I'd play the rogue's march on their hides an' other music fol lerin' But I must close my letter here, for one on 'em 's a-hollerin', I'm safe enlisted fer the war, Yourn, BIRDOFREDOM SAWIN. A LETTER FROM A CANDIDATE FOR THE PRESIDENCY IN ANSWER TO SUTTIN QUESTIONS PROPOSED BY MR. HOSEA BIGLOW, INCLOSED IN A NOTE FROM MR. BIGLOW TO S. H. GAY, ESQ., EDITOR OF THE NATIONAL ANTI-SLAVERY STANDARD. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. DEER SIR its gut to be the fashun now to rite letters to the candid 8s and i wus chose at a public Meetin in Jalaam to du wut wus nessary fur that town. i writ to 271 ginerals and gut ansers to 209. tha air called candid 8s but I don't see nothin candid about em. this here 1 which I send wus thought satty's factory. I dunno as it's ushle to print Poscrips, but as all the ansers I got hed the saim, I sposed it wus best. times has gretly changed. Formaly to knock a man into a cocked hat wus to use him up, but now it ony gives him a chance fur the cheef madgustracy.- II. B. DEAR SIR-You wish to know my notions Thet blurts right out wut's in his head, An' ef I've one pecooler feetur, So, to begin at the beginnin'; Thet is, I mean, it seems to me so, An', fact, it don't smell very strong; An' say wich party hez most sense; There may be folks o' greater talence Thet can't set stiddier on the fence. I'm an eclectic: ez to choosin' 'Twixt this an' thet, I'm plaguy lawth; Ez preudunt statesmun say, who 've planned A way to git the most profusion O' chances ez to ware they 'll stand. Ez fer the war, I go agin it I mean to say I kind o' du— The best way wuz to fight it thru; Sometimes upon a powder-cart. About thet darned Proviso matter So 's no one could n't pick it out; Ez to the answerin' o' questions, Kind o' promiscoous I go it Fer the holl country, an' the ground I don't appruve o' givin' pledges; Thet preudent farmers don't turn out- Ez to the slaves, there's no confusion On thet pint you yourself may jedge; All is, I never drink no sperit, Ez to my principles, I glory In hevin' nothin' o' the sort; I aint a Wig, I aint a Tory, I'm jest a candidate, in short; P. S. Ez we're a sort o' privatcerin', O' course, you know, it's sheer an' sheer, An' there is sutthin' wuth your hearin' I'll mention in your privit ear; Ef you git me inside the White House, Your head with ile I 'll kin' o''nint By gittin' you inside the Light-house Down to the eend o' Jaalam Pint. An' ez the North hez took to brustlin' An' give our side a harnsome boost- An' leaves me frontin' South by North. THE CANDIDATE'S CREED. (BIGLOW PAPERS.) JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. I Du believe in Freedom's cause, Ez fur away ez Paris is; In them infarnal Pharisees; It's wal enough agin a king To dror resolves and triggers,— But libbaty's a kind o' thing Thet don't agree with niggers. I du believe the people want For I hev loved my country sence My eye-teeth filled their sockets, An' Uncle Sam I reverence, Partic❜larly his pockets. I du believe in any plan O' levyin' the taxes, I go free-trade thru thick an' thin, The folks to vote-and keep us in I du believe it's wise an' good An' orthydox conditions;- The place 'ould jest about fit. I du believe in special ways The bread comes back in many days, I do believe hard coin the stuff To make hard money out on; An' gives a good-sized junk to allI don't care how hard money is, Ez long ez mine's paid punctooal. I du believe with all my soul An' in the traces lead 'em: I du believe thet I should give Fer it's by him I move an' live, From him my bread an' cheese air; |