Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1866-03-24

He never knew what fear was.
"Why come We here, base hybrid crew p
He cried, "have ye no work 10 do
But tempt the wrath which all shall rue
That dare to change the Charter?
Each leaf out.peers priceless mine,
Mans glory lives in every line,
Its very letters star-liko shine
With pleudor never dying.
This legacy our Fathers gave,
Who sleep III honor's grandest grave;
And, by their Holy Dust, each knave
That dAres to patch, shall perish y
II words awohe their brutal ire
To fierce hel,igerent desire,
Aud stubborn Stevens spouted Fire ~
And Sumner screamed We uictis :"
Then pealed Puritanc yell,
Which rose not, but rolled d>wn to hell,
And stiGel hell with negro smell
More banefu than hell s brimstonc
Thicker than bees from swarming hives,
Flew RAIDS, yet feared to risk their lives,
And therefore charged with paper knives,
And fred with Resolutions.
In sooth, the leaders seemed to think
The Giant great must surely shrink
If they could shed the total stink
Long bottled in their bosoms
But by gun be held bis stand,
Looking the genius of command,
The Lighted linstock in hand
Whose fingers could not ialser.
The piece appeared too old for trust,
A cannon covered all with dust,
While near the breech, through coats Of
rust,
Were seen the letters "VETO.'
Ale dares not !" shouted Wilson wild;
"No-never!" bleated Afric child,
The quick recol would kill him.
Rit suddenly. cen as they spoke
Uarkl wha, is that2 thuader stroke
The Capitol is filled with smoke,
And day is drowned in darkness
Listen and hear that thunder roll,
Ger land aud sea to either pole,
Re-echoing in each patriot soul
The name Of Andy Johnson.
That sound shall swell! from age to age,
While priest and poet, saint aud sage,
viii say, when lawiess factions rage,
oh, for an Andy johnson
Freedom hath fred many gun
Upon her foes, but never a sun
Hath seen explode a bigger Que
Than Andy Johnson's "VETO.'
Return we now unto our tale.
Quickly there came western gale,
That blew aside the battles veil,
OF smoke and showed the issue.
AS all might see, she Giant stood
Erect, nn1 tranquil in his mood -
A tree that over topped the wood,
An A ps among The mountains.
His foes, alas, could not be found
Above, or underneath the ground,
Though search was made the country
In every sink and sewer.
They were not killed, that truth seems
plain,
They were but tongue sdns blood or brain,
And CAB By gun hath ne'er been slain
They merely stood abol lished.
The negro allies still persist
In dreaming that their friends exist,
Because they hear, through midnight mist,
A prat.e like their voices.
Bnt that is negro logic though
The Muse must own phantom show
DOH sometimes wander to and fro,
That cheats the negro's SENSES.
They say, land who believes it not
Ga summer days when suns are hot,
Poor sambo sees the waterins-pos
0! Philips, or its shadow.
And when dark Dinah t!ies to sin,
And tinds her head some hole within,
The Chaudler's ghost drinks oil the gin
Ere she can wet her whistle.
And all can hear yen mackerel cloud
Discourse on ethics long ard loud
That must ~ soft head Summers shroud,
Because the speech is Latin.
o, fear no more the Bully Brooks,
Nor Andy's P,gmy-ki.iing looks;
Thy fame il safe while Yankee books 4
Are conned by Congo lasses.
OF Stevens, not the iainlest word,
by man or mokey hath been heard;
lis strange -.he was a noisy bird
Ere Andy plucked bis plumage.
Alas for Greeley! though not dead,
The bse again huns in his head.
So &c resumes his Graham, bread
IN lieu Of free love diet.
But now the Muses. finger tugs
In pinching spite at both my iugs.
The sign to sing no more OF thugs
That Andy Johnson thro,,led.
/ cease; the pleased Pierians say
"On, son prolong your tunetul lay
Hsnceforth until the jadgmen,-lay,
So you but sing Of Audy!
'Rut il one name your fancy tire,,