Sech bein’ the case, is ’t likely we should bend like cotton-wickin’,
Or set down under anythin’ so low-lived ez a lickin’?
More ’n this,—hain’t we the literatoor an’ science, tu, by gorry?
Hain’t we them intellectle twins, them giants, Simms an’ Maury,
Each with full twice the ushle brains, like nothin’ thet I know,
’Thout ’t wuz a double-headed calf I see once to a show?
For all thet, I warn’t jest at fast in favor o’ seeedin’;
I wuz for layin’ low a spell to find out where’t wuz leadin’,
For hevin’ South-Carliny try her hand at seprit-nationin’,
She takin’ resks an’ findin’ funds, an’ we cooperationin’,—