63. LXIII.
“WAILETH AND CUSSETH.”
Saint's Rest (wich is in the Stait uv Noo Jersey), }
December the 26th, 1864.
I've heerd from Savanner! I hev read uv it. Fancy the
feelins uv a man who hed bin for weeks spectin to heer uv
Sherman's bein entirely chawed up by the undanted Suthern
melishy!
The follerin impromptoo cuss and wale (ekally mixt) reflex
the stait uv mind uv the Dimokrasy uv this secshun: —
Hart-sick, weary, alone, bustid.
Gone-up, flayed, skinned, hung out.
Smashed, pulverized, shivered, scattered.
Physikt, puked, bled, blistered.
Sich is Dimokrasy!
Alone I sit, like Marius, among the ruins!
Alone I sit and cuss, and this is my cuss:
Cussid be Calhoon, for he interdoost us to that painted
harlot, State Rites, who sedoost us.
Cussid be Peerse, who consented to the Nebrasky bill, wich
busted us.
Cussid be Bookannon, who favored Lecompton, wich peeled us.
Cussid be Breckinridge, who woodent support Duglis, and
'lectid Linkin, wich give our post-orfises to Ablishnists.
Cussid be the post-masters — may they bekum suddenly
insane, and wildly go to trustin out postage stamps to
Dimekrats.
Cussid be Grant, and Sheriden, and Rosecrance, for they've
dun for Demokrasy.
Cussid be them ez went in the army Dimekrats, and cum out
Ablishnists. (Wich is a epidemic.)
Cussid be Vallandigum, wich went a practisin law, leevin
me in the Dimokrasy biznis alone, without any capital 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 pillars 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 in the South lift up ther voices and weep,
becoz their niggers are not.
And he took Savanner, and cotton enuff to hev satisfied
Bookannon's cabinet.
And he turns his eyes towards Charleston, and is seriously
thinkin uv Richmond.
He started with three-score thousand — he stopped with
three-score 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, a yearlin mule with a chestnut
burr under his tail.
Bitter in the mouth uv a Dimekrat is quinine, bitterer is gall,
but more bitterer is Fedral victories.
We hev bin fed on victories 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 Briggadeer, and Vallandigum will
cry aloud for 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 Copperheds!
I bilt my politikle house on sand — it hez fell, and I'm under
the ruins.
Uv pollitix I wash my hands, I shake its dust orf my few
remainin garments.
Petroleum V. Nasby,
Lait Paster uv the Church uv the Noo Dispensashun.
