AN GAODHAL
71
COUSIN JOHNY LAYS FOR UNCLE SAM.
By P. A. Dougher.
Oh, behold your Cousin Johny
On a visit here once more,
A playing Yankee friendship
With his interesting lore,
By emissaries divine
To formulate a sham
And score out an alurement
To lay for Uncle Sam.
He has tried the game of tyranny,
As much as it did prevail —
He has tried the game of bravery,
As much as it did avail —
He has tried the game of bribery —
When all his games are gone,
And now the art of courtesy,
He lays for Uncle Sam.
Cousin Johnny is witty, —
Can't you see his plying work?
He is meddlesome and restless,
And selfish as a Turk;
With cajoling in his innocence —
Applying like a lamb —
While he sets his snares of harmony,
And lays for Uncle Sam.
He spreads his mighty arms now
Across the briny waves,
And claims the sunlight service,
Never darkening its days;
All except the Union,
This great dominion can't span,
Which he covets to his bosom,
When he lays for Uncle Sam.
Some say, Where is the harm now
That Cousin John can seek;
He never can out-wit us —
He's so humble, just and meek.
He is only seeking settlements,
And other gulfs to span,
But there's where lurks the danger,
As he lays for Uncle Sam.
Just ask your Cousin Johny once
How he arbitrates with will,
And when and where his promise keeps —
Why, his treaties are all nil —
He will scoff you off with scorn —
Will not answer like a man,
But weavers off in his usual stride,
While he lays for Uncle Sam,
I've met your Cousin Johny —
To my sorrow, I tell you —
Where his promises were mighty fair,
But never did prove true.
He is a scheaming hypocrite,
Appearing like a swan —
So detach him from your own affair,
And save your Uncle Sam.
As may be seen on the sub-title page of the
Gael, we keep as standing matter extracts from
Spalding's English Literature, which bear on the
civilization of the two countries prior to English
power in Ireland. An old member of the Philo-
Celtic Society informed us a short time since that
an Irishman to whom he had read the extracts
said he "Did not believe a word of them, that
they were the editor's invention." Now, if that
ignorant, soulless so-called, Irishman said that in
our presense, we would have knocked him down,
We have given the extracts and their author, —
Wm. Spalding. A. M., Prof. of Logic, Rhetoric,
and Metaphysics in the University of Saint An¬
drew's, Scotland, who says in his preface to the
work that he had been requested by the Apple¬
tons to write this History of English Literature
because they had the contract at the time (1854)
for supplying the public schools of Brooklyn with
text-books, and the copy from which we have ex¬
tracted (pp 30 31) has been used in them.
This noted, but bigoted and anti-Irish, scholar
was forced to pen the extracts quoted rather than
leave himself open to the charge of ignorance or
bigory by truthful, liberal historians. He who
wants to see the book can have it for $1 by send¬
ing for it to D. Appleton & Co. New York. We
could have quoted liberal authors, but to prevent
cavil, we chose this bigoted professor from the
enemy camp.
We printed in the last Gael a list
of prizes to be competed for at the
next Oireachtas, but, since that date,
a large addition has been made to it
through the bounty of patriotic Irish¬
men.
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