68. LXVIII.
LAMENTETH OVER THE APOSTASY OF THE
SAINTS.
Saint's Rest (wich is in the Stait uv Noo Jersey), }
March the 13th, 1865.
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I hev peroosed the papers agin.
To me, noosepapers is pizen, and the telegraph wuss than
watered whisky.
For they bring tidings uv evil to me, and tidings uv grate
joy to the Ablishnists.
Wilmington hez follered Charleston, and Columby is a mass
uv rooins.
Sherman hez gone and did it agin, and Bragg succumbs to
Schofield.
Lee is in Richmond like a rat in a cistern — he can't git out,
and it's shoor death to stay in.
Weepin I can't do, for my water-works hev given out from
too much yoose; cussin is uv no avail, for I can't do justis to
the subject.
And the household uv the faithful hev apostatized — they
bow the knee to the Moloch Linkin.
Wher is them who bought revolvers to resist the drafts?
Lo! them ez live in Noo Hampsheer is filin affidavits that
they bought em to plant corn, by shootin the kernels atween
the cracks uv the stuns in their fields, ez is the custom uv the
country.
Them ez live in the West sware great oaths that they bought
em to shoot rats with.
Wher is them ez swore solemn oath, in their lodges, to give
neither man nor dollar for the war?
Lo! they shell out their hundreds to draft funds, and are
busy gettin substitoots.
Wher is them who swore ef they had to go, they wood shoot
North?
Lo! they wuz drafted, and they went like lambs to the
slawter, 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 twelve
dollars per month — for his labor they hug him to their
buzzums.
Wher is them who propheside 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
close, ez the hat will show that goeth around at the close uv
my lectures.
Where is them who contributed 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 an eel.
In disgust I spit upon it — in my wrath I leave it to its fate.
Vallandigum and Voorhees hev gone into the law; I shel
embark into bounty-jumpin.
Petroleum V. Nasby,
Lait Pastor uv the Church uv the Noo Dispensashun.
