The Massachusetts Spy, And Worcester County Advertiser

Miscellaneous.
From the Augusta (Georgia) Chronicle.
BARNEY BLINN--AGAIN.
"Oh Barney! leave the gals alone;
Why Barney leave the gals alone!
O, Barney leave the gals alone,
And let them quiet be."
Old Song.
It must be acknowledged by every one
who has taken the least trouble to notice,
that the talents and dispositions of men
are exposed more or less, according to the
circumstances under which they live. In
times of public danger, when the dearest
rights of a nation are invaded, and liberty
is trampled under the feet of oppression,
then, and only then, the patriot is seen rising
from the depths of ignominy; throwing
off the shackles of thraldom--making
powerful appeals to his fellow sufferers,
and hurling the bolts of vengeance with
tenfold fury upon the myrmidons of tyranny.
Had it not been for that sacred declaration
of rights, which proclaimed these
United States free, sovereign and independent,
we never had beheld that galaxy
of talent and patriotism which enveloped
the forms of Washington, Franklin, Jefferson,
and Adams, and many other philanthropic
co-workers on the foundation of
liberty. Had not Greece been endangered
by a powerful enemy, the voice of Demosthenes
would have been mute; had it not
been for the secret corruption that was
eating into the very vitals of degenerate
Rome, the wondering eloquence of Cicero
would have been lost in the world; and,
for the same reason, had not a controversy
existed between Georgia and the General
Government, nobody would ever have
known that there was a Barney Blinn living
among us, armed with the buckler of
patriotism and the thunder of eloquence.
So it is--Barney has arisen from the
shades of obscurity to emblazon the political
world, and in the legislative halls, to
"breathe words of fire." But, as I said, the
dispositions and talents of men are accommodated
to circumstances--so has Barney
under the mighty influence of the blind
god, "fall'n, fall'n from his high estate."
Mark Anthony spurned an imperishable
crown of glory to win the smiles of Cleopatra,
bartered his honor for a transient
bliss, and died on a couch of ignominy.
It is true the political sagacity of Barney
won him many strong friends; he was a
patriot to the very finger nails, and the
steam boats, snapping turtles, &c. looked
upon him as being destined to establish
permanently the inviolable rights of their
native state. The best on the floor of
Congress could not hold a candle to Barney--
but, go, my country!) he was under
the dominion of two pretty gooseberry eyes,
and the fire of patriotism burnt out and
left the cinders of love! Alarming as this
intelligence may be to the Troup party, yet
I conceive it my bounden duty to inform
them of it as soon as practicable, that they
may drive him from his Calypso as the sage
Mentor did the youthful Telemachus, and
inspire him with a new and more glorious
spirit.
Barney's popularity was not confined to
his fellow men, but extended to the fair.
His bone and muscle were the admiration
of all the country girls. Not that he was
an Adonis; no, they adored the Hercules
blended with a little Mercury and no small
portion of the Mars; three excellent ingredients
to please the eye of Venus.
"Dorcas," said he, one day, to his favorite,
as he entered squire Dodd's with a
rifle in his hand and his two hounds Tally
and Snap, close at his heels, "you see I've
com'd to see you according to promise.
It's all over, and may I be d--d if I an't
a member of the legislater, right out an'
out; I'm elected in this 'ere quarter, unanimously.
Rip roan, gal, for the bridle's
broke!--and if the 'ministration don' ha.
to wince now, there's no snakes. I'll
swinge the pate of John Quincy, 'till it
looks as frightful as quails on the porcupine,
and I'll make him swear Georgians is
pluck to the spine. Give us a shake o'
your corn-stealer, why you jook out in
sorts. Dorcas."
"I reckon, Barney," said the timid Dorcas,
"that now bekase you're turned Legislaterman,
you'll leave off comin' here,
and in futur hitch your creter to the rack
afore Patty Pott's door, she havin' larnt an
edification at boardin' school."
"Now, Dorcas," answered the half offended
lover, "you're going to come your
old riggs on me. Pollytics has elyvated
me, and I'll stick by it. But, (continued
he, slapping his hands and looking marvelously
loving) for you, Dorcas, I'll do al-
most nothing; but I love pollytics."
"Ar'nt you ashamed, you unheedful man:
you'n spoken it now right out to my very
face. I reckon on Polly Ticks as no better
than other folks, though you make so much
of her."
"Oons, Dorcas! you're moughtily out in
your reck'nin'. I mean Pollytics, a sort o'
thing for what all men fights and talks in
these days you see. Georgia and gin'ral
government is politics now—the last having
made confringements on the rights o' the
first. Spose now a fellow should take a
gourd off on a vine, and say I'll be swinged
if that aint a squash!'-and then 'spose
another fellow shou'd say, you lie!—it isa
gourd—and then they fought about it-
that's pretty much now what the people
call pollytics. Mayhap you dont read the
newspapers, Dorcas? Jack Spear says, in
his Spectator, that newspapers is the renicle
of public 'pinion, and the freedom ofthe
press should be held sacred and revileable.
But come Dorcas—now that I'm member of
leguslater, I 'spose you wont swagger long
about the bill which I'm going for to introduce.
I'm not much of a curricle in love
matters; howsomdever, as Jack Spear
says, I've a little monument within
me whirh whispore me that I dont nab you,
this megeantly, I may whistle for you here-
after. I could'nt do justice to my innoculation
speech, if I knowed the procession
of you was jubus. I've drawed a swinging
big plantation in the territory of the new
counties, and has gotten beside it a track
of land at home, which in disjunction with
a good difficiency of political ragacity,
and my rememjus powers of roarity and
elliquince, I reckon we mought paddle our
canoes together pretty snipshush like.-
They says that it takes a man of great
parts, or big strong limbs, to be in the
legislatur about these times, for the nation
is in a state of risto-crazy, and it wants
rale roarers to hold gin'ral government
in and keep him from flying the track,
and I'll be peppered like a Christmas turkey
if I ha'nt the very feller to do it. I'm not
affeared of their refernal duilling, as they
calls it, when two feliers shute their pistol
in the air, as though they was pracshising
on the wing; no, I'm a rale true contunentaler,
and the 'ole possy come-at-us on 'em
that backs 'ministration; and may, I be
Here Dorcas gently placed her hand
over his mouth, and bade him not to be so
unheedful of her company, nor talk so
much outlandish gibberish, as she could
not understand it for the life of her. Barney,
as if under the influence of a superior
being, instinctively let fall the hand and
foot he had raised to hurl the thunderbolt,
and the lion yielded with the meekness of
a lamb to the all powerful appeal of beauty.
His country was again forgotten, and not a
word of politics was spoken until some
time after the squire had united the happy
couple in the holy bands of wedlock, which
happened the following week, much to the
mortification of the discomfited host of
Dorcas's fair rivals.