The weekly Arizona miner., 1871-04-22
The> aginer.
JOHN BULL AND HIS SON SAM.
A CHIP OF THE OLD BLOCK.

CHIP OF THE OLD BLOCH
 Being ss like as rain to water,
 Or devil to his dam Said old John Bull to his son sam You are my oldest lad, And proud am to see you, sam, Take pattern from your dad. Now do nt begin to frown Sam, Like many another youth, Or grumble at your dad Sim, For telling you the truth. You know as we'll as I, Sam, We both love power and pelt; But when you leit your dad, Sam, Aud set up for yourself, You had a fine spun theory, sam, To justify your way; But IL what you said was true, sam You swear a lie today. First take your Declaration sam You treat the whole with scorn, Except where it declares, sam, All meu are equal born. And that you swore lie, sam, For eighty years at least, Made slaves of your black equal, Sam, And sold him like beast. recollect the time sam, When you were wont to call Your dad an Abolitonist, And cursed at Exeter Hall. But, when in sixty-one, Sam, You got into fix, You did as your old dad did, Sam, h eighteen thirty-six Both of us freed our slaves, Sam, But In a different way; Yours to spite your Southern friend, While freed mine for pay Again, l well remember, sam, When you were very young, You swore secession right, sam, And swore il was wrong. But when the thing come home, Sam. How soon you swore it bad, And did the very thing sam, For which you blamed your dad. There is another thing. Sam, At which often smiled, That was, to hear you howl, sam, IT rebel you were styled. It might have hurt your feelings, Sam, l candidly must say; But now you love the word so we'll You use 1t every day. OU nave heard you swear, S9m Taxation was a curse, And that a national debt was monster ten times worse. am not going to say, Sam,
 You did not tell the truth; But how is 1t today, Sam,
 You glory in them both? Town that in the franchise, Sam, You are ahead of me; Of course, where soldiers guard the polls, Elections must bs free. have not got to that, Sam,
 Nor can I tell, as yet, How the trorr men you have, Sam, The best positions get. But now a word or two, Sam,
 Concerning all the clamor That you are daily making, sam, About the Alabama. Now, tell the truth for once Sam, Though it should make you sick How many times have yon, Sam,
 Been guilty of the tricky do not say It 's wrong, Sam,
 Nor blame you for the act But Cuba and Brazil. Sam,
 Corroborate the fact. h fact, I want to know, Sam,
 Did ever you deny To sell 10 any one, Sam,
 Who had the cash to buy. From promises 10 pay, Sam,
 Coal oil and penny dips, To wooden hams and nutmegs.
 Clocks, cannon, shoe-pegs, ships! And has there a rebellion, Sam,
 These fifty years been known, fou have not praised and aided, Sam, E1cept n tcGs your otcni You say took advantage, sam
 However that may be- Did you ever fail, Sam,
 To do the same with me? From the very day you left me, Sam,
 Wheueer my hands were full, Ton never failed to cry, sam,
 Nop dotoa pith Johnny Bull! But very we'll know, Sam,
 You have bragging way, And have to please the roughs, Sam,
 Before election day. We both might live ln peace, Sam,
 And better our conditions, If both of us would hang, Sam,
 The brawling politicians. Both have done some wrong, Sam,
 And both should have redress; But let us look at home Sam,
 And talk q httie iess! THE FIRST WHITE BoY.-The San Jo, quin ReptNicdn of March 23d, says: The great register of this county bears the nan of George McKenny, who was born In San Fra, cisco on the 9th Of October, iS49 McKenny certainly the first white boy born in San Fra cisco and probably the frst Tpl lorn i'm CaIifn