The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1876-08-16

Lord Johnnie-The Coburn.
Lord Pinkie-The F1shb ack.
Duke Martin (of the) dale.
Dixie Hollow (of the Way.
Lord Gordon.
Lord of N(Orth.)
Bloody Shirrs-Bashi Bazkus, etc., etc.
Place-Indianapolis.
Time-lS76.
Oliver, Duke of Morton-What no!
without thee!!
Duke Hollow (of the) Way-what is't
my Lord wishes?
Morton-Sirrah! How goes the fight in
fsir Indiana?
| noble duke. the lord OF North, is slain.
Morton-S'Desth! By whom?
Hollo way %! Lack day! Ills a cad
| affair. He, at the first blast of thy trusty
trumpet, left the distant VlennesisD
province and hied to thy call with CON-
mendable dispatch. He, with their
| graces, Albert, tire blended Porter, John
ME, the CoDurD, aud PiDkie, the Fish
back. advanced with the youth and
beauty of the province, all clad in shirts
| of blood. But OBJ that [ were dead, to
bring these sad tidings! They bad al
vanced but few leagues when my lord OF
| North was fearfully, trsltorously em-
bu 'hed, and, being guided by his lusty
and Oft repeated cries for aid, we found
MIN meshed and trapped in bonds OF r.
eign weave and make. The fibre aad tex
lure Were cen Venezuelan. Twas viii
/ lsinous! And as he, my lord of NORTH,
with valorous intent did pluck forth with
| his trusty blade from scabbard bold, my
lords Albert, Johnnie and Fishback
did inglori0usly flee away. And
| forthwith from rock and tree and glen
1 har hn fAn Id ID 81.
| lean hue. Then did Jsems of Ksnox
fortSwith pluck from bag of green q
manuscript OF ppnderous weight and in
interest, cen the report congressional,
| which foretold his doom. He swooned
and gasped for breath. Calling for ink
aud pen he wrote:
My Earl of Friedley:
| OF no use, The B ,ys are leaving me.
l pass in my checks.
Yours,
Gottiieb,
Duke OF North.
Then they of the bloody shirt did fee
away, and my Lord, am all that's lett to
bring the sad, sad news.
| Morton-Whom, sweet brother, can we
send to meet this new terror-this Jeems
OF Kenox?
Holloway-I have it! Albert, the porter
Morton-Oh! he Is too blondey. Great
ness ne'er sits on brow and hair of such q
p.le and sickly hue. 1t should be red
bloody red-or pwere better TO have no hair
at all.
Hollowsy-How would Johnnie, the Co.
| burn, dc?
| Morton-Worse still! Marry hast thou
| forgotten now Franc.s-He | mean OF
| FILanders) did wax him but twenty
months ago? Then, he is profane Of speech,
and we must cen keep no our disguise OF
gentility and m rality. Hast thou forgot
1
| Will? (Chucking him under the chin.)
| Holloway-Well! Lsck-a dsyl There's
! him OF Madison, where the Ohio's sweet
| waters lave our southern shore, cen the
| Branbam.
| Morton-Too cumbersD me and betty
| Then he doth murder our good Queen =
language. that were dead-or back
ia Washington, where the puTe blood
| doth shower down from Hamburg and
| Cousha;ts!
Hollowey-How would Martin (of the j
Dale do? Sole proprietor OF The Thun-
/ derer.
Mortor-Not to be thought Of He's too
beeiy, big and red. Olr trusty Sentinel
wou d sport make OF hun as he the draw
| bridge crossed, sod call him" lifting Bull, %
and then our Earl OF Lige and Carlos, the
Walker. (onr youthful nurslings) being un-
wesned and weak of pan would be quickly
o'ercome and direfui results would follow.
Holoway-There's tne Elephantine
Duke from C4ss, My Lord Pratt OF Logan
Mortor-He hath offended our good
C@ssr at the Capital.
Hollowsy-I am at nv wits end; but
here comes the nervous Lord of Marion
our good friend Gordon.
Mmton-What say you, my Lord Cor
dol? Whom will we select Tor the
slaughter?
Gordon Whispering it) Harrison, the
(Bsr) gall
Morton-Harrisop, the (Bep)gsli Who
Is he? scarce remember. Oh! him whom
we put to sleep in bis little bed on Ides oil
March, 1877? Our good nurse, the kindly
Browne OF Randolph, did give him over
doss of soothing syrup.
lEater sll-Porter, Coburn, Fishbsck,
and Others
Allie nss recovered since then and
grown strong and valiant and his neither
garment being of healthy bloody red be
is secure from chilly Southern winds.
Mort0Pm!%Isngiy to h;m se 1 Rat
must victim have.
The blue blood coursei b In his VEINS.
He's full of speech. His shirt of blood
| He'll wear and DO me honor This Ben) gal
He's genteei they say-so genteel
That he'll keep away from the vulgar voting
And then they'll come to me for counsel and
| AND so, knd ma! III still De
o iver the Great, Duke of Morton.
| and to still further deceived will
Valiant speech make at the Academy,
I'll ZAP and smeag this sleepy loos Ing Ben
That cen they'll all Trims m in earnest,
| And mean to have him the victory win.
I'll pour fattery into liiile Ben's ear
Uaul-but here they come. lAloud.l
Yes, gaD tlemeD It's b tier lhus-
So sweet Albert-Johnnie dear
And pinkie-My Lords OF Logan
And Marion-Farewe'l,a sweet farewell
But hold one moment Gentlemen all,
hath he-nath na-hsih he trf
personal magnetism" Il