The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-01-15

| Who blows his horn in New Orleans?
| Sometimes his horn blows him.
| He's oft his feed, viz. pork and beans,
| But on his whisky cling.
IT'S not the horn that brave Rowland
At Roncevalles blew,
To call the monarch Charlemagne
To aid the brave and true.
"On Fontarabian echoes borne"
Its notes rang loud and high
The man who blew, knew when to blow
And ride and fight and die.
The other man can orly laugh
And ride and drink and fight.
But Pom my soul, oh Chief OF Staff
He nee learned how to write.
You should not trust him with pen
Ur let him see the papers
The Boss will hold you sponsible
For oil his airy capers.
They overweighted little Phil
With powers, they called cirH
And the old adage fills the bill,
He's ridden to the devil.
And here Vampa paused to apologize for
what he called little handicap loyalty, in the
last verse which follows, or as Beppo said
went Gilpin, meaning that the verse had
run off with the writer, or the writer had run
out Of verses: =-..
And now III sing long live the King
And Philip long live he;
And when he next gets on q swing
May be there to see. wish
signed, LUIGI VAMPA,
called the Bloodsucker.
At the conclusion Of this effort, dead
silence fell upon the assembly; all eyes were
turned upon the leader, who, rising slowly
until his towering form reachedits full height,
and his glorious head had almost shattered
the globes of the chandeliers, raised his navy
six, took deadly aim at Vampa, and with his
stern eyes fixed on him, said: "Luigi, I
love thee, but never more be officer Of mine.
Treat all hands; your credit is still good with
the Verger; bring me the head of the reporter
of the Chicago Inter- Ocean by lunch time to-
morrow, and I may restore you your rank.
Who next"
Matteo Falconi, called by people Of the
Malaprop persuasion, the Hurrycanean Tiger,
arose and said he had no regular report to
make; the boys were still firing crackers and
dime pistols on the streets, owing more to
falling market in that kind of arms and am
munition than in defiance Of the police; they
were ordered to stop it, but are Indifferent,
saying boys will be boys; and they have got
50 used to firing of all kinds, that they rather
like tit keeps them awake on their beats. /
interviewed the bsr-keeper at. the st. Charles;
he reports nothing new, same old drunk car
ried forward, amount brought over. and his
tory repeating itself; unlimited sack; bread
stuffs of all kinds dull, as the old song says
and Phil sings
81 do not eat but little meat,
My stomach is not good:
But do think that can drink,
With him that wears hood"
The Nigf-Iwould suggest, as hooded friars
are out Of date as boon companions, that his
quondam friend, Parson Conway, be sent for
to keep him company, and if Phil don't see
snakes before he arrives, he will certainly
have that pleasure when he once more be-
holds the olesginous smirk of that cobra Of
the world renowned author of that
touching Che was always trying to touch some:
you anything further to report, Falconi?
Falconi (modestly)--No, Chief; nothing but
what an Italian physician of great eminence
in his profession answered me to-day when
asked HIM what kind of air Phil was think
ing of when he sent his dispatch about the
banditti.
Chief do not wish to interrupt, but it is
what Shakespeare says, ''giving airy nothi,ags
4 local habitation and a name But what
vas the Doctors answer?
Falconi (sulkily) - arbonari.
Gief-Gentlemen, language fails me on this
occasion. Call for your beverages. [Falconi
.reats.
A quiet bandit with . large nose, which
being nearsi zhted) he was always poking
INTO his tumbler, as though he was treating it
o a bath, here modestly advanced to the
chief and said he had heard it remarked that
he little Duke Alva WAS gradually organizing
lis staff into . regular Star Chamber Com
nittee
Migf-Poh poh don't believe word of it. |
Beppo-Pot vail ant, that's all.
C.ief-As there is nothing more in the way |
# reports, I will take the opportunity of read
ng a document, picked mp at the foot of the |
Cragan Column on the Corso. It is entitled:
Foreign Airs and Native Grnces.
By NATIVE IRREGULAR.
The foreign airs that Philip breathes
Fill him with dread OF bsse assassination.
The native graces which around he sees,
Excite perforce his beRrish admiration.
les young, he's partly Irish, and he's human,
md so, It's rather weak on lovely woman
Wishes, like Byron, at least in the South,
hat they united formed one perfect mouth
hat he might kiss, then burn the CITY,
The while he hanged Their brothers the banditti.
.awyer and poet, merchant, priest and layman,
led elevate them higher than old Hannah,
)r, in the slang Of the brave soier boy,
higher n . kite or Mister Gilderoy-
liquor tuoU OI1uS0 uOl6teO 0eI6O01Ob 0U4r00,
lr sarsfela hoisted his with his petards;
higher than Pills own kindred ever hung
When Irish rebels were like onions strung -
Thirteen to the dozen, SO they say
nd 'twould be Philips az twas Cromwells way.
las for little Phil! he's caused such bother
he woman is far from him as the brother.
[e shrinks in terror from the Bandits eyes,
Tut seeks in vain to share their paradise.
There was 8 sound.of reoelrie nights,
ut Philip came and we put out the lights.
he light that sparkled in our beauties eyes
ow flashes scOrn when reading Philips lies,
b, Alvs, spare the Southern bandits lives,
nd spare your compliments on bandits wives.
ur truthful women know You for liar,
ur men have often met you under fire.
heyfe not afraid to tell you you're . sham. !
ur men and women don't scare I" wuf . DAM"
g Byron says, Nature did form the man,
ut broke the die in moulding Sheridan"
Gid-Now, gentlemen. fill your glasses,
nd I'll give you o sentiment: Woman: with
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