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now to dare alter the law oil REMUNERATION! ha


law was fixed by Congress, and Congress has no
the power to alter or amend that law. Don't mind
the argument that will be brought against us that
Congress altered the law from its original form,
and can do so second time. Don't listen to the
: worthless constitution, that was concocted In the
deepest feelings of hatred by the fathers OF these
natives, against the troops of Rawdon, and the
Hessians, fathers of our German Brethren. Don't
mind any thing-we are alone here now' ana no
one hears MS to report This country must be
ours. 1t is already halfway in our hands-n N
Orleans, yon bastard boy, (pontng to the portrait
of Wh.aker) was done to death nspe OF truth
and Justice. and the Irish revel!ed in the first bloody
dra,lght of power. Oh, but it will be sweet when
we have divided this great realm among our bands.
We who have been driven out of our own loved
land by tyranny, will rule it here. Hurrah Tor the
Irish in Amerca!' Here the orator ceased, and
sunk back exhausted, his teeth fixed, his eyes red
with excitement, and his fists clinched and blood
less.


s.Ah, and wont we move ould Ireland over here,
and put the capital on her; and wont the prates
sprout beautiful exclaimed bacchanal from
under the table, whose mouth was soon shut up
by few drops falling into through the crevlces
of the board, from the overturned bottle" Hur-
rah for the orator." shouted red-haired Hiber-
nian, while he aimed tumbler at the picture of
| Whitaker.


.Down with the association of aristocrats-
down with Mor6t, the traitor, and Brent, the agi-
taor, and Jones, the bully, and Sweeney the libel
ler-down with Wharton, the injustice, and Moul-
der, and Polk-down with Boteler, the strong,
and Dunn, the publisher--down with the demons
of hatred, all, all, and let them sink deep i'll their
own blood"


Loud and long shouted they this tragic strain;
and long and deep they drank from the decanters,
when one of the party, Dutchman from the capi-
tol, declared, "that he had right to vote pc
cause he owned a house, and his wife owned
lot" asked little black nosed Frenchman to sing
the national song of the American foreigners. The
black nose Frenchman accordingly took snuff, and
drink of vinegar wine, and fixing his eyebrows
in half moon shape, loed out his tongue, and sang
as follows


| FRENCHMAN'S SONG. ...
We come from de poor-honse or Jail,-Vat DEM


We is good for de nation, we're black people live.
We vas good for de gallows-but We is men,
Dat can rob or do murder, so dat may thrive.
Chorus by all
Hnrrah for the poorhouse, it sends forth the men
Who can blunt with their daggers the point of pen
| Hurrah for the prison. it sends forth a flood,


That can break down press, and drown it in blood
Ven den King on parade prances up de high street.


Vid tousands in arms to protect him from me,


l can take de nice aim from de window, and meet,
The fate Of an exile, but not Feschi.*
! Hurrah for de poor house SC.
Ven de hay is in ricks and de good man secure,
Sleeps vid his young children, the dark night away,
vid de torches all lit.ye steal by his door


And kill de old farmer and burn up de hay.
! Hnrrah, &c, &c.
| w runs de big streams Of old Ireland red?


Is de clay of dat color, or de water blush so:


But look 'tis de blood of de unbured dead


That down vid de current all massacred 60!
! Huirah, &c.


o dis is de land where such crimes is forgive,


And de sins in FIVE years is all wipe away,


And dough born to be slaves yet masters We live,
Dough We murder at home in de time of day.
i ." Hurrah SC.


When the Frenchman came to that part, tall,
gaunt, and grim-looking foreigner, pulled some
lucifer matches out of his pocket and left the room
In few moments after, the deep toing of the
fire bell was heard, and the engines hurried down
the streets like thunder. But the meeting did no
move muscle-it was used to such things. The
song was applauded, and once more they betook
themselves to the bottle. Here gentleman o.
distinction in the European ranks was called on
for song, and amid raptures of applause. he sung
as follows


/ Hurrah for the land of the alien
i Hurrah for fre gears of the free
| Hurrah for the kind hearted natives
u That let us set under their tree,
i Let's drink TO the shade of our sires,
The red coats of Bunker and Thames,
u Let's drink to the patriot fires,