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The Biglow Papers – First Serie – No. IV

No. IV

REMARKS OF INCREASE D. O’PHACE, ESQUIRE,
AT AN EXTRUMPERY CAUCUS IN STATE STREET, REPORTED BY MR. H. BIGLOW

[The ingenious reader will at once understand that no such speech as the following was ever totidem verbis pronounced. But there are simpler and less guarded wits, for the satisfying of which such an explanation may be needful. For there are certain invisible lines, which as Truth successively overpasses, she becomes Untruth to one and another of us, as a large river, flowing from one kingdom into another, sometimes takes a new name, albeit the waters undergo no change, how small soever. There is, moreover, a truth of fiction more veracious than the truth of fact, as that of the Poet, which represents to us things and events as they ought to be, rather than servilely copies them as they are imperfectly imaged in the crooked and smoky glass of our mundane affairs. It is this which makes the speech of Antonius, though originally spoken in no wider a forum than the brain of Shakespeare, more historically valuable than that other which Appian has reported, by as much as the understanding of the Englishman was more comprehensive than that of the Alexandrian. Mr. Biglow, in the present instance, has only made use of a license assumed by all the historians of antiquity, who put into the mouths of various characters such words as seem to them most fitting to the occasion and to the speaker. If it be objected that no such oration could ever have been delivered, I answer, that there are few assemblages for speech-making which do not better deserve the title of Parliamentum Indoctorum than did the sixth Parliament of Henry the Fourth, and that men still continue to have as much faith in the Oracle of Fools as ever Pantagruel had. Howell, in his letters, recounts a merry tale of a certain ambassador of Queen Elizabeth, who, having written two letters,—one to her Majesty, and the other to his wife,—directed them at cross-purposes, so that the Queen was beducked and bedeared and requested to send a change of hose, and the wife was beprincessed and otherwise unwontedly besuperlatived, till the one feared for the wits of her ambassador, and the other for those of her husband. In like manner it may be presumed that our speaker has misdirected some of his thoughts, and given to the whole theatre what he would have wished to confide only to a select auditory at the back of the curtain. For it is seldom that we can get any frank utterance from men, who address, for the most part, a Buncombe either in this world or the next. As for their audiences, it may be truly said of our people, that they enjoy one political institution in common with the ancient Athenians: I mean a certain profitless kind of, ostracism, wherewith, nevertheless, they seem hitherto well enough content. For in Presidential elections, and other affairs of the sort, whereas I observe that the oysters fall to the lot of comparatively few, the shells (such as the privileges of voting as they are told to do by the ostrivori aforesaid, and of huzzaing at public meetings) are very liberally distributed among the people, as being their prescriptive and quite sufficient portion.

The occasion of the speech is supposed to be Mr. Palfrey’s refusal to vote for the Whig candidate for the Speakership.—H.W.]

No? Hez he? He haint, though? Wut? Voted agin him?
Ef the bird of our country could ketch him, she’d skin him;
I seem ‘s though I see her, with wrath in each quill,
Like a chancery lawyer, afilin’ her bill,
An’ grindin’ her talents ez sharp ez all nater,
To pounce like a writ on the back o’ the traitor.
Forgive me, my friends, ef I seem to be het,
But a crisis like this must with vigor be met;
Wen an Arnold the star-spangled banner bestains,
Holl Fourth o’ Julys seem to bile in my veins. 10

Who ever’d ha’ thought sech a pisonous rig
Would be run by a chap thet wuz chose fer a Wig?
‘We knowed wut his princerples wuz ‘fore we sent him’?
Wut wuz there in them from this vote to prevent him?
A marciful Providunce fashioned us holler
O’ purpose thet we might our princerples swaller;
It can hold any quantity on ’em, the belly can,
An’ bring ’em up ready fer use like the pelican,
Or more like the kangaroo, who (wich is stranger)
Puts her family into her pouch wen there’s danger. 20
Aint princerple precious? then, who’s goin’ to use it
Wen there’s resk o’ some chap’s gittin’ up to abuse it?
I can’t tell the wy on ‘t, but nothin’ is so sure
Ez thet princerple kind o’ gits spiled by exposure;[19]
A man that lets all sorts o’ folks git a sight on ‘t
Ough’ to hev it all took right away, every mite on ‘t;
Ef he cant keep it all to himself wen it’s wise to,
He aint one it’s fit to trust nothin’ so nice to.

Besides, ther’s a wonderful power in latitude
To shift a man’s morril relations an’ attitude; 30
Some flossifers think thet a fakkilty’s granted
The minnit it’s proved to be thoroughly wanted,
Thet a change o’ demand makes a change o’ condition,
An’ thet everythin’ ‘s nothin’ except by position;
Ez, for instance, thet rubber-trees fust begun bearin’
Wen p’litikle conshunces come into wearin’,
Thet the fears of a monkey, whose holt chanced to fail,
Drawed the vertibry out to a prehensile tail;
So, wen one’s chose to Congriss, ez soon ez he’s in it,
A collar grows right round his neck in a minnit, 40
An’ sartin it is thet a man cannot be strict
In bein’ himself, when he gits to the Deestrict,
Fer a coat thet sets wal here in ole Massachusetts,
Wen it gits on to Washinton, somehow askew sets.

Resolves, do you say, o’ the Springfield Convention?
Thet’s precisely the pint I was goin’ to mention;
Resolves air a thing we most gen’ally keep ill,
They’re a cheap kind o’ dust fer the eyes o’ the people;
A parcel o’ delligits jest git together
An’ chat fer a spell o’ the crops an’ the weather, 50
Then, comin’ to order, they squabble awile
An’ let off the speeches they’re ferful’ll spile;
Then—Resolve,—Thet we wunt hev an inch o’ slave territory;
Thet President Polk’s holl perceedins air very tory;
Thet the war is a damned war, an’ them thet enlist in it
Should hev a cravat with a dreffle tight twist in it;
Thet the war is a war fer the spreadin’ o’ slavery;
Thet our army desarves our best thanks fer their bravery;
Thet we’re the original friends o’ the nation,
All the rest air a paltry an’ base fabrication; 60
Thet we highly respect Messrs. A, B, an’ C,
An’ ez deeply despise Messrs. E, F, an’ G.
In this way they go to the eend o’ the chapter,
An’ then they bust out in a kind of a raptur
About their own vartoo, an’ folks’s stone-blindness
To the men thet ‘ould actilly do ’em a kindness,—
The American eagle,—the Pilgrims thet landed,—
Till on ole Plymouth Rock they git finally stranded.
Wal, the people they listen an’ say, ‘Thet’s the ticket;
Ez fer Mexico, ‘taint no great glory to lick it, 70
But ‘twould be a darned shame to go pullin’ o’ triggers
To extend the aree of abusin’ the niggers.’

So they march in percession, an’ git up hooraws,
An’ tramp thru the mud far the good o’ the cause,
An’ think they’re a kind o’ fulfillin’ the prophecies,
Wen they’re on’y jest changin’ the holders of offices;
Ware A sot afore, B is comf’tably seated,
One humbug’s victor’ous an’ t’ other defeated,
Each honnable doughface gits jest wut he axes,
An’ the people,—their annooal soft-sodder an’ taxes. 80

Now, to keep unimpaired all these glorious feeturs
Thet characterize morril an’ reasonin’ creeturs,
Thet give every paytriot all he can cram,
Thet oust the untrustworthy Presidunt Flam,
An’ stick honest Presidunt Sham in his place,
To the manifest gain o’ the holl human race,
An’ to some indervidgewals on ‘t in partickler,
Who love Public Opinion an’ know how to tickle her,—
I say thet a party with gret aims like these
Must stick jest ez close ez a hive full o’ bees. 90

I’m willin’ a man should go tollable strong
Agin wrong in the abstract, fer thet kind o’ wrong
Is ollers unpop’lar an’ never gits pitied,
Because it’s a crime no one never committed;
But he mus’n’t be hard on partickler sins,
Coz then he’ll be kickin’ the people’s own shins;
On’y look at the Demmercrats, see wut they’ve done
Jest simply by stickin’ together like fun;
They’ve sucked us right into a mis’able war
Thet no one on airth aint responsible for; 100
They’ve run us a hundred cool millions in debt
(An’ fer Demmercrat Horners there’s good plums left yet);
They talk agin tayriffs, but act fer a high one,
An’ so coax all parties to build up their Zion;
To the people they’re ollers ez slick ez molasses,
An’ butter their bread on both sides with The Masses,
Half o’ whom they’ve persuaded, by way of a joke,
Thet Washinton’s mantlepiece fell upon Polk.

Now all o’ these blessin’s the Wigs might enjoy,
Ef they’d gumption enough the right means to imploy;[20] 110
Fer the silver spoon born in Dermoc’acy’s mouth
Is a kind of a scringe thet they hev to the South;
Their masters can cuss ’em an’ kick ’em an’ wale ’em.
An’ they notice it less ‘an the ass did to Balaam;
In this way they screw into second-rate offices
Wich the slaveholder thinks ‘ould substract too much off his ease;
The file-leaders, I mean, du, fer they, by their wiles,
Unlike the old viper, grow fat on their files.
Wal, the Wigs hev been tryin’ to grab all this prey frum ’em
An’ to hook this nice spoon o’ good fortin’ away frum ’em, 120
An’ they might ha’ succeeded, ez likely ez not,
In lickin’ the Demmercrats all round the lot,
Ef it warn’t thet, wile all faithful Wigs were their knees on,
Some stuffy old codger would holler out,—’Treason!
You must keep a sharp eye on a dog thet hez bit you once,
An’ I aint agoin’ to cheat my constitoounts,’—
Wen every fool knows thet a man represents
Not the fellers thet sent him, but them on the fence,—
Impartially ready to jump either side
An’ make the fust use of a turn o’ the tide,— 130
The waiters on Providunce here in the city,
Who compose wut they call a State Centerl Committy,
Constitoounts air hendy to help a man in,
But arterwards don’t weigh the heft of a pin,
Wy, the people can’t all live on Uncle Sam’s pus,
So they’ve nothin’ to du with ‘t fer better or wus;
It’s the folks thet air kind o’ brought up to depend on ‘t
Thet hev any consarn in ‘t, an’ thet is the end on ‘t.
Now here wuz New England ahevin’ the honor
Of a chance at the Speakership showered upon her;— 140
Do you say, ‘She don’t want no more Speakers, but fewer;
She’s hed plenty o’ them, wut she wants is a doer’?
Fer the matter o’ thet, it’s notorous in town
Thet her own representatives du her quite brown.
But thet’s nothin’ to du with it; wut right hed Palfrey
To mix himself up with fanatical small fry?
Warn’t we gittin’ on prime with our hot an’ cold blowin’,
Acondemnin’ the war wilst we kep’ it agoin’?
We’d assumed with gret skill a commandin’ position.
On this side or thet, no one couldn’t tell wich one, 150
So, wutever side wipped, we’d a chance at the plunder
An’ could sue fer infringin’ our paytented thunder;
We were ready to vote fer whoever wuz eligible,
Ef on all pints at issoo he’d stay unintelligible.
Wal, sposin’ we hed to gulp down our perfessions.
We were ready to come out next mornin’ with fresh ones;
Besides, ef we did, ’twas our business alone,
Fer couldn’t we du wut we would with our own?
An’ ef a man can, wen pervisions hev riz so,
Eat up his own words, it’s a marcy it is so. 160
Wy, these chaps frum the North, with back-bones to ’em, darn ’em,
‘Ould be wuth more ‘an Gennle Tom Thumb is to Barnum:
Ther’s enough thet to office on this very plan grow,
By exhibitin’ how very small a man can grow;
But an M.C. frum here ollers hastens to state he
Belongs to the order called invertebraty,
Wence some gret filologists judge primy fashy
Thet M.C. is M.T. by paronomashy;
An’ these few exceptions air loosus naytury
Folks ‘ould put down their quarters to stare at, like fury. 170
It’s no use to open the door o’ success,
Ef a member can bolt so fer nothin’ or less;
Wy, all o’ them grand constitootional pillers
Our fore-fathers fetched with ’em over the billers,
Them pillers the people so soundly hev slep’ on,
Wile to slav’ry, invasion, an’ debt they were swep’ on,
Wile our Destiny higher an’ higher kep’ mountin’
(Though I guess folks’ll stare wen she hends her account in),
Ef members in this way go kickin’ agin ’em,
They wunt hev so much ez a feather left in ’em. 180

An’, ez fer this Palfrey,[21] we thought wen we’d gut him in,
He’d go kindly in wutever harness we put him in;
Supposin’ we did know thet he wuz a peace man?
Does he think he can be Uncle Sammle’s policeman,
An’ wen Sam gits tipsy an’ kicks up a riot,
Lead him off to the lockup to snooze till he’s quiet?
Wy, the war is a war thet true paytriots can bear, ef
It leads to the fat promised land of a tayriff;
We don’t go an’ fight it, nor aint to be driv on,
Nor Demmercrats nuther, thet hev wut to live on; 190
Ef it aint jest the thing thet’s well pleasin’ to God,
It makes us thought highly on elsewhere abroad;
The Rooshian black eagle looks blue in his eerie
An’ shakes both his heads wen he hears o’ Monteery;
In the Tower Victory sets, all of a fluster,
An’ reads, with locked doors, how we won Cherry Buster;
An’ old Philip Lewis—thet come an’ kep’ school here
Fer the mere sake o’ scorin his ryalist ruler
On the tenderest part of our kings in futuro—
Hides his crown underneath an old shut in his bureau, 200
Breaks off in his brags to a suckle o’ merry kings,
How he often hed hided young native Amerrikins,
An’ turnin’ quite faint in the midst of his fooleries,
Sneaks down stairs to bolt the front door o’ the Tooleries.[22]
You say, ‘We’d ha’ seared ’em by growin’ in peace,
A plaguy sight more then by bobberies like these’?
Who is it dares say thet our naytional eagle
Won’t much longer be classed with the birds thet air regal,
Coz theirn be hooked beaks, an’ she, arter this slaughter,
‘ll bring back a bill ten times longer ‘n she’d ough’ to? 210
Wut’s your name? Come, I see ye, you up-country feller,
You’ve put me out severil times with your beller;
Out with it! Wut? Biglow? I say nothin’ furder,
Thet feller would like nothin’ better ‘n a murder;
He’s a traiter, blasphemer, an’ wut ruther worse is,
He puts all his ath’ism in dreffle bad verses;
Socity aint safe till sech monsters air out on it,
Refer to the Post, ef you hev the least doubt on it;
Wy, he goes agin war, agin indirect taxes,
Agin sellin’ wild lands ‘cept to settlers with axes, 220
Agin holdin’ o’ slaves, though he knows it’s the corner
Our libbaty rests on, the mis’able scorner!
In short, he would wholly upset with his ravages
All thet keeps us above the brute critters an’ savages,
An’ pitch into all kinds o’ briles an’ confusions
The holl of our civerlized, free institutions;
He writes fer thet ruther unsafe print, the Courier,
An’ likely ez not hez a squintin’ to Foorier;
I’ll be——, thet is, I mean I’ll be blest,
Ef I hark to a word frum so noted a pest; 230
I sha’nt talk with him, my religion’s too fervent.
Good mornin’, my friends, I’m your most humble servant.

[Into the question whether the ability to express ourselves in articulate language has been productive of more good or evil, I shall not here enter at large. The two faculties of speech and of speech-making are wholly diverse in their natures. By the first we make ourselves intelligible, by the last unintelligible, to our fellows. It has not seldom occurred to me (noting how in our national legislature everything runs to talk, as lettuces, if the season or the soil be unpropitious, shoot up lankly to seed, instead of forming handsome heads) that Babel was the first Congress, the earliest mill erected for the manufacture of gabble. In these days, what with Town Meetings, School Committees, Boards (lumber) of one kind and another, Congresses, Parliaments, Diets, Indian Councils, Palavers, and the like, there is scarce a village which has not its factories of this description driven by milk-and-water power. I cannot conceive the confusion of tongues to have been the curse of Babel, since I esteem my ignorance of other languages as a kind of Martello-tower, in which I am safe from the furious bombardments of foreign garrulity. For this reason I have ever preferred the study of the dead languages, those primitive formations being Ararats upon whose silent peaks I sit secure and watch this new deluge without fear, though it rain figures (simulacra, semblances) of speech forty days and nights together, as it not uncommonly happens. Thus is my coat, as it were, without buttons by which any but a vernacular wild bore can seize me. Is it not possible that the Shakers may intend to convey a quiet reproof and hint, in fastening their outer garments with hooks and eyes?

This reflection concerning Babel, which I find in no Commentary, was first thrown upon my mind when an excellent deacon of my congregation (being infected with the Second Advent delusion) assured me that he had received a first instalment of the gift of tongues as a small earnest of larger possessions in the like kind to follow. For, of a truth, I could not reconcile it with my ideas of the Divine justice and mercy that the single wall which protected people of other languages from the incursions of this otherwise well-meaning propagandist should be broken down.

In reading Congressional debates, I have fancied, that, after the subsidence of those painful buzzings in the brain which result from such exercises, I detected a slender residuum of valuable information. I made the discovery that nothing takes longer in the saying than anything else, for as ex nihilo nihil fit, so from one polypus nothing any number of similar ones may be produced. I would recommend to the attention of viva voce debaters and controversialists the admirable example of the monk Copres, who, in the fourth century, stood for half an hour in the midst of a great fire, and thereby silenced a Manichæan antagonist who had less of the salamander in him. As for those who quarrel in print, I have no concern with them here, since the eyelids are a divinely granted shield against all such. Moreover, I have observed in many modern books that the printed portion is becoming gradually smaller, and the number of blank or fly-leaves (as they are called) greater. Should this fortunate tendency of literature continue, books will grow more valuable from year to year, and the whole Serbonian bog yield to the advances of firm arable land.

The sagacious Lacedæmonians, hearing that Tesephone had bragged that he could talk all day long on any given subject, made no more ado, but forthwith banished him, whereby they supplied him a topic and at the same time took care that his experiment upon it should be tried out of earshot.

I have wondered, in the Representatives’ Chamber of our own Commonwealth, to mark how little impression seemed to be produced by that emblematic fish suspended over the heads of the members. Our wiser ancestors, no doubt, hung it there as being the animal which the Pythagoreans reverenced for its silence, and which certainly in that particular does not so well merit the epithet cold blooded, by which naturalists distinguish it, as certain bipeds, afflicted with ditch-water on the brain, who take occasion to tap themselves in Faneuil Halls, meeting-houses, and other places of public resort.—H.W.]


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