"Swingin round the cirkle" : $b His ideas of men, politics, and things, as set forth in his letters to the public press, during the year 1866. — John Locke — John Shaqi
"Swingin round the cirkle" : $b His ideas of men, politics, and things, as set forth in his letters to the public press, during the year 1866.
John Locke · en
Our principles are uv a very comprehensive nature. We are willin to
endorse Androo Johnson, or any other man. We will endorse his theories
uv Reconstruction, or any man's theories. We are elastic, like Injy
rubber. The boy who set a hen on a hundred eggs acknowledged to his
maternal parent that she could not kiver em; but he remarked he wanted
to see the old thing spred herself. We have that spreadin capacity. We
kin accommodate the prejudices uv the people uv all the various
localities. In Connecticut we are singin John Brown's body lies a
mouldrin in the grave, in a modritly loud tone, and supporting a
Ablishnist who voted for doin away with slavery in the District of
Columby and for the Constooshnel Amendment. In Kentucky we are hangin
men uv the John Brown style, and mobbin all uv the persuasion uv the
Connecticut nominee. Sich a variety uv principle,--a party uv sich
adaptability,--kin hev but one great central idee, on wich there is no
diversity uv opinion, and to which all other ideas is subordinate. That
idea is POST OFFICE! and ef Androo Johnson could be got rite on that
question, we'd care not wat else he required uv us.
We hev our arms around Androo. We are huggin him to our buzzums; but he
hez left his baggage to hum. That baggage is wat we want; and we shel
fling him off shortly, onless he changes his policy in this respeck. He
kin hev us on easy terms; but he must furnish the ammunishun with which
to fight his battles. Will he do it? That's the question a hundred
thousand hungry soles, who hanker even ez I do, are daily askin.
PETROLEUM V. NASBY,
Lait Paster uv the Church uv the Noo Dispensashun.
XII.
The President's 22d of February Speech.--The Account thereof of One
behind the Scenes.--Hopes and Fears of the Democracy.
WASHINGTON, February 23, 1866.
I don't know; but there is a still small voice within me wich whispers,
"All is well!" The delusive phantom, Hope, may be playin false with me.
The wish may be paternal parient to the thought, and I may be indulgin
in a dream from wich I shel be, to-morrer, roodly awakened; but it's my
opinion that the day-star uv glory hez arozen onto the Dimocracy; that
our night uv gloom is over; and that, at larst, the Government, or at
least the only part we care about,--the offisis,--is ourn. I heerd
Androo Johnson speak last nite! I stood beside him! I helpt hold him up!
I SMELT HIS BREATH. It's all rite!