New Orleans Republican., 1875-10-03

mighty hour!
They have reached the Fusion quarters,
And MARI swells to extolt ss
Shrill salute
And appeal
From his lutte
As may make those within
To feel
The peril of their sin
While Booth SLOWLY aud sadly pounds
Upon his drum at them,
And hammers out the doieful sounds
of an awIul =, qu em.
Oh, conservative aud Liberal
Porswear that OBJ .olete cabal
Oh, RefOrmer and Fusonist,
While tis time, good brethren. list
See what yt re al-coms out of that,
And ew. ar the oath of Democrat.
But if you are stubborn
Aud pus the cold Stub on
All that We urge
oull hear the sad music that will make all of you
sick,
For will bang sombre d rge
And Mari will pale
You with gale
OF wall
That'll beat the ssddest nightingale,
TIL you quail
IS If the devil were on Your trail.
And then you'll! be said
To be very dead:
OH sorry tale!
SO don't snuh.
kub-a dub. dup"
That's rather a thin dose"
Said those in he windows
OF the rooms of the commit ae;
And + Beth thinks We will quit, he
Don't quite mt asure our gri he
May rave unit IL he has split; he
kxcites our heartiest pity.
His tub-a-dubs, dubs
Will sut ward clubs,
That are hard up for amusement,
And never yet drew
Conclusions rrIe,
Before oil what goose meant"
But deepita Booths look of awe
And banging horrd
And all the wind i'll Mars little nav
Az he piped
And wipid
His iorid little foreb
The committee men claffed
The more
And irrevere tly laughed
With louder roari
Said Booth to Mari as of they walked,
II rather apprehend VT re baked,
And that recruiting
By drumming ana t1uting,
The air with anthens rare salutng
Is a sorry way OF constitutiDg
The party hat we have been computing
And that in our neaI convention
Our content
May fom-nt
To sad contention.
If We eet at all
We haven't so much authority
lfa teuced big nv iority
Wont the Fusion crew shun
You to blow to pound,
While with laughter they abound
And our flo t. all confound
As they nestle still in FusioLf
BY the gods above!
Aud spec4 ly J,ve-
See those Radicals grin
As if they saw in
This our great experiment.
Something that mgnt
Zen in tht m exc t,
No IN abstantisl merrlment.
The impatient rHscais wat
In the hope that their toes may operate
End perhap,
The Fusion chaps
Think this hour
That our noble sch' me Is mere toss
For power
By bolteIs and conspirat0rs."
~ begin to doubt If we get a member
For our convention in November,
Except ourselves for nobody helps
md here are Old Wings both Ma ks and Phelps,
And such Abe ais too, as kniglty Peua
And Iii tie Leouard-terrible men-
All agai' st U.s. they certainly DO ill,
And leave US IN the worst OF mdzeS,
And detected,
Since in way uncommonly cruel,
They the cold water plash on the tuei
We have collected
To raise tine veIitable blazesl
Bob, can you sweat
For declare
That though to swear I'm rather 10th
As q c, ,mmOn practice,
The honest fact is
d ilko 10 DOIroW your toughest oatn.'
Mari scratched his head
And coyly said
ITO swear never tried to learn,
But will not shrink,
Here on the brink;
Of peril to loan yOa a solemn derGi'
With a stern disgust,
The great Booth hIust
Him off and yelled Mari you re a sham
That's not the hairpn that am
Wha the crisis
Jus ities is
hoarse, securing, scorchipg damn -
Then for space
Marr q pallid iace
Oug ght an um brella as II he were under storm,
For the curses flew,
And the air " ss blue,
flashed fire and rumbed rumble of thunder
storm.
There were curses old,
And new but Id,
And with spleen and menace CORY:
Nay, keotl's ready flow
Fully served to show
He'd au excellent repertory!
But storms will close,
Aud o sweet repose
Ensued his thrOes.
why" said be, should these ills offend,
And my bosom rend!
My drum, whereOn Pll sit and rest,
Proves vain fer our recruiting quest,
So can't deny it
ls best to apply 1T
To this Booths greatest end"
Thus disaster unkind
1nstructs q great mind,
Whatever the strife
Whose keen trials come DER him
And discipline life.
To keep some things before him,
And put others behind"
whene'er I've theme complex, con
Page after page of my lexicon
And then, It's my style of rhetoric,
Very ponderous words TO pick
And hurl them hard, like bats Of brick,
Thick and quick.
And now think its just the nick
OF time and polite
To try my trick.
I'll leap into the breach
And make q speech,
You to be mute,
Save on your sweet orchestral hute'
Some soothing toot
That may help me gobble q recruit,
Or still hOOt."
"well,n said Bob,
With sob,
''Tm growing rather tired Of blowing
Without start
At it's heart
Of anything like lasting th,ob,
B t while hnd
That have wind
I'll insure an overture"
The drum
ls dumb,
Bat the drummer bold
Next week will hold
public meeting
In greeting
OF all who'll no longer talter,
But at his altar
Will swing their hats,
And swear
Right there
They scorn the delusiOn
OF Fusion!
And mean to be Democr ats!
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