An' want to stick deeselves up den,
An' try to crow over de men.

'E say 't ain' no good in preachin';
Dat niggers is sich fools--
Don' know no mo' 'bout teachin'
'N white-folks does 'bout mules;
An' when br'er Gabrul's hollered tell
You mos' kin see right into Hell,
An' rambled Scriptures fit to bus',
Dat hard-mouf nigger 's wus an' wus.

'E say quality (dis is mainer
'N all Ise told you yit)--
Says 'tain' no better 'n 'arf-strainer;
An' dat _his_ master 'll git
Good place in Heaven--po'-white-folks, mark!--
As y' all whar come right out de ark;
An' dat--now jes' heah dis!--dat he,
A po'-white-folks' nigger 's good as me!

He 's gwine straight to de deble!
An' sarve him jes' right, too!
He 's a outdacious rebel,
Arter all Ise done do!--
Ise sweat an' arguified an' blowed
Over dat black nigger mo'
'N would 'a' teck a c'nal-boat load
Over to Canyan sho'!

Ise tried _refection_--'t warn' no whar!
Ise wrastled wid de Lord in pra'r;
Ise quoiled tell I wuz mos daid;
Ise th'owed de spider at his haid--
But he ole haid 't wuz so thick th'oo
Hit bus' my skillit spang in two.

You kin dye black hyah an' meek it light;
You kin tu'n de Ethiope's spots to white;
You mout grow two or three cubics bigger--
But you carn't onchange a po'-white-folks' nigger.

When you 's dwellin' on golden harps an' chunes,
A po-white-foiks' nigger's thinkin' bout coons;
An' when you 's snifflin' de heaven'y blossoms,
A po'-white-folks' nigger 's studyin' 'bout possums.

MARSE PHIL

Yes, yes, you is Marse Phil's son; you favor 'm might'ly, too.
We wuz like brothers, we wuz, me an' him.
You tried to fool d' ole nigger, but, Marster, 'twouldn' do;
Not do yo' is done growed so tall an' slim.

Hi! Lord! Ise knowed yo', honey, sence long befo' yo' born--
I mean, Ise knowed de _family_ dat long;
An' dees been _white_ folks, Marster--dee han 's white ez young corn--
An', ef dee want to, couldn' do no wrong.

You' gran'pa bought my mammy at Gen'l Nelson's sale,
An' Deely she come out de same estate;
An' blood is jes' like pra'r is--hit tain' gwine nuver fail;
Hit 's sutney gwine to come out, soon or late.

When I wuz born, yo' gran'pa gi' me to young Marse Phil,
To be h