The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1866-02-22

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they ort to let Ole Ferjinny in, Mister
Arp, in considerashun Of the glorius me
merry,s of the past F.? Want it here whar
Washlntun was born-whar Lee fit, and
jackson dyed An want it here whar Mis-
ter Jeffyson writ the Dcclarashun of In
dcpcndens, sayin that everybody, white.
black and yellar, was born jis alike, an
hadcnt orient to have nothin to do with
noboddy else, and went off to hisself and
lived In mountin.scller An then, again.
want 1t here whar Captain Smith fit for the
same principle, and nocked powyton down
with hickry stick, and was goin to stomp
his gizzud out when she iniun named
Poky Huntus run up and squaled out
aaano dPPyaaAanoo tacco, Mister Smith
which bein Interpreted means, Don't
knock pa, Mr.. Smith"
say, Mister Arp, don't you think they
mite let us all in, in considerashun of these
glorious memcrry's, and the wether gettin
cole ! Spose we hav had little family
fuss, hasent our big sister of the North
pulled our har tel We was rcddy to char
monize Z, Harmony ar gret thing in a
family. l amt in faver of no more fitin.
| amt in faver Of no nockin system.
Speshily l amt in favor of nobody nockin
me; cause if they do, sumboddy mout git
hurt, / won't say who.
vel, Mr. Arp, We are goin to have n
biz spckin to day in these parts. The bu.
ros goln to tork to the niggers-goin to
xplanc tredum to 'em, sposc Now,
what's the use Of torkin about niggcr fire
dunn! | wants to kno whar's the tredum
of the press? In the name of Mister
f'rankling, what printed the first newspa.
per In Ameriky. | axes the solum quest
shun, "whar's the fredum of the press ?'
Echo answers, "whar 7" But, in the
lnngwdge of the immortal bard, an
swers,
Gone gimmerin thru the distansc
Like an ole hars tale
With fprt5 hongry dorgs behine
\ yellin on her trale"
Mister Arp, I'm emfaticaly for the fre-
dun OF the press abov all uther freedum
Sposc n man gifts mad and wants to cuss,
how's he in to Go it if he cant say what
he wants to !? Didn't our ( fathers saw
that the trcdum of the press was the be,
ginnin of liberty? Howsumever, | spose
we've past the besinnin, and maby go,
pretty nigh the cen. Erry timsour news
papers scz amy thing them radakils don t
like, they sets up thunderin big howl,
and calls us cole sccesh," VIII ch amt pritty.
They amt got no manners no how. Tork
to 'em Mister Arp, tork to EN-
But, Mister Arp, the questshun Gums up,
"Whar ar liberty" And abov all, what
ar cuIercd liberty! | wud like to expires.
my oplnyuns on these ere subjics bu; for
our unfortunitly passin that ar bcginnin
aforescd. Mister Grely seq It's nigscrs
vo;;n; but then heered Cezcr cxplainin
this ere very questshun luther day in these
ere wdrds: SJz'ec, "Brcthren, liberty ar
CRATE big hous--dar de digger set in n
big arm cheer by dc fer roastn taters. and
toastin his shns and drink | / drains cyry
day - And the congregashun sed, Amen
brn ider Cczcr" SO you see, Mister Arp,
bruddcrs Cezer and Grely don't egzactiv
agree on them pints. Sposc you tork to
EN-, Mister Arp. jcs 10 "harmunizo" EN-.
Everybody up here is for Mister John.
sing. As for me, I'm Jonsing all over, in
side and out, fron he'd to heels. fit at
Sewing Pines under Jonsing; | yusss
Johnsing's dicshunary; | hoorayed for
Jonsing when Mister Linkhorn was sassy
mated bys my hats for Jcnsing and Com.
pany; a man nam d Jonsing makes nv
Sandy sLuse; and when I'm merry-which
amt trekwent now adais-I sings this ere
ODE TO JouxsIx0
Mister Johnsing is the man for us.
Whoopee whoopee!
Don't he make them radicles cuss.
Whoopec fddIedce!
Hcer ole llorris Grcly rorc,
Whoopee whoopee
Rip. an snort, an snap. an snore.
Whoopee fddledec!
They say he's got the belly AXE.
Whoopec whoopec
lie cant digest our Jonsing cake.
Whoopce fddledec,
To Mister Jonsing, then, I'll sing.
Whoopee whoopce
And make the woods aroun me ring.
WhooPee fddledee.
Corn hang them ar nigger.votin' bobby.
lishuners, speck the mex thing they'u
want TO stop us from singing, an make us
Hang our 'Arp on willer tree"
They don't 90 nothin bout 'arpin. cent
It's on the eternal niger, and then tbev