The Rhode Island Republican

From the Providence Herald.

A DISH OF POLITICS.

The Following conversation, between Cudjo, of Newport, and Caesar, of Providence, on the evening of Election day, was overheard by a person standing near them.

Cudjo. Ah, Caesar, I glad for see you. No see you fore for two thousand year.

Cæsar. Why, Cudjo, you live yet.— Look young as when you and I tend table at poor old Massa house, when he hove gran dinner or Govn'r Fenner farrer You remember de geminen wear rume shirt, cock'd hat, gole head cane, powder hair, den dey look like someting.

Cudjo. Yes, I remember, dem was time worth havin. Gemnimen were genmen. Ebery ting go wrong now. You Providence folk got de Dehil in you.—What you all mean, turn out old Govn'r put in boy? Old Govn'r best Govn'r since his farrer day.

Cesar. I gree. ebory ting go wrong. All your Newport folk doing. Dat Ben Hazard work. Yes, all hin work. Why you no keep him home? He be de Debil when he right—worse dan de Debil when he wrong. Suppose I and you meddle with politic, dey would brenk our hend. I no know how he keep clear, make such fuss too.

Cudjo. He cunning man. Dat de way.

Cesar. Our folk so cunning, we get de upper hand bumby.

Cesar. I wont own him—ho be too dam bad to be in de company of gemmen. W Providence colored folk look high. We grod you turn out dat Bull. I hope you did all you could. When we make petition to Gen. Assmbly, dat Bull make motion. try us by our peer, and Ben on committee. I so mad, I-tell um take petition right way.

Cudjo. You see de procession, when dey go op to de Court House. I tink de longest we have for gool many year.

Cesar. I go up too, not in de procession do. Dnin Ben Hazord impudenee. He dare. Dey say old Govn'r mako speech in de arternoon. New Govn'r no say word. No spose he know how.

Cudjo. Why he no get his broder law make one for him?

Casar. Dat too hard, make de colored olk do all de work, have white Govn's hoo. I sell yom whnt, Ben work so hatd ore lexun, he tired.

Cudjo. lle have harder work ore he gn to Comgress, in room of Robin. I hent folk say whni he arter. Old Robjn cupning, he be, Do Ben know a ting or two?

Casar. What pretty set of fellow your got here. Dere Ben, buse old man, young man too—den dey join him and turn out old Govn'r. I dont tink much of young Robin.

Cudjo. You know what Lirhn Potier say bout hien? When he go Warhinton. dey take his measure—dey never tind of firo little nough for him.

Casar. I hear dare, dat oder spcctncle, man too, mad with Messr. Pierce; cause he no give up, let hin go Congress. Lod, ho. no more fit dan cock tirkey, wid red gobblers, do he gobble pretty loud too, some tine.

Cudjo. Dey say he rite good deal for toder side. You take de opposition paper?

Cesar. No, no. I no brack my tinger such trash!

Cudjo. You come stay all night my honse. We talk more bout dig ting.

Cæsar. Yes, I will. Good bye!, God brees you.