78. LXXVIII.
“WAILETH AND CUSSETH.”
Saint's Rest, (wich is in the Stait uv Noo Gersey,) }
December the 26th, 1864.
I've heerd from Savanner! I hev red uv it.
Fancy the feelins uv a man who hed bin for
weeks spectin 2 heer uv Sherman's bein entirely
chawd up by the undanted Suthern melishy!
The follerin impromptoo cuss and wale (ekally
mixt) reflex the stait uv mind uv the Dimokrasy
uv this sekshun.
Hart-sick, weery, alone, bustid.
Gone-up, flayed, skind, hung out.
Smashed, pulverized, shiverd, scatterd.
Physikt, puked, bled, blistered.
Sich is Dimokrasy!
Alone I sit, like Marius, among the rooins!
Alone I sit and cuss, and this is my cuss:
Cussid be Calhoon, for he interdoost us to that
paintid harlot, Stait Rites, who sedoost us.
Cussid be Peerse, who consentid 2 the Nebrasky
bill, wich bustid us.
Cussid be Bookannon, who favored Lecompton,
wich peeled us.
Cussid be Breckinridge, who woodent support
Duglis, and 'lectid Linkin, wich give our post-or-fises
2 Ablishnists.
Cussid be the post-masters—may they bekum
suddently insane, and wildly go 2 trustin out
postige stamps to Dimekrats.
Cussid be Grant, and Sheriden, and Rosycrance,
for they 've dun for Demokrasy.
Cussid be them ez went in the army Dimekrats,
and cum out Ablishnists. (Wich is a eppydemic.)
Cussid be Vallandigum, wich went a practisin
law, leevin me in the Dimokrasy biznis alone,
without enny cappytle to run on.
[SPESHLY HOT.]
Cussid be Sherman, for he took Atlanta.
And he marcht thro the Confedrisy, and respected
not the feelins uv ennybody.
His path wuz, like Moses's, lit with pillers uv
fire and smoke, only the fire and smoke wuz behind
him.
His path is a desert—lo, the voice uv the
Shanghy is heerd not in all the land.
And the people uv the South lift up ther voisis
and weep, becoz their niggers are not.
And he took Savanner, and cotton enuff 2 hev
satisfide Bookannon's cabbynet.
And he turns his eyes toward Charleston, and
is serusly thinkin uv Richmond.
He starteth with three-skore thousand—he stoppeth
with three-skore and ten.
The wind bloweth where it listeth—he listeth
where he goeth.
As the lode-stone is to steel, so is his steel to
the Georgia nigger—it draweth him on.
Who will save us from the fury uv this Sherman?
who will deliver us from his hand?
Johnston he beat, Hood he fooled, and Wheeler
he flogged.
Lee wood do it; but he 's holdin Grant, and can't
let go uv him.
So he cavorts ez he wills, like a yerlin mule
with a chesnut burr under his tale.
Bitter in the mouth uv a Dimekrat is qwinine,
bitterer is gall, but more bitterer is Fedral victrys.
We have bin fed on victrys lately, and our
stumick turns.
Played out is Davis, and Dimokrasy hez follered
soot.
The Dimokrasy is turnin war-men—they are
bowin the knee to Linkin.
Voorhees will yet be a Briggydeer, and Vallandigum
will cry aloud for a war uv exterminashen,
and Fernandywood will howl for drafts.
For tho John Brown's body lies all mouldy in
the grave, his sole is a marchin on.
I ain't the rose uv Sharon, nor the lilly uv the
valley—I 'm the last uv the Kopperheds!
I bilt my polittikle howse on sand—it hez fell,
and I 'm under the rooins.
Uv pollytix I wash my hands, I shake its dust
orf my few remanin garmence.
Petroleum V. Nasby,
Lait Paster uv the Church uv the Noo Dispensashun.
