LITTLE MASTER MINORITY.
A Dialogue in Dialect, some way after Bret Harte's "Jim."
[Referring, in the course of conversation, to the deadlock in the Senate, Mr. Chamberlain said:—"My opinion is that the Americans are the most patient people on the globe. Such an outcome from an organised system of obstruction would be impossible in England, which I venture to say, with my foot on New York soil, is far more democratic than America. Democracy, as I take it, means the government of the people by the people."—The "Times'" New York Correspondent, Oct. 13.]
"Cœlum, non (?) animum, mutant, qui trans mare currunt."
Jonathan to Joseph, loquitur:—
Say thar! P'r'aps
You're of them chaps
Approve this child,
Who makes me wild!—
No?—no offence:
Thar ain't much sense
In gittin' riled!
Joe, old chum,
Welcome ye are!
Say! Ye've jest come
Up from down thar.
Lookin' round, Joe?
That's right, Sir! You
Ain't of that crew
Makes freedom rar'.
Tory? Not much,
That ain't my kind:
I ain't no such,—
Democrat—blind!
Rayther like you!
Well, this yer boy
(With his derned toy),
Is a fair limb.—
Not much—in size!
Stirs your surprise?—
Wal, that is strange:
Your nipper, now,
Riz up some row,
Down under thar,
Ony this year!
Since you came here.
You've felt a change!
Wal, he licks us!
Eh?
Spank him, you say!
Spank?—
This little cuss?
You make me star,—
Down under, thar,
Minorities stop
Truck—in your shop,
And you don't rar'!
Here, wide awake
To our mistake.
Our boy you bar!
Spank!—
This—little—cuss?
Wal, he does fuss,
Raises a muss.
His "Silver" whim,
His spoutin' prank—
(Leather-lung'd limb!)
Does crab the swim.
Should like to yank
Him crost my knees,
And—but thar! spank
Him?
Patient, Sir—I?
No democrat?
Here, Sir, stand by!
I can't stand that!
You wouldn't stand
Him—in your land?
Eh?
What's that you say?
Why, dern it!—sho!—
Draw it mild, Joe!
Bold?
Obstruction? Yes!
Still, as I guess—
Though I'll confess
You're an authority—
'Tain't no new thing
(You've had your fling!),
But ornery,
Derned old,
Loud-lunged—Minority!
Little—Master—Minority!