COUNT LOUIE: (_continues earnestly_) And when the debt gigantic which was made To war our fathers till they bit the dust, Matured, our party instinct did invent A method to repudiate the claim By paying greenback printed nice and clean, But which with gold would never be redeemed. Alas! those Yankee soldiers called the bluff And once again encompassed our defeat. While principles unchanging we declare, Yet what, indeed, is it that changeth not? Why, every Democrat should early know That to obtain the offices is but The one unchanging principle at stake, And every effort that we these attain. Should spur us on; like as "Toreador" Doth flaunt his robe to blind unreas'ning eyes, So we the "Constitution" e'er should wave, Attention to distract from tender points Of history which forward not out cause. SIR LA MUTT: Sir Count, what should we hide from public gaze? I and the President came from a stock Which helped to build a mighty common wealth. 'Tis true, in time of stress our father stood In serried ranks to tear the structure down And on its ruins build a fairer state With negro slavery its cornerstone. Alas! the northern "mudsills" did prevail, And now the white supremacy is held By shrewdly circumventing vicious laws, We Southerners within this tropic clime Do sympathize with these illustr'ous men Who here to night their presence happ'ly lend To join us in our tears and in our joys _(Turning to the Filipinos.)_ We are your friends; Republicans, your foes, For they indeed would raise the tao up And fill his head with notions most unwise, Just as they seek to place on equal terms Our "servants" in the sunny southland clime. There lurks one serpent in our city leal Of whom beware! for he is full of guile. But once when he Count Luie did attack I counter-thrust did give with my deft pen; And though I flayed him in my treachant style, He, being slow of wit, did know it not; And as "Old Fogy" he doth often spout His forthy nonsense in the daily press. But now I speak in no uncertain terms Of our great President; for I and he Are intimates as only those can be We meet on terms of mental equity. Hence trust in me! For I will quick advise Him as to matters in these lovely Isles. Sweet friends, there is a bond which holds us fast: You aimed your guns to riddle that old flag