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._]

"C[oe]lum, 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!

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