He resembleth Jaxon muchly—in that Jaxon hed a policy wich he cood carry out, while our Moses hez a policy wich he can’t carry out.
And ez he can’t carry out his policy, the people are carryin it out for him.
Wich they do, a holdin it at arm’s length, and holdin their noses.
Moses is a cake half baked; he is hot on one side, and cold on tother.
He darsn’t let go uv Ablishnism, and is afeerd to come to us.
He hez been takin epsom salts and epecac; and one is workin up, and the other is workin down.
Where kin we look for comfort?
Do we turn to the people? Connecticut answers, “’Ror for Hawley!” and Noo Hampshier goes Ablishun.
Do we turn to the courts? Lo! Taney hez gone to his reward—him who aforetime dealt out Dimekratic justice, and who understood the nacher uv the nigger,—and Chase, who is pizen, reigns in his stead.
Raymond is growin weak in the knees, and Doolittle is a broken reed on which to lean.