New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1872-07-28
A DOGGEREL FOR A DOGGEREL.
Dedicated to the Author of the Rhyme il
the Picayune of July 20.
BY ONE WHO KNOWS HIM.

BY ONE WHO KNOWS HIN.
Ny mistress was lady, and everybody knows it,
And all my friends knew of our loves and strongly
did oppose it.
1 was brought up in a grOggery, until went to
school,
Where learned to cheat, to lie and loaf, and
simper like fool;
I wrote her sloppy letters we planned and did
agree,
And some time after prime of life I took this
pretty she.
loved her young, though old myself and very full
of passion;
] love her still, in another way and in another
fashion.
Times change with age, you bet that's So and Pm
the man to know it;
l turned her off when she'd run down, and could
no longer gOit.
Just in the noon of life, those glorious days
When the mind ripens, ere the form decays"
That's what she was, not what she is, o mol
The change came with the clIildren-sO we go;
The prudish Stunned me- and the virtuous hate,
But what care II More loves do lie in wait.
I've made my pile, for cotton stuck to me;
went within the rebel lines to see;
came, conquered, too, a lot of bales,
sold it, few were there at the sales.
For noble search before went away;
got a coat, twas either blue or gray;
And passes had either side to treat;
My money paved the way for this great cheat,
Chiseled both sides-mOsG heroic feat.
The brokers too, whose hearts are in their go d,
Whose cash by me had both been bought and sold
rather thnk-I know that I'm "a gem
OF purest ray seTene"-I chiseled them.
Now, when my paper goes upon the street,
Not one will touch it, and they call me beat
That cotton scrape-come, let's go back to that:
The hundred thousand dolls came in so pat
To size plethOric sweIled my bank account;
To this large my gains they did amount.
The papers, when my case erst was heard,
Set up a howl about my broken wOrdi
But money bre't them to sustain my cause,
OF cheating and defiance of the laws.
But now ind ungrateful men complain,
My moneys sunk and all appeals are VAIN.
The military who sustaiBed me first,
OF all my euemIes are now the worst.
What do care when love doth light the way
And Brigham Young still holds ansirOn sway
When lovely women still are sweet and coy,
Aud children drugs and medicines destroy.
For designations do daily ask,
And in fair beaUty's sunshine always hask;
Then when effects of love around me lower
Come forth abortion and assert your power,
Ny mistress, too, no matter what's her name,
Hath oft denounced my character and fam e.
Cal ed me dishonest, treacherous, untrue
To every man with whom I've had to do.
Thrown of by deceacy now pretend
The greater sorrow and my life to mend,
But that's all bosh, come now just clear the way,
Beauty and cotton booty gives me pay.
Yes, still live, some one said that before;
Long as love lasts I'm greedy for its lore.
The alphabet I've cOnned, and fully know it,
On many a hint do grin and show IT.
1t gives me power to defy the laws
Bnjoy my rights, and win my loves applause.
POET
Thou scurvY wretch, come now, your arts forbear
And fer hereafter cleanse and pray prepare
Assail the Governor with such vile arts as these
Pander and fawn the populace to please
The ladders there, bat you will never climb
Through knavsh arts of lust and guile and crime