IDEAS ABOUT CIVIL RIGHTS.

Globe, Volume III, Issue 274, 28 April 1875, Page 3

IDEAS ABOUT CIVIL RIGHTS.

(Wild Oats.) A sapient-looking Fayetteville darkey, oscillating between twenty and twenty-five summers, overtook an old negro on the street the other day, and wedging him in a fence corner, proceeded to acquaint him with all the gorgeous provisions of the Civil Eights Bill. Young Africa inqjarted to old Africa a fund of valuable information, thusly—- “ Well, Uncle Billy, Sumner’s swivel rights bill has passed de Senate ob de United States, widout a murmur, “ Is dat so, Josiar?”

“Jess so. Uncle Billy. And say, Uncle Billy, we colored pussons is gwine to see whose pervisions is in de pot. We are gwine to be allowed to ride free on de railroads, smoke in de ladies’ car, and (put our feet on de percussions ob de seats wheneber we dam please. ” “ Is dat so, Josiar ?” “Jess so, Uncle Bill. And say, Uncle Billy, we’s gwine to be allowed to stop at de hotels, and eat at the head ob de table, and hab de biggest slices ob de chickens, and lay around in de parlor, and spit on de carpets, and make de white trash hustle themselves and wait on us widout grumblin, and wheneber de boss ob de concern shoves a bill at us, we’ll hab him sent to Washington and obscured in the plenipotentiary.” “Is dat so, Josiar ?” “Jess so, Uncle Billy. And say, Uncle Billy, we’s gwine to be allowed to go to de white schools and set up on de flatform wid de teacher and learn gehography, triggermanomtry, gehominy, Latin, Dutch, French, Choctaw, algeebray, rheumatics, de rule ob thrice, and de diarrhea. ”

Is dat so, Josiar ’ ” “Jess so, Uncle Bill. And say, Uncle Billy, we’s gwine to be allowed to be buried in italic coffins wid looking-glasses on top ob dem, and dey will hab to carry its on a bearse to de grabe yard and bury us on top ob de white folks, so when de day ob resurrection am arrived and de angel Gabriel come tootin’ along, he’ll sing out troo his trumpet—‘All you colored gemmen rise fust ?’ And say, Uncle Bill, de pervisions ob dat bill—” “What’s dot you say ’bout pervisions, Josiar ?” “ Well, Uncle Billy, as I was gwine on to state, de pervisions ob dat bill —” “Stop right dare, losiar. You say dere’s pervisions dat bill ? ” “Jess so, Uncle Billy. De pervisions ob de bill—” “ Stop right dare, Josiar. Ef dare’s pervisions in dat bill I want a sack ob flour dis berry minnit. Never mind de smokin’ in de ladies car, and de gehography, and ■Latin, and de italics coffins. I want de pervisions, Josiar. Dey’s all dere in de bill wuff a cent ! ”