Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1862-10-28

Editor Of the Spy:-I was led, by your
the Spy of last Friday, to look into a choice
old copy of that work, where, to my amaze
ment, l discovered the following lines. Their
appropriateness to the present time, with some
internal evidences of their modern date leads
me to believe that they have been in some way
surreptitiously inserted in the book; but if
they be indeed part of the original work,
they afford striking proof that your true poet
is always a seer Or prophet also, and that ''the
vision and the faculty divine" always go hand
in hand. Yours, PLEB.
THE HUNKER's LAST APPEAL.
Dear peoples partyn-(how lOathc the name
Yet It's for me the only path to iame)
Dear party rather-peUpe we have none
No party even, that we dare to own;
Dear party or "no-partyn-what you choose
This tit occasion we must never lose
10 strike for hunkerdOm telling blow,
And try, albeit in vain, to lay Him low,
That head-ianatic that arch -fend, thar traitor
OF all creations woes the vile creator,
That hypocrite, that abolition Nero
mat mudslli, pauper, zany, niger, zero.
Ask you on whom these epithels are hurled!
Who is it has upSetthe bunker world,
Kept us from office shown the world our knaverv
And dares to doubt the christian grace of slavery?
Who caused the president to write the proclama-
ton!
Who started first the great confederate nation'
VINO instigated Floyd to steal our guns?
w no in the southern swamps destroys our sons?
Who back from Richmond holds our gallant troops?
VINO gives them mOnldy bread and horse-beet
soups?
Who makes their coats of satinet and shoddy?
Who took away our gallant sailors toddy?
Who caused the rise in pea nuts, wool. and cotton!
Who makes our apples and potatoes rotten?
VINO baniShed from Old England's shores our
And filed his head with Gas in place of brain!
VINO sneerS at our great champion-COunt Jo-
hannes?
That caitif mscreant, SUMNER the base man is
Aided perhaps by Phillipses and Beechers,
Greeleys and such like abolition preachers.
But SUMNER is the chief and direst Toe,
The fruitful cause of all our bunker woe;
on martyred Brooks, oh cliyalrous hero saint!
Why struck your patriot arm a blow so faint?
An! when you had the wretch beneath your blud-
gcOn,
Why did you not ''lay outn the vile curmudgeon?
How could you fail TO stick your southern knife in
him,
And thus let out that last poor drop of life in him!
On mad you made complete your glorious work.
And followed up the bludgeon with the dirk -
Oh then had Abbot, Gushing, even
Protaned the seat he still must occupy!
Down with the tyrant, yes, let him be hung;
And as for Andrew. lei his neck be wruue
Down with them! Fear no lack of office-seekers-
There's all our great array of brilliant speakers:
Speakers! there's not man i'll all our party,
That wont accept with gratitude most hearty,
The smallest, meanest, boniest Spare-rib
That moulders i'll the barren. public CRIB
This is the very bond of our existence,
The very essence OF our strong persistence,
That we by hook or crook, by lies and fiattery,
by all the ordnance OF our wicked battery,
May yanqush all the abolition rout
That from the folds of office keep us out;
Aid us, dear people, or our toll is vain,
Help us the slippery heights of power to gain
Take any OF us-any man of mark, or
lfyou insist, take me, your friend j. P.
A note to this extract reads as follows
"The j. p in the last line is supposed to
refer to Il person once connected with the
university at Cambridge, who died long ago
of a virulent attack of Sumner on the brain
supervening upon a long standing and obsti-
nate case of petr3action Of the heart"