84. LXXXIV.
LAMENTETH OVER THE APOSTACY OF THE SAINTS.
Saint's Rest (wich is in the Stait uv Noo Gersey, }
March the 13th, 1865.
I hev peroosed the papers agin.
To me, noozepapers is pizen, and the telegraff
wuss ner watered whisky.
For they bring tidings uv evil to me, and
tidings uv grate goy to the Ablishnists.
Wilmington hez follered Charleston, and Columby
is a mass uv rooins.
Sherman hez gone and did it agin, and Bragg
suckums to Schofield.
Lee is in Richmond like a rat in a cistern—he
can't git out, and it 's shoor deth to stay.
Weepin I can't do, for my water-works hev
given out frum too mutch yoose; cussing is uv no
avale, for I can't do justis 2 the subgick.
And the household uv the faithful hev apostatized—they
bow the knee to the Molock Linkin.
Wher is them who bought revolvers to resist
the drafts?
Lo! them ez live in Noo Hamsheer is filin affidavits
that they bought em to plant corn, by
shootin the kernels atween the cracks uv the
stuns in their feelds, ez is the custum uv the
country.
Them ez live in the West sware grate oaths
that they bought em to shoot rats with.
Wher is them ez swore solem oaths, in their
lodges, to give neither man nor dollar for the
war?
Lo! they shell out their hundreds to draft funds,
and are bizzy gittin in substitoots.
Wher is them who swore ef they had to go,
they wood shoot North?
Lo! they wuz draftid, and they went like lams
to the slaughter, and are now enthoosiastic in the
killin uv their Suthern brethern.
Wher is them who swore no nigger shood cum
North?
Verily, the contraband sweateth on their farms
at 12 dollars per munth—for his labor they hug
him to their buzzum.
Wher is them who profeside that greenbax
wood be wuthless, and swore they would never
take em?
Lo, they sell their hosses, and their wheat, and
their lands, and will reseeve in pay therefor nuthin
else; they hoard em clost, ez the hat will show
that goeth around at the close uv my lectures.
Where is them who contribbitid to the support
uv Vallandigum?
In my distress I asked wun uv em for a single
quarter, and he bade me be damned.
There is no faith in mankind—there is none
troo—no, not wun.
The party hez flickered out—it standeth not
up in its strength—it hez no more backbone than
a eel.
In disgust I spit upon it—in my wrath I leeve
it to its fate.
Vallandigum and Voorhees hev gone into the
law; I shel embark into bounty-jumpin.
Petroleum V. Nasby,
Lait Paster uv the Church uv the Noo Dispensashun.
