For ey'ry Office naH could claim,
Ten thousand claimants came.
Thev came of ev'ry grade and shape,
High, low, and ragged "feller,"
For ev'ry place, firm chair Of State
To toting Abes "umbreller."
Abe heard and talked: and what to say,
Although it tried him sore,
What not to say, full soon he found.
Did trouble him much more
Poor Ahram could not suit each one
Exactly to his mind,
And when Abe thought they all had come,
Cume thousands yet behind.
I'll start, quoth be. and quickly Zee
Away from this digorder,
And when get iu my Waite House,"
I'll hear no more, I'll order.
Now see him started, fairly Of,
All in special train,
While slowly moving through the towns,
His bottles did he drain.
This fired Abe, what with the cheers
OF fatt'riug rabble rout,
And foolish speech, and maudlin kiss,
Abe freely tossed about.
At length one day. while on his way,
In triumph he progressed,
There cune man, full hard he ran,
His breathing sere distressed.
plot! be cried, direful plot!
A murd'rous plot, in soothI
Abe and his friends, all badly scared,
Believed it very truth.
A plot they yelled, what kind Of plotl
And then with close attention,
Beneath each seat and cushientsoug
For deylllSh lDYentlon.
The man replied, (and faith, he lied,
plot will unfold,
Will make your very hearts to quake,
Though bo they ne'er 80 bold.
The special train $ to be upset,
And if you scape the fall,
Armed men will rush from brake and bush,
And murder one and all.
Abe's friends aghast at plot 80 vast,
Their puzzled heads did scratch,
That they, to match this horrid plot,
Some aounter-plot might hatch.
The plan they found complete did sound,
Twas "Run! Abe Lincoln, run
For running was stratsgem
Of great Napole-un.
Away went Abram, neck or nouSht,
All in the midnight dark,
That no ferocious murderer
That fearful race might mark.
Away went Kbram, fast he fsw,
As fast as steam could 60;
At dead of night, he slyly passed
Through dreadful Baltimo;-
And still disguised from human eyes,
just ere tno TlSe ol Suuy
Poor Abe did stay his darksoms way
In lucklesa Washington.
And now at last, as he drew near,
Twas wonderful to view
That men were waiting, as thong b they
The whole affair fore knew.
For rs Abe came, all bowling down
His Scotch capp'd head full low,
That he might dodge Grimalkin's corpse,
Or brick enviouS blow.
Two henchmon dear were standing near,
Their painting lord to greet,
And soothe poor honest Abrams fright,
With consolation sweet
Much Abe rejoiced, to safely reach
The last end Of his way;
And fondly thought, poor foolish Abe!
"Well, four years here I'll stay
Abe, human hopes are sandy ropes,
As you full soon will fnd,
Unless you bring your party dear
Unto better mind.
And we'll I wesn, it will be seen,
Unless that's quickly done,
That on that road you darkly came,
Full darkly back you'll run.
Aye, dark twill be, as Abe will see,
Though day and night he run,
With might and main, by any train.
And run from sun to sun.
And spree may he, if 80 be,
That in that little town,
Where he to run this race rose up,
He may again sit down.
Then let us say, make haste the dayI
And Abram, make haste he!
And when old Abe shall run that race,
May be there to see REBEL.
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