But treat them bery well;
He says dey pay them for de work
Dey's smart enuff to do,
And nebber sells them furder Souf
When sheriff put um screw.
"I hab a wife an chil'en dear,
And mars'r say to me
He nebber sell them while he live,--
He'd rather set them free;
But dar's de mortgage on de house,
If dat should hab to fall,
Ole Uncle Pete hab told me dat
He'd hab to sell us all.
"I lub de ole plantation well,
And missus she is kind;
But den dis chile's inclined to try
Another home to find.
Now mars'r gwine away to war,
And give me such a chance,
I'll bress de Lord for libaty.
And hab a Juba dance.
"De Hallelugerum am cum
With glory in his eye,
And all de niggers in de Souf
Am fit to mount de sky.
My wife an' chil'en hab de spoons
Dat's owned by--(here a cough)--
I hab de sugar-tongs myself,
And, darfor,' I is off."
Among the distinguished speakers invited to be present at the great
meeting in Accomac, were: the Emperor of Russia, the Emperor of France,
the Sultan of Turkey, Queen Victoria, the King of Sweden, the President
of the United States, and Theodore Tilton; but, as the walking was very
bad, they did not all come. The celebrated American patriot, Mr. Phelim
O'Shaughnessy, took the chair in the absence of the President, and
said, that as the Emperor of France was unavoidably absent, he would
beg leave to introduce Mr. Terence Mulligan, whose ancestors were once
Irishmen themselves.
Mr. Mulligan was received with prolonged applause, and said, that
although he bore an Irish name, he had never been ashamed to associate
with Americans. His father, while yet on his way from Ireland, had been
elected a Justice of the Peace in New York, and his son should be the
last one to neglect the Union in its hour of need. What we wanted now,
was, that the example of our Irish citizens should be imitated by the
others, and that the war should be prosecuted with vigor. (Continued
cheering.) Irishmen need never despair of this glorious Union, which
had often been a House of Refuge for them, and could not fall without
carrying Ireland with it,--so closely were the two great nations knit
together. The Irish would never despair:
"For Freedom's struggle once begun,
Bequeathed from bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won."
When the enthusiasm ha
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