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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=563850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Minutes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of The Jackson Hall Debating Society, December 5, 1877</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My muse inspire me, while I tell<br>The weighty matters that befell<br>On Monday night at Jackson Hall<br>December fifth. I'll tell it all,<br>Day and year I'll tell you even,<br>'Twas eighteen hundred seventy-seven.<br>The Jacksonites were out in force,<br>No common thing was up of course,<br>But something rare and rich and great,<br>'Twas nothing short of a debate;<br>What was the question? Let me see,<br>Yes; 'Can Christians consistently<br>Engage in war against a brother<br>And at the same time love each other?'<br>But first and foremost let me say,<br>My muse has taken me astray,<br>So I'll return to the beginning<br>Digression is my common sinning<br>For which your pardon I implore,<br>If granted, I will sin no more,<br>That is no more till the next time,<br>For when I'm forging out a rhyme,<br>The narrative which I would fix up,<br>I somehow rather oddly mix up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A president must first be got,<br>So they elected James M. Scott,<br>He said he'd serve; (and that was clever,)<br>A little while, but not forever.<br>A paper called a 'constitution,'<br>Was read and on some person's motion,<br>Was all adopted, at a word,<br>A thing that seemed to me absurd.<br>Then instantly to work they went,<br>And filled the chair of president,<br>And William Henderson they took,<br>They knew their man just like a book.<br>A scribe was wanted next to keep,<br>A record of their doings deep.<br>On looking round they cast the lot,<br>And so it fell on David Scott.<br>A treasurer was next in order<br>When looking up and down the border,<br>For one to hoard the gold and silver,<br>The mantle fell on Joseph Miller.<br>The executive committee<br>Was now to fill and here we see<br>A piece of work I apprehend,<br>May lead to trouble in the end,<br>For while they only wanted five,<br>Yet six they got, as I'm alive,<br>First they installed Peter Jaquett,<br>Then John Creswell, two men well met,<br>James Law, but they were not enough,<br>And so they added William Tuft.<br>One more was wanted that was plain,<br>That one was found in John McKane,<br>But when the five were call'd to meet<br>There were but four came to the seat;<br>There are but four, said one so racy,<br>So they elected William Gracy.<br>Now you perceive this grave committee<br>Which numbers five both wise and witty,<br>Has got into a pretty fix<br>With but five seats and numbers six.<br>The question for the next debate<br>Was then selected, which I'll state<br>If I have only got the gumption<br>To make some word rhyme with resumption,<br>'Should Congress now repeal the act<br>To pay all debts in gold in fact.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The speakers now were trotted out<br>Their sides to choose and take a bout<br>Upon the question, which I stated<br>As having been so well debated,<br>Namely, 'Can christians go to war,'<br>The very devil might abhor<br>To contemplate this proposition<br>Offspring of pride and superstition<br>That brothers by a second birth,<br>Should make a very hell of earth.<br>The war of words waxed loud and long,<br>Each side was right, the other wrong;<br>The speakers eager for the fray,<br>Wished their ten minutes half a day;<br>But time and tide will wait for none,<br>So glibly did the gabble run,<br>That nine o'clock soon spoiled the fun,<br>And all that rising tide of words,<br>Was smothered never to be heard.<br>The fight is o'er, the race is run,<br>And soon we'll know which side has won,<br>But this is not so easy done;<br>Indeed I have a world of pity<br>For the executive committee<br>Who hear in silence all this clatter<br>And then decide upon the matter;<br>To give each speaker justice due,<br>And sift the error from the true,<br>Is not an easy thing to do.<br>To decide what facts have any bearing<br>Upon the question they are hearing,<br>And generally keep in hand<br>The arguments, so strong and grand,<br>And draw from them a just conclusion<br>Without a mixture of confusion;<br>The negative got the decision<br>Unanimous, without division.<br>The speakers then took their position,<br>Upon the doubtful proposition<br>Of the repeal of gold resumption,<br>Upon the plausible presumption,<br>That those who pay must have the money,<br>That laws of Congress, (that seems funny,)<br>Are not above the laws of trade,<br>And therefore cannot be obeyed.<br>Here now my muse, poor worthless jade,<br>Deserted, as I was afraid<br>From the beginning she would do;<br>So I must say good-night to you,<br>And these long rambling minutes close,<br>In just the dullest kind of prose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+John+Scott">David John Scott</a><div class=q>
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My muse inspire me, while I tell
The weighty matters that befell
On Monday night at Jackson Hall
December fifth. I'll tell it all,
Day and year I'll tell you even,
'Twas eighteen hundred seve..."></div>
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