The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1866-12-12
Missouri.
The special correspondent of the Ne
tropoItan Record gets off the following
on the result of the Missouri election:

on the result of the Missouri election:
ST. LOUIS, State of Misery, Indeed, }
Wednesday, November Z,
A. D. (Abolition Dynasty 6. }
CoCK-A-DooDLE-DOo-Oo-oo. Crow
Shanghai, crow till you "bust" yourself
Flap your black wings and scream fol
JOY, oh, proud bird of Radical Liberty
Soar aloft, oh, monstrous vulture OF
-free-niggerism, peck out the eyes OF the
sun, and shrek your devilish triumph
in the ears of darkened universe
Howl We discomfitted "rebels" Avaunt
pale ghost of a defunct Constitution
Cock-a-doodle-do Glory hallelu'
ierum! Rebellion overthrown! Trea'
son made odious. The devil to pay II
butchers meat and won't take anything
but "Copperheads'" gizzards! Down!
down, sad shades of Washington and
Jefferson! Shake not your CORY locks
at us. Gather up your soiled and rag,
ged robes, oh, down-trodden, outraged
Justice, Right and truth, and fly fol
refuge to the Feejee Islands or the Hot
tentots! Cock-a-doodle-doo! Free press
free speech, and free men! Equality
miscegination, black and tan, pumpkin
and milk triumphant! Victory, glori.
ous victory perches like a dung-hill
rooster on the banners of the women
prosecutors, Sisters of Charity imprlson.
ers, and priest murderers! Hip. mp
hurrah Yell, you cursed helliors, while
YOU can. You dance now; but you may
have a rough old fiddler to pay yet
Fizz, pop, bang, boom! Let off your
crackers, spin your whirligigs, IRE
your old muskets and cannon; but ah!
take care you don't have to burn pow
der vet, in a way that won't be so funny.
"Hip, hip, hurrahw There they so
again. Observation-Disclosures! 1t surely
must be the kingdom coming and the
year of iubilo! Three niggers in the
Legislature from Boston. "John Browns
body lies" &C.; but "his soul is march
ing on" Cut-throats, thieves, shoddy
and niggers at a premium. Loyalty on
the rampage. The world turned bottom
upwards. Bats and vampires burst
forth in songs, nightingales and linnets
gone to blood-sucking. Moles and
skunks soaring in the skies, and eagles
burrowing in the earth. Asses brandish-
ing lordly names, and lions dragging
garbage carts. Honest men crushed
till their very bones crack, and scoun-
drels made their rulers. Cock-a-doodle-
doc. See how we float. Here we 60
up, and here go down, down, DOWN, till
we knock the bottom ont of the lowest
deepest, basest depth of infamy. Mis-
souri, is freew And John Mcneil, one OF
the worst of men, except Ben. Butler, Is
the Sheriff of st. Louis county,! "Tell
it not in Gath; publish it not in the
streets of Askclon lest the uncircumcls'
ed rejoice; lest the daughter of the
Philistines be glad" Get out of youi
sackcloth, oh! ye heavens; put on your
darkest duds. Oh! Columbia, gem of the
ocean, why didn't you 60 to selling fish
for living-why didn't you take tc
peddling cabbages in the streets, rather
than become the vile strumpet you are
now' Alas! alas! bright daughter Of
the morning, how are you fallen. Why
didn't yon give up your ghostf Why
didn't you take strychnine or "a cup OF
cold pison" like Villikens' unhappy Di
nahi Why didn't you commit susancide
before you were disgraced, so disgracedj
Ben. Butler for next President of youl
whole domain; John Mcneil, now Sheriff
of one of your greatest cities! "How
long, o Lord, how longP Poor Missou
ri, what have You ever done, that yor
should have to bear all this fearful load
of shameY A Fletcher for Governor, {
Babcock for Legislator, Pile for Con
gresham, and Mcneil for Sheriff o.
your greatest county and greatest city