The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-03-27

by OVerturn OF carrSageS.
By thieves and fires in London.
We know what risks all andsmen run
From noblemen to tailors.
Then Bill. let us thank Providence
That you and are Sailors
Tall Buncombe Speech by a
Missourian.
We think we nave heard If Gen
Riley of Missouri before. At all
events he made the richest speech in
the State Legislature, recently, that
we have seen since the Crockett and
Ben Hardin Almanacs went out of
fashion. 1t is below -
Mr.. Speaker aud Gentleman Of the
House Now, sir. there has been a
great deal of bombast here to-day -
call it bombast from Alpha to
Omega Ct don't understand the
meaning of the words, though. Sir,
the question to refer is a great and
magnificent question. 1t is the all
absorbing questionable sponge sir,
large unreasonable sponge of globe
shape, in small tnmbler of water-it
sucks up everything. Sir, / stand
here with the weapons | have desig-
mated, to defend the rights of St.
Louis county, the rights of any other
county-even the county Of Cedar it.
self Sir the debate has assum ed a
latitudinosity. We have had a little
black jack buncombe, little twobit
buncombe, bombast buncombe, bung
hole buncombe, and Old Nick and his
grandmother knows what other kind
of buncomb. Laughter.
Why, sir, just give of 'em a little
Southern soap, and a little Northern
water, and quicker than a hound pup
can lick skillet, they will make
enough bu ncombe-lather to wash the
golden focks that roams abroad the
azure meads of heaven. Cheers and
Laughter I allude to the starry
armament.
The Speaker The gentleman is
ont of order. He must confine him
self to the question.
Mr.. Riley. just retain your linen
if you please. I'll stick to the text
as close as pitch plaster to a pine
plank, or a lean pig to hot jam-rock.
Cries of ego on, you'll do"
I want to say to these carbonerifer-
Gus gentleman, these ignenous indi-
viduals, these decorating demonstra-
tors, these pereginecus volcanoes, come
on with your combustibles IF don't
well, III suck the gulf of Mexico
through goose quill. Laughter and
Applause. Perhaps YOU think | am
diminutiVe tubers and sparse in the
mundane elevation. You may disco
yer, gentleman, you are laboring I'M
der as great misrepresentation as tho
you had incinerated your inner vest
ment In the language of the noble
bard,
81 was not born in thicket,
To be scared by cricket '-[Applausel
Sir, we have lost our proper posi-
tion. Orr proper position is to the
zenith and nadir-our heads to the
one, our heels to the other, at right
angle with the horizon, spanned by
that azure arch of the lusterous frma-
ment, bright with the corruscations of
innumerable consultations, and proud
as speckled stud horse on county
court day. Cheers.
But how have the mighty fallen, /"
i'll the language of the poet Silver
smith We have lost our proper pc.
sition. We have assumed a sloshin-
dicular or chronological position
And what is the cause Echo an
swers buncombe, sir, buncombe. +"
The people have been fed on buncombe
while u lot Of spawned, ringboned,
hamstruDg, wind-galled, swyneysd,
splithoofed, distempered, polevilled,
pot beiied politicians have had their
noses in the public crib until there is
not enough fodder left to make gruel
for sick grasshopper Cheers and
Laughter.
Sir, these hungry brats keep tug
ging at the public pap. They say let
down your milk Suck, or yon'll split
bag Can they stuff buncombe
down our craw ? No, sir, you might
as well try to stuff butter in wildcat
with hot 'awl fContinued laughter
The thing can't be did. ao Rs
The public grindstone Is D great in
stitution, sir yes sir, great inatitu-
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