Now, still for the principle wich welded em doorin the
war, they are holdin together yit, and probably will ontil they think
this question wich they are disposin of is disposed of. Then they will
split up, and our openin is made. We hev a solid phalanx, wich they
can't win over or detach from us. We hev them old veterans who voted for
Jaxon, and who are still votin for him. We hev them sturdy old yeomanry
who still swear that Bloo Lite Fedralism ought to be put down, and can't
be tolerated in a Republikin Goverment, and who, bless their old souls!
don't know no more what Bloo Lite Fedralism wuz than an unborn baby does
uv Guy Fawkes. We hev that solid army uv voters whose knees yawn
hidjusly, and whose coats is out at elbows, and whose children go
barefoot in winter, while their dads is a drinkin cheap whiskey, and
damin the Goverment for imposin a income tax. We hev the patriotic
citizins whose noses blossom like the lobster, and who live in mortal
fear uv nigger ekality; and we hev John Morrissey's constitooents.
These classes argyment won't move, and reasonin won't faze. They like to
abooze the Goverment for levyin taxes, hopin to deseeve somebody into
the idea that they pay taxes, and that it bears hard onto em; and they
oppose nigger ekality becoz it soothes em, like laudnum, to think that
there is somebody in the country lower down than themselves.
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