The national Republican. [volume] (Washington City [D.C.]) 1866-1870, 1866-04-26
(From the Evening Postl
JoTHAM TwITTER's sEPLY To no.
SEA BIGLOw.


JOTHAM TwITTER's sEPLY TO no.
SEA mellow.
[Extrack from Mr. Hosea Bgiows Poem In the
"Atlantik MHnthh" on Rekonstrukshun.
speakin Of the South, Mister Biglow says:
"Ei for dependn on their oaihs an thet,
,Twunt bind m more'n the ribbln rom my het;
Thst pints il siicE eI weathsrcOeks do bsrnsi
once on a time the wOlvs. had esrting right.
Inside the fold they used g sleep ,hsI Sishs'
Their turns ct watehin', reg Tar ca book;
Their love o. mutton beat their love o'shssp,
TIL gradilly the shepherds come to soc
Things warn Z agoin' 81 thsy'd ough, obei
Along n the wolves az urge EN- 70 e straight;
Nor prssehln' ala n COW 'sm, aut to speak on;
Fin ~ they swore tibet they'd go ont an stay,
Then dogs an shepherds, after much hard dammln',
Turned to an give EN- tormented lammin',
An, sea, Ys shan ~ 50 out. the murr.,a rOtye
But then the question come, How live together
,Thout losin' sleep, nor nary yew nor weth.r'
TSst sSssrsd their cousins az .b,srsd The sheep
They ser, BE gin 'rous, Let 'em swear rightin,
Js. is EN- Phi on sheep skins whilst hey re svssrin
TO ask for more 'ould b. beg nd all bearin'.
TSs,s the best U pfssties, ser sSspbsTs sf.yi
Ez for their oAths, they wun ~ be with button,
tn ain ( but one solid way, howe or you puIIiei
TIL they re eonvartsd, let EN- wear muIlle.' I"
Dear Mister BisIov, mabby your all right,
But sumhowt doesn't seem to suit ne quite;
Your nation Argument smells rather strong,
And don z liEs strong mutton, right or wrong.
P'rap. sOutherners g wolves, as your great poem
But Of they be sieh, 'twon't do marry good,
For "muITn - wolves don Y make em hate their food
VIII hud they a sumbow like TO eat you too
Fact IL, these ERE restrictions stirs their bile
Nights well try to put out Ore with ile
HA chap hates you, II won't change his mind
To git arope and tie his hands behind
Praps nothin' will but Of there's eny cure,
It's human kindness, that 1 m ssrtin sure.
When boys bad, IL ginr lily makes him wus
To try the prison di.phn on the Gus;
Jest turn him OF aud send him to the bad,
Or else use morril swashun with the lad
Least ways when once yO9'yo licked him, no will
That your his master and yer mean to be;
AFTER he's down, II faint use to lick,
Jest leave him be, an he'll git awful sick
He'll be S rsHta TG% ii h =. &.'d bust,
faint nothln but the pison wurkn out,
Which kind o. makes the sore to swell and pout;
That come TO think on nights well agree,
And take things as they is 3 longs donf pay.
Folks aint seh fools . to alters go way,
The south 4 dad the North dou't want thing
Dat o. the darkness SIGH food o. light
T Isa nobody u know there = ever bin sghti
But they II die out o. fever or the rot.
Tsint yourn, nor mine, aor no mao single powers,
But the hull people rules this land Of ours;
"whAt God has JInsd let no man put Gsunder.I'
And no man can't do nuthin o. the kind,
So don't let fear o. that rils up yer mind.
Jest trust EN- don't be scared, they ain all fules
And good and bad ha' got q obey the rules.
81 was plannin' for TO rob till,
And master lodtctsd me, would rob It still;
Bat ef he said, "JOtham' = u man trust,
Here, take the keys''-st ia steal then L m Gust
That airs my theory howHoere you mix It,
And that's the way the people II h We to FIX It,
know h's risky, but so all things risky
Aud nater's like horse that young and risky:
Keep him tied down, as you d tie down the south,
And put a Pesky gag inter his mouth
An take my word for t. i'm come to pass
You We made yer horse a stubbin' logged as.
NY idee Is ter love 'em-not ter lOathe EN-;
Then they III love us, d yer seer
You're treuly, JorHAM
NEW YORK, April, 1866.