Says he to me, 'Sam Slick, what can you do?'
Says I, 'Lord Stanley, jist as much as you.
Liberate the rebels, and 'mancipate the niggers.
Hurror for our side, and damn thimble-riggers.

"Airth and seas! If you was to sing that 'ere song there,
how it would make 'em stare; wouldn't it? Such words as
them was never heerd in that patronage office, I guess;
and yet folks must have often thort it too; that's a
fact.

"I was a hummin' the rael 'Jim Brown,' and got as far
as:

Play upon the banjo, play upon the fiddle,
Walk about the town, and abuse old Biddle,

when I stopped right in the middle of it, for it kinder
sorter struck it me warn't dignified to be a singin' of
nigger-catches that way. So says I to myself, 'This ain't
respectful to our great nation to keep a high functionary
a waitin' arter this fashion, is it? Guess I'd better
assart the honour of our republic by goin' away; and let
him see that it warn't me that was his lackey last year.'

"Well, jist as I had taken the sleeve of my coat and
given my hat a rub over with it, (a good hat will carry
off an old suit of clothes any time, but a new suit of
clothes will never carry off an old hat, so I likes to
keep my hat in good order in a general way). Well, jist