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ORPHEUS C. KERR PAPERS.
NEW YOKE:
BLAKE MAN & MASON,
21 MURRAY STREET.
1862.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by
BLAKEMAN & MASON,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the [Tnited States, for the Southern
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CONTENTS.
LETTER I.
PAGB
SHOWING HOW OTTR CORRESPONDENT CAME INTO THE WORLD '. WITH SOME PAR
TICULARS CONCERNING HIS EARLY CHILDHOOD 9
LETTER II.
SHOWING HOW THE WRITER INCREASED IN TEARS AND INDISCRETION, AND
HOW HE WAS SAVED FROM MATRIMONY BY THE LAMENTABLE EXAMPLE OF
JED SMITH 14
LETTER III.
OUR CORRESPONDENT BECOMES LITERARY, AND FATHOMS CERTAIN MYSTERIES
OF JOURNALISM. HE PRODUCES A DISTINCTIVE AMERICAN POEM, AND
GAINS TUB USUAL REWARD OF YOUTHFUL GENIUS 22
LETTER IV.
DESCRIBING THE 6OUTH IN TWELVE LINES, DEFINING THE CITIZEN'S FIRST DUTY,
AND RECITING A PARODY 81
LETTER T.
CONCERNING THE GREAT CROWD AT THE CAPITAL, OWING TO THE VAST INFLUX
OF TROOPS, AND TOUCHING UPON FIRE-ZOUAVE PECULIARITIES AND OTHER
MATTERS 87
LETTER VI.
INTRODUCING THE MACKEREL BRIGADE, DILATING ON HAVELOCKS AS FIRST
MADE BY THE WOMEN OF AMERICA, ILLUSTRATING THE STRENGTH OF HABIT
AND WEAKNESS OF " SHODDY," AND SHOWING HOW OUR CORRESPONDENT
INDULGED IN A HUGE CANARD, AFTER THE MANNER OF AN ENLIGHTENED
DAILY PRESS 42
IV CONTENTS.
LETTER VII. P,
RECORDING TIIE FIRST SANGUINARY EXPLOIT OF THE MACKEREL BRIGADE, AND
ITS VICTORIOUS ISSUE
LETTER VIII.
THE REJECTED "NATIONAL HYMNS"
LETTER IX.
IN WHICH OUR CORRESPONDENT TEMPORARILY DIGRESSES FROM WAR MATTERS
TO BOMANTIC LITERATURE, AND INTRODUCES A WOMAN'S NOVEL. 68
LETTER X.
MAKING CONSERVATIVE MENTION OF THE BATTLE OF BULL RUN AND ITS EVENTS.
THE FIRE-ZOUAVE'S VERSION OF THE AFFAIR, AND so ON 74
LETTER XI.
GIVING AN EFFECT OF TIIE NEW BUGLE DRILL IN THE MACKEREL BRIGADE, AND
MAKING SOME NOTE OF THE LATEST IMPROVEMENTS IN ARTILLERY, ETC 82
LETTER XII.
GIVING AN ABSTRACT OF. A GREAT ORATOR'S FLAGGING SPEECH, AND RE
CORDING A DEATHLESS EXPLOIT OF THE MACKEREL BRIGADE 88
LETTER XIII.
SUBMITTING VARIOUS RUMORS CONCERNING THE CONDITION OF THINGS AT
THE SOUTH, WITH A SKETCH OF A LIGHT SKELETON REGIMENT AND A NOTE
OF VILLIAM BROWN'S RECRUITING EXPLOIT 94
LETTER XIV.
BHOWINO HOW OUR CORRESPONDENT MADE A SPEECH OF VAGUE CONTINUITY,
AFTER TIIE MODEL OF TIIE LATEST APPROVED STUMP ORATORY
LETTER XV.
WHEREIN WILL BE FOUND THE PARTICULARS OF A VISIT TO A SUSPECTED
NEWSPAPER OFFICE, AND SO ON.
105
LETTER XVI.
INTRODUCING THE GOTHIC STEED, PEGASUS, AND THE REMARKABLE GERMAN
CAVALRY FROM THE WEST. . . 109
CONTEXTS.
LETTER XVII.
PAGE
NOTINa A NEW VICTORY OP THE MACKEREL BRIGADE IX VIRGINIA, AND IL
LUSTRATING T1IE PECULIAR THEOLOGY OF VILLIAM BROWN J W1TU SOME
MENTION OF THE SHARP-SHOOTERS 114
LETTER XVIII.
DESCRIBING THE TERRIBLE DEATH AND MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OP A
CONFEDERATE PICKET, WITH A TRIBUTE TO HIS MEMORY 120
LETTER XIX.
NOTICING THE ARRIVAL OP A SOLID BOSTON MAN WITH AN UNPRECEDENTED
LITERARY PRIZF., AND SHOWING HOW VILLIAM BROWN WAS TRIUMPHANTLY
PROMOTED. . . 124
LETTER XX.
CONCERNING A SIGNIFICANT BRITISH OUTRAGE, AND THE CAPTURE OP MASON
AND 8LIDELL 7 181
LETTER XXI.
DESCRIBING CAPTAIN VILLIAM BROWN'S GREAT EXPEDITION TO ACCOMAC, AND
ITS MARVELLOUS SUCCESS 186
LETTER XXII.
TREATING OF VILLIAM'S OCCUPATION OF ACCOMAC, AND HIS WISE DECISION IN
A CONTRABAND CASE 144
LETTERXXIII.
CONCERNING BRITISH NEUTRALITY AND ITS COSMOPOLITAN EFFECTS, WITH
SOME ACCOUNT OF HOW CAPTAIN BOB SHORTY LOST HIS COMPANY 149
LETTER XXIV.
NARRATING THE MACKEREL BRIGADE'S MANNER OP CELEBRATING CHRIBT-
MAB, AND NOTING A DEADLY AFFAIR OF HONOR BETWEEN TWO WELL-
KNOWN OFFICERS 158
LETTER XXV.
PRESENTING THE CHAPLAIN'S NEW YEAR POEM, AND REPORTING THE Bltf-
GULAR CONDUCT OF THE GENERAL OF THE MACKEREL BRIGADE ON THB
DAT HE CELEBRATED 1W
VI CONTENTS.
LETTER XXYI. PAGE
PARTICULARS OF A FALSE ALARM, AND A BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH
OF THE OFFICER COMMANDING. . . . . 173
LETTER XXVII.
TOUCHING INCIDENTALLY UPON THE CHARACTER OF ARMY FOOD, AND CELE
BRATING THE GREAT DIPLOMATIC EXPLOIT OF CAPTAIN VILLIAM BROWN
AT ACCOMAC 177
LETTER XXVIII.
CONCERNING THE CONTINUED INACTIVITY OF THE POTOMAC ARMY, AND SHOW
ING HOW IT WAS POETICALLY CONSTRUED BY A THOUGHTFUL RADICAL. . . . 184
LETTER XXIX.
INTRODUCING A VERITABLE "MUDSILL," ILLUSTRATING YANKEE BUSINESS
TACT, NOTING THE DETENTION OF A NEWSPAPER CHARTOGRAPHIST,
AND 60 ON , .. 190
LETTER XXX.
DESCRIPTION OF THE GORGEOUS FETE AT THE WHITE HOUSE, INCLUDING THE
OBSERVATIONS OF CAPTAIN VILLIAM BROWN I WITH SOME NOTES OF THE
TOILETTES, CONFECTIONS, AND PUNCH 196
LETTER XXXI.
TREATING OF THE GREAT MILITARY ANACONDA, AND THE MODERN XANTIPPE. 203
LETTER XXXII.
COMMENCING WITH A BURST OF EXULTATION OVER NATIONAL VICTORIES, RE
FERRING TO A SENATORIAL MISTAKE, DEPICTING A WELL-KNOWN CHARAC
TER, AND REPORTING THE RECONNOISSANCE OF THE WESTERN CEN
TAURS... .. 209
LETTER XXXIII.
EXEMPLIFYING THE TERRIBLE DOMESTIC EFFECTS OF MILITARY INACTIVITY
ON THE POTOMAC, AND DESCRIBING THE METAPHYSICAL CAPTURE OF
FORT MUGGINS 219
LETTER XXXIV.
BEGINNING WITH A LAMENTATION, BUT CHANGING MATERIALLY IN TONE AT
TUB DICTUM OF JED SMITH 22S
CONTENTS. Vll
LETTER XXXY. PAGE
GIVING PRACTICAL ILLUSTRATION OP MODERN PATRIOTISM, AND CELEBRATING
TH£ ADVANCE OF THE MACKEREL BRIGADE TO MANASSA8, ETC 289
LETTER XXX V I .
CONCERNING THE WEAKNESSES OF GREAT MEN, THE CURIOUS MISTAKE OF A
FRATERNAL MACKEREL, AND THE REMARKABLE ALLITERATIVE PERFORM
ANCE OF CAPTAIN V1LLIAM BROWN 248
LETTER XXXVII.
DESCRIBKTG THE REMARKABLE STRATEGICAL MOVEMENT OF THE CONIC
SECTION, UNDER CAPTAIN BOB SHORTY 254
LETTER XXXVIII.
INTRODUCING THE VERITABLE " HYMN OF THE CONTRABANDS," WITH EMAN
CIPATION MUSIC, AND DESCRIBING THE TERRIFIC COMBAT A LA MAIN
BETWEEN CAPTAIN VILLIAM BROWN, OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA,
AND CAPTAIN MUNCUAUSEN, OF THE SOUTUEUN CONFEDERACY 260
LETTER XXXIX.
SHOWING HOW A REBEL WAS REDUCED, AND CONVERTED TO " RECONSTRUC
TION," BY TIIE VALOROUS ORANGE COUNTY HOWITZERS 270
LETTER XL.
RENDERING TRIBUTE OF ADMIRATION TO THE WOMEN OF AMERICA, WITH A
REMINISCENCE OF HOBBS & DOBBS, ETC 2T6
LETTER XLI.
CITING A NOTABLE CASE OF VOLUNTEER SURGERY, AND GIVING AN OUTLINE
SKETCH OF " COTTON SEMINARY11. . . 283
LETTER XLII.
REVEALING A NEW BLOCKADING IDEA, INTRODUCING A GEOMETRICAL STEED,
AND NARRATING THE WONDERFUL EXPLOITS OF THE MACKEREL SHARP
SHOOTER AT YORKTOWN
LETTER XLIII.
CONCERNING MARTIAL LITERATURE; INTRODUCING A DIDACTIC POEM BY
THE "ARKAN8AW TRACT SOCIETY," AND A BIOGRAPHY OF GARIBALDI
FOR THE SOLDIER ..294
Vlll CONTENTS.
LETTER XLIY.
SHOWING HOW THE GREAT BATTLE OF PARIS WAS FOUGHT AND WON BY THE
MACKEREL BRIGADE, AIDED AND ABETTED BY THE IRON-PLATED FLEET
OF COMMODORE HEAD 306
LETTER X L Y .
EXEMPLIFYING THE INCONSISTENCY OF THE CONSERVATIVE ELEMENT, AND
SETTING FORTH THE MEASURES ADOPTED BY CAPTAIN VILLIAM BROWN IN
HIS MILITARY GOVERNMENT OF PARIS 314
LETTER XLVI.
WHEREIN IS SHOWN HOW THE GENERAL OF THE MACKEREL BRIGADE FOL
LOWED AN ILLUSTRIOUS EXAMPLE, AND VETOED A PROCLAMATION. ALSO
RECORDING A MILITARY EXPERIMENT WITH RELIABLE CONTRABANDS 322
LETTER X L Y I I .
INTRODUCING A POEM BASED UPON AN IDEA THAT IS IN VIOLET — A POEM FOR
WHICH ONE OF THE WOMEN OF AMERICA IS SOLELY RESPONSIBLE 829
LETTER XL Y III.
TREATING CHIEFLY OF A TERRIBLE PANIC WHICH BROKE OUT IN PARIS, BUT
SUBSEQUENTLY PROVED TO BE ONLY A NATURAL EFFECT OF STRATEGY 333
LETTER XLIX.
NOTING THE ARCHITECTURAL EFFECTS OF THE GOTHIC STEED, PEGASUS, AND
DESCRIBING THE MACKEREL BRIGADE'S SANGUINARY ENGAGEMENT WITH
THE RICHMOND REBELS , . . 840
LETTER L.
REMARKING UPON A PECULIARITY OF VIRGINIA, AND DESCRIBING COMMODORE
HEAD'S GREAT NAVAL EXPLOIT ON DUCK LAKE, ETC 361
LETTER LI.
GIVING DUE PROMINENCE ONCE MORE TO THE CONSERVATIVE ELEMENT, NOTING
A CAT-AND-DOG AFFAIR, AND REPORTING CAPTAIN BOB SHORTY'S FORAG
ING EXPEDITION ...
LETTER LIT.
DESCRIBING AMONG OTHER THINGS, A SPECIALITY OF CONGRESS, A VENERABLE
POPULAR IDOL, AND THE DIFFICULTIES EXPERIENCED BY CAPTAIN SAM-
YULE SA-MITH IN DYING. . . . . 874
LETTER I.
SHOWING HOW OUR CORRESPONDENT CAME INTO THE "WORLD: WITH
SOME PARTICULARS CONCERNING HIS EARLY CHILDHOOD.
WASHINGTON, D. C., March 20tb, 1861.
JUDGE not by appearances, my boy ; for appear
ances are very deceptive, as the old lady cholcrically
remarked when one, who was really a virgin on to
forty, blushingly informed her that she was ajust
twenty-five this month."
Though you find me in Washington now, I was
born of respectable parents, and gave every indica
tion, in my satchel and apron days, of coming to
something better than this, — much better, my boy.
Slightly northward of the Connecticut river, where
a pleasant little conservative village mediates be
tween two opposition hills, you may behold the land
scape on which my infantile New England eyes first
traced the courses of future railroads.
Near the centre of this village in the valley, my
boy, and a little back from its principal road, stood
the residence of my worthy sire — and a very pretty
residence it was. From the frequent addition of a
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new upper-room here, a new dormer window there,
and an innovating skylight elsewhere, the roof of the
mansion had gradually assumed an Alpine variety of
juts and peaks somewhat confusing to behold. Local
tradition related that, on a certain showery occasion,
a streak of lightning was seen to descend upon that
roof, skip vaguely about from one peak to another,
and finally slink ignominiously down the water-pipe,
as though utterly disgusted with its own inability to
determine, where there are so many, which peak it
should particularly perforate.
Years afterwards, my boy, this strange tale was
told me by a venerable chap of the village, and I
might have believed it, had he not outraged the prob
ability of the meteorological narrative with a sequel.
" And when that streak came down the pipe,"
says the aged chap, thoughtfully, "it struck a man
who was leaning against the house, ran down to his
feet, and went into the ground without hurting him
a mite !"
With the natural ingenuousness of childhood I
closed one eye, my boy, and says I :
" Do you mean to tell me, old man, that he was
struck by lightning, and yet wasn't hurt ?"
" Yes," says the venerable chap, abstractedly cut
ting a small log from the door-frame of the grocery
store with his jack-knife ; " the streak passed off
from him, because he was a conductor."
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" A conductor ?" says I, picking up another stone
to throw at the same dog.
"Yes/' says the chap confidentially, "he was a
conductor — on a railroad."
The human mind, my boy, when long affected by
country air, tends na-turally to the marvellous, and
affiliates with the German in normal transcendent
alism.
Such was the house in which I came to life a cer
tain number of years ago, entering the world, like a
human exclamation point, between two of the an
griest sentences of a September storm, and adding
materially to the uproar prevailing at the time.
Next to my parents, of whom I shall say little at
present, the person I can best remember, as I look
back, was our family physician. A very obese man
was he, my boy, with certain sweet-oiliness of man
ner, and never out of patients. I think I can see
him still, as he arose from his chair after a profound
study of the case before him, and wrote a prescrip
tion so circumlocutory in its effect, that it sent a
servant half a mile to his friend, the druggist, for
articles she might have found in her own kitchen,
aqua pumpaginis and sugar being the sole ingredients
required.
The doctor had started business in our village as a
veterinary surgeon, my boy ; but, as the entire extent
of his practice for six months in that line was a call
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to mend one of Colt's revolvers, lie finally turned his
attention to the ailings of his fellows, and wrought
many cures with sugar and water Latinized.
At first., my father did not patronize the new doc
tor, having very little faith in the efficacy of sugar
and water without the addition of a certain other
composite often seen in bottles ; but the doctor's neat
speech at a Sunday school festival won his heart at
last. The festival was held near a series of small
waterfalls just out of the village, my boy, and the
doctor, who was an invited guest, was called upon
for a few appropriate remarks. In compliance with
the demand he made a speech of some compass, end
ing with a peroration that is still quoted in my native
place. He pointed impressively to the waterfalls,
and says he :
" All the works of nature is somewhat beautiful,
with a good moral. Even them cataracts/' says he,
sagely, " have a moral, and seem eternally whisper
ing to the young, that ' Those what err falls'."
. The effect of this happy illustration was very
pleasing, my boy ; especially with those who prefer
morality to grammar ; and after that, the physician
had the run of all the pious families — our own in
cluded.
It was a handsome compliment this worthy man
paid me when I. was about six months old.
Having just received from my father the amount
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of his last bill, he was complacent to the last degree,
and felt inclined to do the handsome thing. He
patted iny head as I sat upon my mother's lap, and
says he :
" How "beautiful is babes ! So small, and yet so
much like human beings, only not so large. This
boy," says he, fatly, looking down at me, " will make
a noise in the world yet. He has a long head, a
very long head."
" Do you think so ?" says my father.
" Indeed I do," says the doctor. " The little fel
low/' says he, in a sudden fit of abstraction, " has a
long head, a very long head — and it's as thick as it is
long."
There was some coolness between the doctor and
my father after that, my boy : and, on the following
Sunday, my mother refused to look at his wife's new
bonnet in church.
I might cover many pages with further account of
childhood's sunny hours ; but enough has been given
already to establish the respectability of my birth,
despite my present location ; and there I let the mat
ter rest, my boy, for the time being.
Yours, retrospectively,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER II.
SHOWING HOW THE WRITER INCREASED IN YEARS AND INDISCRETION,
AND HOW HE WAS SAVED FROM MATRIMONY BY THE LAMENTABLE
EXAMPLE OF JED SMITH.
WASHINGTON, D. C., March 25th, 1861.
To continue from where I left off, my boy : be
tween the interesting ages of ten and eighteen I went
to school at the village academy, working through
the English branches and the Accidence, with a
lively sense of a preponderance of birch in the former,
and occasional class-sickness in the latter.
Those were my happiest days, my boy ; and as I
look back to them now, for a moment all my flip
pancy leaves me, and 1 forget that I am an American
and a politician. Those dear old days ! those short,
unreal days ! Only long in being long past.
It was just after the eternal " Bonus — Bona — Bo-
num" of the master had ceased to ring in my ears,
that I commenced to be a young man. I knew that
I was becoming a young man, my boy ; for it was
then that I began to regard the unmarried women of
America with sheepish bashfulness, and stumbled
awkwardly as I entered my father's pew in church.
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Then it was that the sound of a young female giggle
threw me into a cold perspiration, and a looking-
glass deluded me into gesticulating in solitude before
it, and extemporizing the speeches I was to make
when called upon to justify the report of fame by
admiring populaces.
Do you remember the asinine time in your own
life, my boy, — do you remember it ? I know that
you do, my boy, for I can feel your blush on iny own
cheeks.
Of the few women of America who looked upon
me with favor, there was one — Ellen — whom I really
loved, I think ; for of all the girls, the mention of
her name, alone, gave me that peculiar feeling in
which instinctive impulse blends undefinably and
perpetually with a sense of reverent respect ; or,
rather, with a sense of some unworthiness of self.
Ellen died before I had known her a year. I thought
afterwards, like any other youngster, that I loved
half-a-dozen different girls ;• but, even in maturer
years, second love is a poor imitation. Say what you
will about second love, my boy, in the breast of him
truly a man, it is but an imperium in imperio — a
flower on the grave of the first.
There was one young woman of America in our
village, my boy, about whom the chaps teased me not
a little ; and I might, perhaps, have been teased into
matrimony, like many another unfortunate, but for
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the example of a Salsbury chap I met one night in
one of the village stores. He was a Yankee chap
with much southwestern experience, my boy, and
when he heard the lads teasing me about a woman,
he hoisted his heels upon the counter, and says he :
" Anybody'd think that creation was born with a
frock on, to hear the way you younkers talk woman.
Darn the she-critters !" says he, shutting his jack-
knife with a clash. " I'd rayther be as lonesome as a
borryed pup, than see a piece of caliker as big as a
pancake. What's wimmen but a tarnation bundle of
gammon and petticoats. Powerful ! Be you married
folks, stranger ?"
" Not yet," says I.
"Don't never be then," says he. " My name's
Smith — one of the Smithses down to Salsbury, that's
guaranteed to put away as much provender and carry
as big a turkey as ever set on critters down in that
dees trie t. And whilst my name's Smith, there'll
never be a younker to call me ' daddy,' ef a gal was
to have Jerusalem tantrums after me. You'rn a
stranger, and ain't married folks ; but I don't mind
tellin' ye about a golfired rumpus I got into down in
Salsbury when I .took to a gal that stuck out all
around like a hay-stack, an' was a screamer at choir-
meetin' and such like. Her name was Sal Green —
one of the Greenses down in Pegtown — and the first
time I took a notion to her was down to the old shingle
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meetin' -house, when Sam Spooner had a bury in'.
"When the parson gets out a hymn, she straightened
up like a rooster at six o'clock of daybreak, and let
out a string of screams that set all the babies to
yelping as though big pins was goin' clean through
their insides. Geewhillikins ! how the critter did
squawk and squeal, and turn up her eyes like a sick
duck in a shower. I was jest fool enough to think it
pooty ; and when my old man says, says he, i Jed,
you're took all of a heap with that pooty creeter,'
I felt as ef chills an' fever was givin' me partikiler
agony. Says I, i She's an armful fur the printze of
Wales, and ef that Bob Tompkins don't stop makin'
eyes at her over there, I'll give him sech a lacing that
he won't comb his hair for six weeks/
" The old man. put a chaw into his meat-safe, and
shut one eye ; and, sez he-: ( Jed, you're a fool ef
you don't hook that gal's dress fur her before next
harvestin'. She's a mighty scrumptious creetur, and
just about ripe for the altar. Jest tell her there's
more Smithses wanted an' she'll leave the Greenses
'thout a snicker.' I rayther liked the idee : but I
told the old man that his punkin-pie was all squash ;
because it wouldn't do to let on too soon. When the
folks was startin' from the church, I went up to Sal,
and sez I, l Miss, I s'pose you wouldn't mind lettin'
me see you tu hum.' She blushed like a biled lob
ster, and sez she : ' I don't know your folks.' I felt
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sorter streaked ; but I gev my collar a hitch, and sez
I : i I'm Mister Smith : one of the Smithses of this
deestriet, an' always willin' for a female in distress/
Then she made a curtesy, an' was goin' to say some-
thin', when Bob Tompkins steps up, and sez he :
' There's a-goin' to be another buryin' in this settle
ment, ef some folks don't mind their own chores, an'
quit foolin' with other folkses company !' This riled
me rite up, and sez I : ' There's a feller in this
deestrict that hain't had a spell of layin' on his back
for some time : but he's in immediate clanger of
ketchin' the disease bad.' Bob took a squint at the
width of my chist, and then he turned to Sal, who
was shakin' like a cabbage leaf in a summer gale, and
sez he : ( Sal, let's marvel out of bad company before
it spiles our morials/ With that he crooked one of
his smashin' machines, and Sal was jest hookin' on,
when I put the weight of about one hundred pounds
under his ear, an' sez I : e Jest lay there, Bob Tomp
kins, until your parients comes out to look fur your
body.' He went down as ef he'd been took with a
suddint desire to examine the roots of the grass, and
Sal screamed out that I'd murdered the rantankerous
critter. Sez I : ' The tombstun that's fur his head
ain't cut yet : but I calkilate it'll be took out of
the quarry ef he comes smellin' around my heels
ag'in.' Jest as I made this feelin' remark, the var
mint began to scratch earth as ef he had a mind to
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see how it would feel to be on his pins ag'in, and I
crooked my elbow to Sal and thought it was about
time to marvel. She layed up to me like a pig to a
rough post, and we peregrinated along for some dis
tance until we were pretty nigh hum. I was askin'
her cf it hurt her much when she sung, an' she was
sayin' ' not partikeler,' when all of a suddint somethin'
knocked Fourth-o'-July fireworks out of my eyes,
and I went to grass with my heels up. It was Bob
Tompkins, and sez he : ' Lay there, Mr. Smith, and
let us here from you by the next mail/ For a min
ute, I thought I was bound for glory, but pooty soon
I come to my oats, and then I rolled over and seen
Bob a-squeezing Sal's hand. All right, my prooshian
blue, thinks I, there'll be a 'pothecary's bill for some,
family in this here deestrict : but I won't say who's
to pay it at present. I jest waited to see the feller
try to put his nose into Sal's face, and then I stretched
to my feet, and sez I : £ This here pasture wants a
little mashin' down to make it fruitful, and it's my
impreshun that I can do it.' Sal see that I was
bound to make somebody smell agony, so she jist
ripped away from Bob, and marveled for the house,
screaming ' fire,' like a scrumptious fire-department.
Bob looked after her for a minit, and then he turned
to me, and sez he : ' I hope your folks have got some
crape to hum ; because there's goin' to be a job fur
our wirtuous sexton.' I kinder smiled outer one eye,
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and' sez I : ( When Sal and I is married, we'll drop a
tear fur the early decease of an individual who never
would hev been born if it hadn't been for your pa-
rients.' This riled Bob up awful, and he came right
at me, like a mad bull at a red shawl. I felt some-
thin' drop on the bridge of my nose, and see a hull
nest of sky rockets all at onct ; but I only keeled for
the shake of a tail, and then I piled in like a mad
buffalo with' the cholic. It was give and take for
about five minutes ; and, I tell you, Bob played
away on my nose like a Trojan. The blood flu some,
and I was sorry I hadn't said good-bye to the folks
before I left them ; but I gave Bob some happy
evidences of youthful Christianity around his goggles,
.and pooty soon he looked as ef he'd been brought up
to the charcoal business. We was makin' pooty
good time round the lot, when, all of a suddint, Sal
came running up with her father and mother ; and,
sez the old feller : ' Ef you two members of the church
don't stop your religious exercises, there'll be some
preachin' from the book of John.'
" With that, Bob took his paw out of my hair,
and sez he : ' Smithses son hit me the first whack.'
I jest promenaded up to the old man, and sez I : ' If
you'll jest show me a good buryin'-place, I'll take
pleasure in makin' a funeral for the Tompkinses.'
The old man looked kinder queerious at Sally, and
she commenced to snicker ; and sez she : ' What are
you two fellers rumpussin' about ?' I looked lovin'
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at her, and sez I : l It's to see who shall hev the poot-
iest gal of all the Greenses/ When I said this, the
old man bust into a larf like a wild hyenner. ; and the
old woman, she put her hands across her stummik
and begin to larf like mad, and Sal she snickered
right eout in my countenance, and sez she : ' Why,
I'm engaged to Sam Slocum !'
" Strannger, there's no use of talkin'. My hair riz
right up like a blackin'-brush, and Bob's eyes came
out like peas out of a yaller pod. There was speech
less silence for two minits, and then says Bob :
{ There's a couple of golfired fools somewheres in this
country, and it's a pity their dads ever seen their
mothers.' I see he felt powerful mean, so I walked
up to him, and sez I : ( Suppose we go and look for
the New Jerusalem ?' He jest hooked to my elbow,
and without sayin' another word, we marveled for hum.
"Sence that, I hain't held no communion with
petticoats, and ef I ever get married, you shall hev
an invite to the funeral."
As I went home that night, my boy, after hearing
the story of that rude, unlettered man, I made up
my mind to have nothing more to do with the uncer
tain women of America; until my position should be
such that they would not dare to "fool" me. The
women of America, my boy, are equally apt at mak
ing a fool of a man in his own estimation, and a man
of a fool in their own. 9 Yours, for celibacy,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER III.
OUR CORRESPONDENT BECOMES LITERARY, AND FATHOMS CERTAIN MYS
TERIES OF JOURNALISM. HE PRODUCES A DISTINCTIVE AMERICAN
POEM, AND GAINS THE USUAL REWARD OF YOUTHFUL GENIUS.
WASHINGTON, D. C., March 31st, 1S61.
As far I can trace back, my boy, we never had a
literary character in our family, save a venerable aunt
of mine, on my mother's side, who . commenced her
writing career by refusing to contribute to the Sunday
papers, and subsequently won much fame as the au
thoress of a set of copy-books. When this gifted rel
ative found herself acquiring a reputation, she came
in state to visit us, and so disgusted my very practical
father by wearing slip-shod gaiters, inking her right
hand thumb nail every morning, calling all things by
European names, and insisting upon giving our old
est plough horse the romantic and literary title of
" Lord Byron/' that my exasperated parent incurred
a most tremendous prejudice against authorship, my
boy, and vowed, when she went away, that he never
would invite her presence again.
I was only twenty years old at that time, and the
novelty of my aunt's conduct had rather an infatu-
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ating effect upon me. With that perversity often
observable in youngsters before they have seen much
of the world, I became deeply interested in my lite
rary relative as soon as my father commenced to
speak contemptuously of her pursuits, and it took
very little time to invest me with a longing and de
termination to be a writer.
Thenceforth I wore negligent linen ; frequently
rested my head upon the forefinger of my right hand,
with a lofty and abstracted air ; assumed an expres
sion of settled and mysterious gloom when at church,
and suffered my hair to grow long and uncombed.
Speaking of the masculine literary habit of wearing
the hair in this way, my boy, I find myself impressed
with a profound metaphysical idea. You have prob
ably noticed that writers following this fashion will
frequently scratch their heads when inspiration plays
the laggard. It is also true that wearers of long and
uncombed hair who are not writers, will scratch their
heads in the same way, occasionally. The action be
ing the same in both cases, can it be that physiolog
ical inspection would develope an affinity between the
natural causes thereof ?
I have often thought of this, my boy, — I've often
thought of this.
My bearing during this period of infatuation could
hardly fail to attract considerable attention in our
village, and there were two opinions about me. One
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was that I had been jilted ; the other, that I was
about to become a vagabond and an actor. My
father inclined to the former, and left me, as he
thought, to get over my disappointment in the nat
ural way.
My peripatetic spell had lasted about six weeks, my
boy, when I formed the acquaintance of the editor of
the Lily of the Valley, who permitted me to mope in
his office now and then, and soothed my literary in
flammation by permitting me to write " puffs " for
the village milliner.
Oh ! the fierce and tremendous ecstasy of that
moment when I first saw my own words in print,
with not more than six typographical errors in each
line : — " QUEBN VICTORIA, it is said, is comind to
this coontry for the xpress purpose of obtaining
one of these beautiful spring bunnets at Madame
Smith's."
I noticed as I went home on the day of publication,
that all whom I passed paused to look after me. I
was already famous. The discovery, -on reaching our
house, that one of my temples was somewhat fingered
with printers' ink, did not shake me in this belief, my
boy ; I was too far gone for that.
The editor of the Lily treated me considerately,
and even asked me at times to accompany him to the
place where he daily sipped inspiration, gaining there
by a fresh flow of ideas and the qualified immortality
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of certain additional chalk-marks on the back of a
door. I refer to a spirituous establishment.
Finding that the editorial treasury did not redeem
its verbal promissory notes, my boy, the proprietor
of this establishment suddenly put forth a new sign,
conspicuously reading : —
TIMOTHY TROT,
LICENSED LIQUOR DE&LSH, |
$ AND §
& ASSOCIATE EDITOR OF THE " LILY OF THE VALLEY." v\
The editor went to .him, and says he :
" What do you mean by this impertinence, Tim
othy ?"
The liquor chap stuck his hands into his pockets,
my boy, and says he :
" If I furnish inspiration for nothing, I may as well
have some literary credit. The village swallows what
you furnish," says the chap, reasoningly, " and you
swallow what I furnish, and so I'm the head editor
after all"
But he took down the sign, my boy, when the ed
itor dissolved the partnership by paying his score.
What are called Spirited Editorials in the New
York papers, my boy, very often involve two swal
lows as well as a spread-eagle.
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While looking over some old magazines in the Lily
office one day, I found in an ancient British periodi
cal a raking article upon American literature, wherein
the critic affirmed that all our writers were but weak
imitators of English authors, and that such a thing-
even as a Distinctively American Poem sui generis,
had not yet been produced.
This radical sneer at the United States of America
fired my Yankee blood, my boy, and I vowed within
myself to write a poem, not only distinctively Amer
ican, but of such a character that only America
could have produced it. In the solitude of my room,
that night, I wooed the aboriginal muse, and two
days thereafter the Lily of the Valley contained my
distinctive American poem of
THE AMERICAN" TRAVELER.
To Lake Aghmoogenegamook,
All in the State of Maine,
A man from "Wittequergaugaum came
One evening in the rain.
"I am a traveler," said he,
" Just started on a tour,
And go to Nomjamskillicook
To-morrow morn at four."
He took a tavern bed that night,
And with the morrow's sun,
By way of Sekledobskus went,
With carpet-bag and gun.
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A week passed on ; and next we find
Our native tourist como
To that sequestered village called
Genasagarnagum.
From thence he went to Absequoit,
And there— quite tired of Maine —
He sought the mountains of Vermont,
Upon a railroad train.
Dog Hollow, in the Green Mount State,
"Was his first stopping-place,
And then Skunk's Misery displayed
Its sweetness and its grace.
By easy stages then ho went
To visit Devil's Den ;
And Scrabble Hollow, by the way,
Did come within his ken.
Then, via Nino Holes and Goose Green,
He traveled through the State,
And to Virginia, finally,
"Was guided by his fate.-
"Within the Old Dominion's bounds,
He wandered up and down,
To-day, at Buzzard Roost ensconced,
To-morrow, at Hell Town.
At Pole Cat, too, ho spent a week,
Till friends from Bull Ring came,
And made him spend a day with them
In hunting forest game.
Then, with his carpet-bag in hand,
To Dog Town next he went ;
Though stopping at Free Negro Town,
Where half a day he spent.
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From thence, into Negationburg
His route of travel lay,
Which haying gained, he left the State
And took a southward way.
North Carolina's friendly soil
He trod at fall of night,
And, on a bed of softest down,
He slept at Hell's Delight.
Mom found him on the road again,
To Lousy Level bound;
At Bull's Tail, and Lick Lizzard, too,
Good provender he found.
The country all about Pinch Gut
So beautiful did seem,
That the beholder thought it like
A picture in a dream.
But the plantations near Burnt Coat
"Were even finer still,
And made the wond'ring tourist feel
A soft, delicious thrill.
At Tear Shirt too, the scenery
Most charming did appear,
With Snatch It in the distance far,
And Purgatory near.
But spite of all these pleasant scenes,
The tourist stoutly swore,
That home is brightest, after all,
And travel is a bore.
So back he went to Maine, straightway,
A little wife he took ;
And now is making nutmegs at
Moosehicmagunticook.
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In his note, introductory of this poem, my boy, the
editor of the Lily affirmed (which is strictly true)
that I had named none but veritable localities ; and
ventured the belief that the composition would re
mind his readers of Goldsmith. Upon which his
scorpion contemporary in the next village observed,
that there was rather more smith than gold about the
poem. Genius, my boy, is never appreciated until
its possessor is dead ; and even the useless praise it
then obtains is chiefly due to the pleasure that is
experienced in burying the poor wretch.
Up to the time when this poem appeared in print,
I had succeeded in concealing from my father the
nature of my incidental occupation ; but now he
must know all.
He did know all, my boy ; and the result was, that
he gave me ten dollars, and sent me to New York to
look out for myself.
" It's the only thing that will save him," says he
to my mother, " and I must either send him off, or
expect to see him sink by degrees to editorship, and
commence to wear disgraceful clothes."
I went to New York ; I became private secretary
and speech-scribe to an unscrupulous and, therefore,
rising politician ; and now — I am in Washington.
Thus, my boy, have I answered your desire for an
outline of my personal history ; and henceforth let
me devote my attention to other and more important
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inhabitants of our distracted country. I had a cer
tain postmastership in my eye when I first came
hither ; "but war's alarms indicate that I may do
better as an amateur hero.
Yours inconoclastically,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER IV.
DESCRIBING THE SOUTH IN TWELVE LINES, DEFINING THE CITIZEN'S
FIRST DUTY, AND RECITING A PARODY.
WASHINGTON. D. C., April — , 1SG1.
THE chivalrous South, my boy, has taken Fort
Sumter, and only wants to be " let alone." Some
things of a Southern sort I like, my boy ; Southdown
mutton is fit for the gods, and Southside particular
is liquid sunshine for the heart ; but the whole coun
try was growing tired of new South wails before this,
and my present comprehensive estimate of all there
is of Dixie may be summed up in twelve straight
lines, under the general heading of
REPUDIATION.
'Neath a ragged palmetto a Southerner sat,
A-twisting the band of his Panama hat,
And trying to lighten his mind of a load
By humming the words of the following ode :
" Oh! for a. nigger, and oh ! for a whip;
Oh ! for a cocktail, and oh ! for a nip ;
Oh! for a shot at old Greeley and Beecher;
Oh ! for a crack at a Yankee school-teacher ;
Oh ! for a captain, and oh ! for a ship ;
Oh ! for a cargo of niggers each trip."
And so he kept oh-ing for all he had not,
Not contented with owing for all that he'd got.
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In view of the impending conflict, it is the duty of
every American citizen, who has nothing else to do,
to take up his abode in the capital of this agonized
Republic, and give the Cabinet the sanction of his
presence. Some base child of treason may intimate
that Washington is not quite large enough to hold
every American citizen ; but I'm satisfied that, if all
the democrats could have one good washing, they
would shrink so that you might put the whole blessed
party into an ordinary custom house. Some of the
republicans are pretty large chaps for their size, but
Jeff Davis thinks they can be " taken in" easily
enough • and I know that the new tariff will be
enough to make them contract like sponges out of
water. The city is full of Western chaps, at pres
ent, who look as if they had just walked out of a
charity-hospital, and had not got beyond gruel diet
yet. Every soul of them knew old Abe when he was
a child, and one old boy can even remember going
for a doctor when his mother was born. I met one
of them the other day (he is after the Moosehicma-
gunticook post-office), and his anecdotes of the Presi
dent's boyhood brought tears to my eyes, and several
tumblers to my lips. He says, that when Abe was
an infant of sixteen, he split so many rails that his
whole county looked like a wholesale lumber-yard
for a week ; and that when he took to flat-boating,
he was so tall and straight, that a fellow once took
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him for a smoke-stack on a steamboat, and didn't
find out his mistake until he tried to kindle a lire
under him. Once, while Abe was practising as a
lawyer, he defended a man for stealing a horse, and
was so eloquent in proving that his client was an
honest victim of false suspicion, that the deeply-
affected victim made him a present of the horse as
soon as he was acquitted. I tell you what, my boy,
if Abe pays a post-office for every story of his child
hood that's told, the mail department of this glorious
nation will be so large that a letter smaller than a
two-story house would get lost in it. *
Of all the vile and damning deeds that ever ren
dered a city eternally infamous, my boy — of all the
infernal sins of dark-browed treachery that ever made
open-faced treason seem holy, the crime of Baltimore
is the blackest and worst. All that April day we
were waiting with bated breath and beating hearts
for the devoted men who had pledged their lives to
their country at the first call of the President, and
were known to be marching to the defence of the
nation's capital. That night was one of terror : at
any moment the hosts of the rebels might pour upon
the city from the mountains of guilty Virginia, and
grasp the very throat of the Republic. And with
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the first dim light of morning came the news that
our soldiers bad been basely beset in the streets of
Baltimore, and ruthlessly shot down by a treacherous
mob ! Those whom they had trusted as brothers,
my boy — whose country they were marching to de
fend with their lives — assassinating them in cold
blood !
I was sitting in my room at Willard's, when a
serious chap from New Haven, who had just paused
long enough at the door to send a waiter for the
same that he had yesterday, came rushing into the
apartment with a long, fluttering paper in his
hand.
" Listen to this/' says he, in wild agitation, and
read :
BALTIMORE.
Midnight shadows, dark, appalling, round the Capitol were falling,
And its dome and pillars glimmered spectral from Potomac's shore ;
All the great had gone to slumber, and of all the busy number
That had moved the State by day within its walls, as erst before,
None there were but dreamed of heroes thither sent ere day was o'er: —
Thither sent through BALTIMORE.
But within a chamber solemn, barred aloft with many a column,
And with windows tow'rd Mount Yernon, windows tow'rd Potomac's
shore,
Sat a figure, stern and awful ; Chief, but not the Chieftain lawful
Of the land whose grateful millions "Washington's great name
adore —
Sat the form — a shade majestic of a Chieftain gone before,
Thine to honor, Baltimore !
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There he sat in silence, gazing, by a single planet's blazing,
At a map outspread before him wide upon the marble floor ;
And if 'twere for mortal proving that those reverend lips were moving,
While the eyes were closely scanning one mapped city o'er and o'er —
"While ho saw but one great city on that map upon the floor —
They were whispering — " BALTIMORE."
Thus ho sat, nor word did utter, till there came a sudden flutter,
And the sound of beating wings was heard upon the carved door.
In a trico the bolts were broken ; by those lips no word was spokeu,
As an Eagle, torn and bloody, dim of eye, and wounded sore,
Fluttered down upon the map, and trailed a wing all wet with goro
O'er the name of BALTIMORE 1
Then that noble form uprising, with a gesture of surprising,
Bent with look of keenest sorrow tow'rd tho bird that drooped bo-
fore;
" Emblem of my country !" said he, "are -thy pinions stained already
In a tide whose blending waters never ran so red before ?
Is it with the blood of kinsmen ? Tell me quickly, I implore !"
Croaked the eagle — " BALTIMORE !"
" Eagle," said the Shade, advancing, |: tell mo by what dread mis-
chancing
Thou, tho symbol of my people, bear'st thy plumes erect no more ?
Why dost thou desert mine army, sent against the foes that harm mo,
Through my country, with a Treason worlds to come shall e'er de
plore?"
And the Eagle on the map, with bleeding wing, as just before,
Blurred the name of BALTIMORE !
" Can it bo ?" tho spectre muttered. " Can it be ?" those palo lips ut
tered ;
"Is the blood Columbia treasures spilt upon its native shore?
Is there iu tho land so cherished, land for whom the great havo per
ished,
Men to shed a brother's blood as tyrant's blood was shed before ?
Where are they who murder Peace before the breaking out of war ?"
Croaked the Eagle—" BALTIMORE."
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At the word, of sound so mournful, came a frown, half sad, half scornful,
O'er the grand, majestic face where frown had never been before ;
And the hands to Heaven uplifted, with an awful pow'r seemed gifted
To plant curses on a head, and hold them there forevermore —
To rain curses on a land, aad bid them grow forevermore —
Woo art thou, 0 BALTIMORE !
Then the sacred spirit, fading, left upon the floor a shading,
As of one with arms uplifted, from a distance bending o'er ;
And the vail of night grew thicker, and the death-watch beat the
quicker
For a death within a death, and sadder than the death before !
And a whispering of woe was heard upon Potomac's shore —
Hear it not, 0 BALTIMORE !
And the Eagle, never dying, still is trying, still is trying,
With its wings upon the map to hide a city with its gore ;
But the name is there forever, and it shall be hidden never,
While the awful brand of murder points the Avenger to its shore;
While the blood of peaceful brothers God's dread vengeance doth im
plore,
Thou art doomed, 0 BALTIMORE !
" There !" says the serious New Haven chap, as he
finished reading, stirring something softly with a
spoon, " what do you suppose Poe would think, if he
were alive now and could read that ?"
" I think," says I, striving to appear calm, " that
he would be e Raven ' mad about it."
" Oh — ah — yes," says the serious chap, vaguely,
" what will you take ?"
Doubtless I shall become hardened to the horrors
of war in time, my boy ; but at present these things
unhinge me. Yours, unforgivingly,
ORPHEUS C. KERB.
LETTER V.
CONCERNING THE GREAT CROWD AT THE CAPITAL, OWING TO THE VAST
INFLUX OF TROOPS, AND TOUCHING UPON FIRE-ZOUAVE PECULIARI
TIES AND OTHER MATTERS.
WASHINGTON, D. C., May 24th, 1861.
I AM living luxuriously, at present, on the top of
a very respectable fence, and fare sumptuously on
three granite biscuit a day, and a glass of water,
weakened with brandy. A high private in the
Twenty-second Kegiment has promised to let me
have one of his spare pocket-handkerchiefs for a
sheet on the first rainy night, and I never go to bed
on my comfortable window-brush without thinking
how many poor creatures there are in this world who
have to sleep on hair mattresses and feather-beds all
their lives. Before the -great rush of the Fire Zouaves
and the rest of the menagerie commenced. I boarded
exclusively on a front stoop on Pennsylvania Avenue,
and used to slumber, regardless of expense, in a well-
conducted ash-box ; but the military monopolize all
such accommodation now, and I give way for the sake
of my country.
I tell you, my boy, we're having high old times
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here just now, and if they get any higher, I shan't be
able to afford to stay. The city is in " danger" every
other hour, and as a veteran in the Fire Zouaves re
marked, there seems to be enough danger laying
around loose on Arlington Heights to make a very
good blood-and-thunder fiction in numerous pages.
If the vigilant and well-educated sentinels happen to
see an old nigger on the other side of the Potomac,
they sing out, "Here they come!" and the whole
blessed army is snapping caps in less than a minute.
Then all the cheap reporters telegraph to their papers
in New York and Philadelphia, that " Jeff. Davis is
within two minutes' walk of the Capital, with a few
millions of men/' and all the free states send six
more regiments a piece to crowd us a little more. I
sha'n't stand much more crowding, for my fence is
full now, and there were six applications yesterday
to rent an improved knot-hole. .My landlord says
that, if more than three chaps set up housekeeping
on one post, he'll be obliged to raise the rent.
Those Fire Zouaves are fellows of awful suction, I
tell you. Just for greens, I asked one of them, yes
terday, what he came here for? "Hah !" says he,
shutting one eye, " we came here to strike for your
altars and your fires — especially your fires." General
Scott says that if he wanted to make these chaps
break through the army of a foe, he'd have a fire-bell
rung for some district on the other side of the rebels.
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He says that half a million of the traitors couldn't
keep the Fire Zouaves out of that district five min
utes. I helieve him, my boy !
The weather here is highly favorable to the free
development of perspiration and mint-juleps, and I
have enjoyed the melancholy satisfaction of losing ten
pounds of flesh in three days. One of the lieutenants
of the Eighth has a gutter about half an inch deep
worn down the bridge of his nose by the stream of
perspiration since Wednesday ; and a chap from Ver
mont melted so awfully the other day, that they had
to put him in a refrigerator to keep enough of him to
send home to his rich but pious family.
In fact, this weather makes the Northern boys fall
away awfully ; one of the Fire Zouaves fell away tre
mendously yesterday ; he fell away from Washington
to Annapolis, and then somebody had to put him in
a guard-house to keep him from perspiring all the
way back to New York. The chap that boards on
the next front stoop to me now, was so fat when he
came here that his captain refused to use him as a
sentinel, because he could not see far enough over his
stomach to detect any one approaching him. Well,
my boy, that chap has fallen away to such an ex
tent that it took me half an hour last night to find
out what part of his uniform he lived in. He blew
down three or four times while we were walking up
Pennsylvania avenue ; and while I was helping him
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up the last time, a passer-by asked me "What I
would take for that ere flag-staff ?"
By-the-by, you ought to have heard Honest Old
Abe's speech, on Wednesday, when we raised the
Star-spangled particular on the Post-office. Says he :
" On this present occasion, I feel that it will not be
out of place to make a few remarks which were not
applicable at a former period. Yesterday, the flag
hung on the staff throughout the Union, and in con
sequence of the scarcity of a breeze, there was not
much wind blowing at the time. On the present
happy occasion, however, the presence of numerous
zephyrs causes the atmosphere to agitate for our
glorious Union, and this flag, which now unfolds
itself to the sight, is observed, upon closer inspection,
to present a star-spangled appearance."
Mr. Reward's speech, which was also received with
frantic enthusiasm, sounded equally well. He said :
" I trust that this glorious spectacle will make a deep
impression upon all present, notwithstanding the fact
that I am still convinced that peace may yet put an
end to this unhappy conflict by means of a convention
of all the States on the Fourth of July, 2776, which
I have always advocated. As the President has re
marked, the breeze which has just arisen in the bay
of Naples, causes the Star-Spangled Banner to arouse
a far prouder feeling in every American breast, than
if a vessel should come in with a palmetto flag at her
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peak, and upon being asked where it came from,
should reply : ' Oh, from one of the petty republics
of America/ I have nothing more to say."
I know this report is correct, for I copied both the
speeches from a phonographic reporter's copy, and
the phonographic reporter had only taken six glasses
of old peach and honey before he went to work.
Yours, hastily,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER VI.
INTRODUCING THE MACKEREL BRIGADE, DILATING ON HAVELOCKS AS
FIRST MADE BY THE WOMEN OF AMERICA, ILLUSTRATING THE
STRENGTH OF HABIT AND WEAKNESS OF "SHODDY," AND SHOWING
HOW OUR CORRESPONDENT INDULGED IN A HUGE CANARD, AFTER
THE MANNER OF AN ENLIGHTENED DAILY PRESS.
WASHINGTON, D. C., June 15th, 1861.
THE members of the Mackerel Brigade., now sta
tioned on Arlington Heights to watch the movements
of the Potomac, which is expected to rise shortly,
desire me to thank the women of America for supplies
of Havelocks and other delicacies of the season just
received. The Havelocks, my boy, are rather roomy,
and we took them for shirts at first ; and the shirts
are so narrow-minded, that we took them for Have-
locks. If the women of America could manage to get
a little less linen in the collars of the latter article,
and a little more into the other departments of the
graceful garment, there would be fewer colds in this
division of the Grand Army.
The Havelocks, as I have said before, are roomy —
very roomy, my boy. Villiam Brown, of Company
3, Regiment 5, put one on last night, when he went
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on sentry-duty, and looked like a broomstick in a
pillow-case, for all the world. When the officer of
the night came round and caught sight of Villiam in
his Havelock, he was struck dumb with admiration
for a moment. Then he ejaculated :
" What a splendid moonbeam 1"
Villiam made a movement, and the sergeant
came up.
" What's that white object ?" says the officer to
the sergeant.
" The young man which is Villiam Brown," says
the sergeant.
" Thunder !" roars the officer, " tell him to go to
his tent, and take off that night-gown !"
" You're mistaken," says the sergeant. " The
sentry is Villiam Brown, in his Havelock, which was
made by the wimmen of America."
The officer was so justly exasperated at his mis
take, that he went immediately to his head-quarters,
and took the Oath three times running, with a little
sugar.
The Oath is very popular, my boy, and comes in
bottles. I take it medicinally myself.
The shirts made by the women of America are noble
.articles, as far down as the collar ; but would not do
to use as an only garment. Captain Mortimer de
Montague, one of the skirmish squad, put one on
when he went to the President's Reception, and the
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collar stood up so high, that he couldn't put his cap
on; while the other departments didn't quite reach to
his waist. His appearance at the White House was
picturesque and interesting, and as he entered the
drawing-room, General Scott remarked, very feel
ingly :
" Ah ! here comes one of our wounded heroes."
" He's not wounded, general," remarked an officer,
standing by.
" Then, why is his head bandaged up so ?" asked
the venerable veteran.
" Oh !" says the officer, " that's only one of the
shirts made by the patriotic wimmen of America."
In about five minutes after this conversation, I
saw the venerable veteran, the wounded hero, and the
officer taking the Oath together.
The Seventy-ninth, Highlanders, came to town
early last week, and are the finest body of Scotchmen
that were ever half kilt by uniform alone. My heart
warmed to them when I first saw them ; and, with
arms outspread, I greeted the gallant fellow nearest
to me With a tear of gratified pride in his eye, he
exclaimed :
" Auld lang syne and Scots who ha'e ; but gang
awa' wi' Heeland laddie thegither o' John Anderson
my Jo ; and, moreover, we'll tak' a right gude willie
wacht for muckle twa and braw chiel."
I told him I thought so myself.
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I'm sorry to say, my boy, that some members of
this splendid regiment are badly off for trowsers, and
shock my modesty tremendously. They probably
forgot them in their hurry to get to the war, and the
Union Pretence Committee ought to send them out
an assortment of peg-tops at once. " Not that I hob-
ject to the hinnocent hamusements of the Highland
ers, but that decency and propriety must be preserved
within the limits of the army" — as the British show
man observed.
I took a trip down to Alexandria the other night,
to see how the Fire Zouaves were getting along, and
came pretty near getting into trouble with one of
Five's screamers. He was on guard ; and when he
challenged me, the pass-word slipped my memory.
" Drop that ere butt," says he, bringing his mus
ket to a charge, " or I'll give yer a taste of the old
masheen. Who- wha- what are yer coughin' at —
sa-a-ay ?"
I was frightened, my boy, and had just commenced
the appropriate prayer of " Now I lay me down to
sleep," when suddenly an idea struck me, and I acted
on it immediately.
"Hello!" says I, " Johnny, didn't you hear the
old Hall kettle strike for the Fourth District ?
Come along .with me and help to get the old dog
cart on a jump, or Nine's roosters will get the rail
road track and have the old butt in Christie street
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before we can swing the old inasheen over a pig's
whisker/'
" Bully for you !" says he, dropping his musket,
all in a quiver, and commencing to roll up his panta
loons. " I've got a bet on that ere fire ; and ef I
don't take the starch out of that ere Nine's feller
what wears good clothes and don't do nothing — you
may just take my boots."
It was all the force of habit, you see ; and if I
hadn't stopped that Zouave, I really believe he'd
have run clean into the bosom of all the first
families, looking for the Fourth District and Nine's
feller !
The Mackerel brigade have got their new uniforms,
and they are not the martial garments it would do to
get fat in. High private Samivel Green put his on,
partially, yesterday ; but, it's a positive fact, my
boy, that by the time he got his coat buttoned, his
pantaloons were all worn out. I managed to get on
one of the uniforms myself, and the first time I went
into the open air all the buttons blew off.
I've just returned from visiting the most mournful
sight that ever made a man feel as though he'd been
peeling onions all the week, and grating horse-radish
on Sunday. It was the first dying scene of one of
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the " Pet Laminers," down at Alexandria, and, as
one of Five's chaps remarks, it was enough to make
the eye of a darning-needle weep, and bring tears to
the cheek of the Greek slave. Jim was the only
name of the sufferer, and if he ever had any other, it
had slipped his memory, though his affectionate rel
atives sometimes called him "Shorty," by way of
endearment. He was out on picket-guard the night
before, when the Southern Confederacy attempted to
pass him. He challenged the intruder, and called to
his comrades for help ; but, before the latter could
arrive, the Southern Confederacy drew a masked bat
tery from his pocket, and fired six heavy balls
through the head of the unfortunate Zouave, nearly
fracturing his skull, and breaking several panes of
glass. The cowardly miscreant then fled to an adja
cent fence, closely followed by Sherman's Artillery.
Upon discovering that he was wounded, Mr.
Shorty examined the cap on his musket, and stood it
carefully against a tree, buttoned his jacket to his
neck, and asked a comrade for a chew of tobacco.
Too full of emotion to speak, the ^comrade handed a
gentlemanly plug to the dying man, who cut about
half an ounce from it, placed it thoughtfully in his
mouth, and then stuffed his handkerchief carefully in
the hole in his forehead made by the balls.
" Is any of my brains hanging out ?" he asked of
another of his comrades.
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" No, Shorty/' answered the other, bursting into
.tears ; " you never had any to hang out/'
After this response, the dying man paused for a
moment to spit in the eyes of a dog that was smelling
around his heels, and then proceeded with his com
rades in the direction of the hospital, or the house
used for that purpose.
As they were passing the quarters of the officer
with whom I was spending the night, the expiring
Zouave stopped to twist the tail of an old darkey's
cat, which made such a noise that the officer's atten
tion was attracted, and he called the whole party
into his room. I at once noticed that the top of Mr.
Shorty's head was completely gone-, and that one of
his eyes was half-way down the back of his neck.
Upon entering the room he took a pipe from the
mantel and commenced to smoke it, giving us7 at the
same time, a history of Nine's Engine and the first
" muss " he was ever engaged in. After finishing the
pipe, and requesting me to wrap him up in the Amer
ican flag, he spit on one of my boots, and then died.
I append a short biographical sketch.
THE LATE PRIVATE SHORTY.
Mr. James Shorty, the gallant Zouave who was
shot last night by the Southern Confederacy, was
born some years ago in a place I am not aware of,
and graduated with high honors in the New York
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Fire Department. He was universally beloved for
his genial manner of taking the butt, and never hit
a feller bigger than himself. In the year 1861, he
entered the United States army as a private Zouave,
and was in it when the fate of war deprived the
country of his beloved presence. His remains will
be taken to the first fire that occurs.
Poor Shorty ! I knew him well, my boy, and shall
never forget how ready he always was to take a cigar
from
Yours, mournfully,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
P. S. — Since writing the above, I have heard that
no such occurrence took place at Alexandria. The
alarm was occasioned by the fall of a bag of hay in
one of the officers' quarters, the noise being mistaken
for the firing of a battery. Mr. Shorty, it seems,
does not belong to the Zouaves, at all, and is still in
New York.
0. C. K.
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LETTER VII.
RECORDING THE FIRST SANGUINARY EXPLOIT OF THE MACKEREL
BRIGADE, AND ITS VICTORIOUS ISSUE.
WASHINGTON, D. C., Juno 20th, 1861.
I HAVE just returned, my "boy, with my fellow-
mercenaries and several mudsills from a carnival of
gore. I am wounded — my sensibilities are wounded,
and my irrepressibles reek with the blood of the slain.
These hands, that once opened the oysters of peace
and toyed with the bivalves of tranquillity, are now
sanguinary with the red juice of battle (gushing idea !),
and linger in horrid ecstacy about the gloomy neck of
a bottle holding about a quart. Eagle of my country,
proud bird of the menagerie ! tliou art avenged!
At a late hour last evening, the Brigadier-General
of the Mackerel Brigade (formerly a practitioner in
the Asylum for Idiots) received intelligence from a
messenger that a strong force of chickens were in
trenched near Fairfax Court-House under the com
mand of a rabid secessionist named Binks. The
brigade was at once ordered over the bridge at a
double-quick, the general throwing a strong force of
skirmishers into the Potomac, and waving his sword
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repeatedly to show that he was a stranger to fear.
Shortly after touching Virginia* soil, the orderly
sergeant reported an engagement, on the left flank,
between private Yilliam Brown and the man that puts
his hair in papers. A consultation of officers was im
mediately called, and the order "About face" was given.
So excited was our general by the event, that when
the order to march was given he forgot all about the
" About face " business, and we didn't know that we
were going the wrong way until we suddenly found
ourselves at the bridge again. A consultation of
officers was immediately called, and it was deter
mined that, in consequence of the well-known revo
lution of the world on its axis, the part with the
bridge on it had taken a turn while we were halting,
and we were ordered to counterbalance the singular
phenomena by marching the other way immediately.
We had proceeded about one mile, when a scout re
ported that a shower was coming up. A consultation
of officers was immediately called, and it was deter
mined that a squad should search a neighboring farm
house for an umbrella for the Brigadier-General. The
umbrella being obtained without loss of life, we pushed
on toward Fairfax, and soon found ourselves before
the works of the enemy. A consultation of officers
was immediately called, and it was decided that the
Brigadier-General should climb a tree, in order to be
able to direct the assault effectively, and prevent the
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appearance of a widow in his family at home. The
first regiment, Watch Guards, were ordered to recon
noitre the works, and private Villiam Brown had
almost succeeded in surrounding a very fat pullet,
when Colonel Binks put his head out of the window
of his fortress, and discharged a ten-inch "boot-jack
at our centre.
The Man that puts his hair in papers was wounded
severely on one of his corns, and the Brigadier-Gen
eral slid hastily down from the tree, and retired to the
rear of an adjacent barn. A consultation of officers
was immediately called, and it was determined to form
our brigade into a square, and receive the charge of
the enemy, who speedily appeared before the breast
works with a pair of tongs in his hands. Reaching
forward with the horrid weapon, he pulled the nose
of our returned Brigadier-General with it. A con
sultation of officers was immediately called, and it
was determined that death was preferable to defeat.
Accordingly, the brigade was ordered to advance cau
tiously upon the enemy, while the orderly sergeant
was sent to harass his rear, and turn his flank, if pos
sible. Our brigadier-general attempted to lead the
charge, but made a mistake about the direction again,
and had galloped half a mile toward where we came
from before he could be convinced of his mistake.
Seeing us descending upon him, at last, like an ava
lanche, the enemy deployed to the right, and poured
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in a volley of "cusses/' throwing our right column
into confusion, and wounding the delicacy of our
chaplain. A consultation of officers was immediately
called, and it was determined to make one more dash.
We were formed into the shape of a bunch of radishes,
the brigadier-general retired a distance of two miles
to encourage us, and we poured down upon the foe
with irresistible force. His ranks were broken by the
impetuosity of our charge, and he scattered and fled
in dismay.
The engagement then became general, and in a
little while we were on our victorious way to Wash
ington again, with 150 rebel prisoners. Our captives
were chickens, in excellent condition for dressing, and
their appearance so delighted our brigadier-general —
whom we found sharpening his sword on the bottom
of his boot, some miles away — that a consultation of
officers was immediately called, and it was determined
to cook and eat them immediately, lest the President
should administer the oath of allegiance to them, and
discharge them in the morning.
Yours, victoriously,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER YIII.
THE REJECTED "NATIONAL IIYMXS."
WASHINGTON, D. C., June 80th, 1861.
IMMEDIATELY after mailing my last to you, I se
cured a short furlough, and proceeded to New York,
to examine into the affairs of that venerable Commit
tee which had offered a prize of $500 for the best
National Hymn.
Upon, going into literary circles, my boy, no less
than fifty acknowledged poets confidentially informed
me, that the idea of bribing the muse to be solemnly
patriotic was altogether too vulgar to be tolerated for
a moment by writers of reputation ; and a whole
swarm of poets, never acknowledged by anybody,
were human enough to say that $500 was not a
small sum in these times ; but they hadn't "come to
that yet, you know."
One very poor Bohemian, my boy (whose scathing
sarcasm at the expense of those degraded creatures
who prefer wealth to intellect, has often delighted
and improved the public mind), was so rash as to
intimate that the importunities of his laundress
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might drive him to the desperate resource of com
peting for the prize ; but he was quickly made to
blush for the unworthy thought, by the undisguised
contempt for his "dcm'd lowness" displayed by a
decayed young gentleman in a dirty collar and very
new neck-tie, who lives in a two-pair back in
Wooster street (fish balls and a roll twice a day), and
writes graphic sketches of fashionable life for the
wholesale market.
And yet, notwithstanding all this high-mindedness,
my boy, there is an immense amount of some sort of
genius insidiously pitted against the contemptible
§500. Astounding and distracting to relate, the
committee announces the reception of no less than
eleven hundred and fifty " anthems" !
The magnitude of eleven hundred and fifty " an
thems" is almost more than one human mind can
grasp. Allowing that each " anthem" is a quarter
of a yard long, we have a grand total of two hundred
and eighty-seven and a half yards of "anthem" ;
allowing that each " anthem" weighs half a pound
(intellectually and materially), I find a gross weight
of five hundred and seventy-five pounds of "an
them" !
Let the reflective mind consider these figures for a
moment, and it will be stricken with a sense of the
singular resemblance between Genius and other mar-
o
ketable commodities. Eleven hundred and fifty an-
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thems are enough to prove that Genius has its private
mercenary weaknesses as well as Trade, my boy, and
that brains can be bought by the yard as well as cal
ico. Genius may carry with it a seeming contempt
for the yellow dross of common humanity ; but — it
has to pay its occasional washerwoman.
And all these " anthems" are rejected by the vener
able committee ! But must they all, therefore, be
lost to the world ? I hope not, my boy, — I hope
not. Having some acquaintance with the discrimi
nating rag-merchant to whom they were turned over
as rejected, I have procured some of the best, from
which to quote for your special edification.
Imprimis, my boy, observe this
NATIONAL ANTHEM.
BY II. 'W. L , OF CAMBRIDGE.
Back in tho years when Phlagstaff, the Dane, was monarch
Over the sea- ribbed land of the fleet-footed Norsemen,
Once there went forth young Ursa to gaze at the heavens —
Ursa, tho noblest of all the Vikings and horsemen.
Musing, he sat in his stirrups and viewed the horizon,
Where the Aurora lapt stars in a North-polar manner,
Wildly he started — for there in the heavens before him
Fluttered and flew tho original Star-Spangled Banner.
The committee have two objections to this : in the
first place, it is not an "anthem" at all ; secondly,
it is a gross plagiarism from an old Scandinavian war-
song of the primeval ages.
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Next, I present a
NATIONAL ANTHEM.
BY THE HON. EDWABD E •, OF BOSTON.
Ponderous projectiles, hurled by heavy hands,
Fell on our Liberty's poor infant head,
Ere sho a stadium had well advanced
On the great path that to her greatness led ;
Her temple's propylon was shattered ;
Yet, thanks to saving Grace and "Washington,
Her incubus was from her bosom hurled;
And, rising like a cloud-dispelling sun,
She took the oil, with which her hair was curled,
To grease tho " Hub" round which revolves the world.
This fine production is rather heavy for an " an
them," and contains too much of Boston to be con
sidered strictly national. To set such an "anthem"
to music would require a Wagner ; and even were it
really accomodated to a tune, it could only be whis
tled by the populace.
We now come to a
NATIONAL ANTHEM.
BY JOHN GREEXLEAF W .
My native land, thy Puritanic stock
Still finds its roots firm-bound in Plymouth Rock,
And all thy sons unite in one grand wish —
To keep tho virtues of Preserv-ed Fish.
Preserv-ed Fish, the Deacon stern and true,
Told our New England what her sons should do,
And should they swerve from loyalty and right,
Then the whole land were lost indeed in night.
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The sectional bias of this " anthem" renders it
unsuitable for use in that small margin of the world
situated outside of New England. Hence the above
must be rejected.
Here we have a very curious
NATIONAL ANTHEM.
BY DR. OLIVER WENDELL H .
A diagnosis of our hist'ry proves
Our native land a land its native loves;
Its birth a deed obstetric without peer,
Its growth a source of wonder far and near.
To love it more behold how foreign shores
Sink into nothingness beside its stores ;
Hyde Park at best — though counted ultra-grand —
The " Boston Common" of Victoria's land —
The committee must not be blamed for rejecting
the above, after reading thus far ; for such an " an
them" could only be sung by a college of surgeons or
a Beacon-street tea-party.
Turn we now to a
NATIONAL ANTHEM.
BY RALPH WALDO E-
Source immaterial of material naught,
Focus of light infinitesimal,
Sum of all things by sleepless Nature wrought,
Of which abnormal man is decimal.
Refract, in prism immortal, from thy stars
To the stars blent incipient on our flag,
The beam translucent, neutrifying death ;
And raise to immortality the rag.
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This " anthem " was greatly praised by a celebrated
German scholar ; but the committee felt obliged to
reject it on account of its too childish, simplicity.
Here we have a
NATIONAL ANTHEM
BY WILLIAM CULLEX B .
The suu sinks softly to his evening post,
The sun swells grandly to his morning crown ;
Yet not a star our flag of Heav'n has lost,
And not a sunset stripo with him goes down.
So thrones may full ; and from tho dust of those,
New thrones may rise, to totter like the last ;
But still our country's nobler planet glows
Whilo tho eternal stars of Heaven are fast.
Upon finding that this did not go well to the air
of " Yankee Doodle," the committee felt justified in
declining it ; being furthermore prejudiced against it
by a suspicion that the poet has crowded an adver
tisement of a paper which he edits into the first line.
Next we quote from a
NATIONAL ANTHEM
BY GEN. GEORGE P. M .
In the days that tried our fathers
Many years ago,
Our fair land achieved her freedom,
Blood-bought, you know.
Shall we not defend her ever
As we'd defend
That fair maiden, kind and tender,
Calling us friend?
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Yes! Let all the echoes answer,
From hill and vale;
Yes! Let other nations, hearing,
Joy in the tale.
Our Columbia is a lady,
High-born and fair;
We have sworn allegiance to her —
Touch her who dare.
The tone of this "anthem" not being devotional
enough to suit the committee, it should be printed on
an edition of linen-cambric handkerchiefs, for ladies
especially.
Observe this
NATIONAL ANTHEM
BY N. P. W— — .
One hue of our flag is taken
From the cheeks of my blushing Pet,
And its stars beat time and sparkle
Like the studs on her chemisette.
Its blue is the ocean shadow
That hides in her dreamy eyes,
It conquers all men, like her,
And still for a Union flies.
Several members of the committee being pious, it
is not strange that this " an them" has too much of
the Anacreon spice to suit them.
We next peruse a
NATIONAL ANTHEM
BY THOMAS BAILEY A-
Tho little brown squirrel hops in the corn,
Tho cricket quaintly sings ;
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The emerald pigeon nods his head,
And the shad in the river springs,
The dainty sunflower hangs its head
On the shore of the summer sea ;
And better far that I were dead,
If Maud did not love me.
I love the squirrel that hops in the com,
And the cricket that quaintly sings;
And the emerald pigeon that nods his head,
And the shad that gayly springs.
I love the dainty sunflower, too,
And Maud with her snowy breast;
I lovo them all ; — but I love — I love —
I love my country best.
This is certainly very beautiful, and sounds some
what like Tennyson. Though it was rejected by the
Committee, it can never lose its value as a piece of
excellent reading for children. It is calculated to fill
the youthful mind with patriotism and natural his
tory, besides touching the youthful heart with an
emotion palpitating for all.
Notice the following
NATIONAL ANTHEM
BY R. II. STOD .
Behold the flag I Is it not a flag ?
Deny it, man, if you dare ;
And midway spread, 'twixt earth and sky,
It hangs like a written prayer.
"Would impious hand of foe disturb
Its memories' holy spell,
And blight it with a dew of blood ?
Ha, tr-r-aitor ! ! * * * THs well.
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And this is the last of the rejected anthems I can
quote from at present, my boy, though several hun
dred pounds yet remain untouched.
Yours, questioningly,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER .IX.
IN WHICH OUR CORRESPONDENT TEMPORARILY DIGRESSES FROM WAR
MATTERS TO ROMANTIC LITERATURE, AND INTRODUCES A WOMAN'S
NOVEL.
WASHINGTON, D. C., July — , 1SG1.
WHILE the Grand Army is making its preparations
for an advance upon the Southern Confederacy, my
boy, and the celebrated fowl of our distracted coun
try is getting ready his spurs, let me distract your
attention for a moment to the subject of harrowing
Romance as inflicted by the intellectual women of
America.
To soothe and instruct me in my leisure and more
ebrious moments, one of the ink-comparable women
of America has sent me her new novel to read ; and
before I allow you to enjoy its green leaves, my boy,
you must permit me to make a few remarks concern
ing the generality of such works.
Long and patient study of womanly works teaches
me that woman's genius, as displayed in gushing
fiction, is a power of creating an unnatural and un
mitigated ruffian for a hero, my boy, at whose shrine
all created crinoline and immense delegations of infe-
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rior broadcloth are impelled to bow. Such a one was
that old humbug, Rochester, the beloved of " Jane
Eyre." The character has been done-over scores of
times since poor Charlotte Bronte gave her famous
novel to the world, and is still "much used in
respectable families."
The great difficulty with the intellectual women
of America is, that they will persist in attempting to
delineate a phase of manly character which attracts
them above all others, but which they do not com
prehend. Woman entertains a natural fondness for
that which she can not understand, and hence it is
that we very seldom find her without a wildly-vague
admiration of Emerson.
There is in this world, my boy, a noble type of
manhood which unites dignified reserve with the most
loyal integrity, relentless pride of manner with the
kindest humility of heart, rigid indifference to the
applause of the world with the finest regard for its
honest respect, and carelessness of woman's mere
frivolous liking with the most profound and chival
rous reverence for her virtues and her love.
This is the type which, without comprehending
it, the intellectual women of America are continually
striving to depict in their novels ; and a pretty mess
they make of it, my boy, — a pretty mess they make
of it.
Their " Rochester" hero is harder to understand
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than Hamlet, when he falls into the hands of our
school-girl authoresses. He looms rakishly upon us,
my boy, a horridly misanthropic wretch, despising
the world with all the dreadful malignity of chronic
dyspepsia, and displaying a degree of moral bilious
ness truly horrifying to members of the church. His
behavior to the poor little heroine is a perpetual out
rage. Alternately he caresses and snubs her. He
never fails to make her read to him when he traps her
in the library ; and when she says, " Good night" to
him he is too deep in a "fit of gloomy abstraction"
to answer her civilly. If he calls her a " little fool,"
her fondness for him becomes ecstatic : and at the
first hint of his having murdered a noble brother and
two beautiful sisters in early life, she is led to fear
that her adoration of him will exceed the love she
owes to her Maker !
This unprincipled ruffian may be separated from the
virtuous little heroine for years, and be flirting con-
sumedly with half a dozen crinolines when next she
sees him ; yet is he loved dearly by the virtuous little
heroine all the time, and when last we hear of him,
she is resting peacefully upon his vest-pattern.
What makes the inconsistency of the whole story
still more apparent, is the intense and double-refined
piety of the heroine, as contrasted with an utter stag
nation of all morality in the breast of the ruffian.
How the two can assimilate, I do not understand ;
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and my misunderstanding is wofully augmented by
the heroine's frequent expressions of churchliness, and
the ruffian's equally frequent outbursts of waggish
infidelity.
And now, my boy, let me transcribe for you the
new novel, sent to me with such kind intent by one
of the young and intellectual women of America.
You will find much lusciousness of sentiment, my
boy, in
HI GGINS.
AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY.
BY GUSHALINA CRUSHIT.
PREFACE.
In writing the ensuing pages, I have been guided
by no motives other than those which lead the mind,
in its leisure hours, to scatter the germs of the beau
tiful. It may be urged that the character of my
hero is unnatural ; but I am sure there are many of
my sex who will discover in Mr. Higgins a counter
part of the ideal of days when life still knew the
odors of its first spring, and the soul of man seemed
to the eye of innocence an elysium of virtue into
which no gangrene of mere worldliness intruded. I
have done.
CHAPTER I.
It was on the eve of a day in the happy month of
June, that my great grandfather's carriage, drawn by
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six hundred and twenty-two white horses, drew up
under the tall palm trees before the gates of the ven
erable Higgins' Lodge, and I was lifted almost faint
ing from the wearied vehicle. As my grandfather
supported my trembling steps into the spacious hall
of the lodge, I noticed that another figure had been
added to our party. It was that of a man six feet
high, and broad in proportion, whose majestic and
spacious brow betokened realms of elysian thought
and excrescent ideality. His pallid tresses hung in
curls down his back, and an American flag floated
from his Herculean shoulders. Fixed by a fascination
only to be realized by those who have felt so, I cast
my piercing glance at him, and my inmost soul knew
all his sublimity. It was as though an angel's wing
had swept my temples, and left a glittering pinion
there.
"Mr. Higgins/' said my grandfather, "here is your
ward, Galushianna."
For an instant silence prevailed.
Then Mr. Higgins said, in tones of exquisitely
modulated thunder :
" What did you bring the d — d girl here for, you
old cuss you ?"
It was as when one sees a strain of music. I re
membered the prayers of my dear departed mother
when she sought to enlighten my speechless infancy
with divine grace, and I felt that I loved this Higgins.
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Such is life. We wander through the bowers of
love without a thought of the morrow, while the
dread vulture of predestination eats into our souls,
and cries, wo ! wo ! Truly, earthly happiness is a
mockery.
CHAPTER II.
Scarcely had I taken my seat in the library after
my grandfather had left us, when Mr. Higgins ordered
me to black his boots. This I proceeded to do with a
haughty air, scarcely daring to hope, but wishing that
he would conquer his freezing reserve, and speak to
me again. For I was but a child, and my young
heart yearned for sympathy.
Presently, Mr. Higgins turned his large gray eyes
on me, and said :
" Ha !"
After this, he remained in a thoughtful reverie for
two hours, and then turning to me, asked :
" Galushiana, what do you think of me ?"
" I think," replied I, carefully putting the black
ing-brush in its place, " that your nature is naturally
a noble one, but has been warped and shadowed by a
misconceived impression of the great arcana of the
universe. You permit the genuflexions of human sin
to bias your inind in its estimate of the true economy
of creation ; thus blighting, as it were, the fructifying
evidences of your own abstract being — "
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I blushed, and feared I bad gone too far.
" Very true," responded Mr. Higgins, after a mo
ment's pause ; " Schiller says nearly the same thing.
It was a sense of man's utter nothingness that led me
to kill my grandmother, and poison the helpless oil-
spring of my elder brother."
Here Mr. Higgins held down his head and quivered
with emotions, as the ocean quakes under the shriek
ing howl of the blast.
I felt my whole being convulsed, and could not en
dure the spectacle. I stole softly to the door, and
stammered through my tears, " Good-night, Mr. Hig
gins, I will pray for you."
He did not turn his noble head, but sa-id, in firm
tones : " Poor little beast, good night."
I went to my room, but could not sleep. Shortly
after half-past two o'clock I crawled noiselessly down
to the library-door and looked in. Mr. Higgins still
sat before the fire in the same thoughtful position.
" Poor little beast !" I heard him murmur softly to
himself — " poor little beast !"
CHAPTER III.
Let the reader transport himself to a small stone
cottage on the Hudson, and he will behold me as I
was at the age of twenty-one. I had reached that
acme of woman's career when common sense is to her
as nothing, and the world with all its follies bursts
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upon her ravished ears with ten-fold succulence. My
grandfather had been dead some fifty years, and I was
even thinking of him, when the door opened, and
Mr. Higgins entered. I felt my heart palpitate, and
was ahout to quit the room, when he cast a searching
glance at me, and said :
" Well, girl — are you as big a fool as ever ?"
I hung my head, for the tell-tale blush would
bloom.
" Come," said Mr. Higgins, " don't speak like a
donkey. I'm no priestly confessor. Curse the
priests ! Curse the world ! Curse everybody !
Curse everything !" And he placed his feet upon
the mantel-piece, and gazed meditatively into the
fire.
I could hear the beatings of my own heart, and all
the warmth of my nature went forth to meet this
sublime embodiment of human majesty ; yet I dared
not speak.
After a short silence, Mr. Higgins took a chew of
tobacco, and placing his hand on my shoulder, ex
claimed :
" Why should I deceive you, girl ? Last night I
poisoned my only remaining sister because she would
have wed a circus-keeper, and scarcely an hour ago I
lost two millions at faro. Your priests would say
this was wrong — hey ?"
I stifled my sobs and said, as calmly as I could :
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" Our Church looks at the motive, not the deed.
If a high sense of honor compelled you to poison all
your relatives and play faro, the sin was rather the
effect of vice in others than in your own noble heart,
and I doubt not you may be called innocent,"
He glanced into the fire a few hours, and then
said :
" Go, Galushianna ! — I would be alone ! Go, inno
cent young scorpion."
Oh, Higgins, Higgins, if I could have died for thee
then, I don't know but I should have done it !
CHAPTER IV.
Seventy-five years have rolled by since last I met
the reader, and I am still a thoughtless girl. But oh,
how changed ! The raven of despair has flapped his
hideous brood over the halls of my ancestors, and
taken from them all that once made them beautiful.
When I look back I can see nothing before me, and
when I look forward I can see nothing behind me.
Thus it is with life. We fancy that each hour is a
butterfly made to play with, and all is gall and bit
terness.
I was chastened by misfortune, and occupied a
secluded cavern in the city of New Orleans, when
my faithful old nurse entered my dressing-room, and
burst into a fit of hysterical laughter.
" Sassafrina !" I exclaimed, half angrily.
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" Please don't be angry, miss/' responded the tried
old creature ; u but I knew it would come all right
at last. I told you Sir Claude Higgins hadn't mar
ried his youngest sister, but you wouldn't believe
me. Now he's down stairs in the parlor waiting for
you."
And the attached domestic fell dead at my feet.
After hastily putting on a pair of clean stockings
and reading a chapter in my mother's family Bible, I
left the room, murmuring to myself, " Be still, my
throbbing heart, be still."
CHAPTER v.
When I entered the parlor, Mr. Higgins sat gazing
into the fire in an attitude of deep reflection, and did
not note my entrance until I had touched him. His
dishevelled hair Imng from his massive temples in
majestic discomposure, and an extinguished torch lay
smouldering at his glorious feet.
O my soul's idol ! I can see thee now as I saw thee
then, with the firelight glowing over thee; like a smile
from the cerulean skies !
As I touched him, he awoke.
" Miserable girl !" he exclaimed, in those old fami
liar tones, drawing me towards him, while a delicious
tremor shook my every nerve. " Wretched little ser
pent ! And is it thus we meet ? Poor idiot, you
are but a woman, and I — alas ! what am I ? Two
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hours ago, I set fire to three churches, and crushed a
sexton 'iieath my iron heel. Do you not shrink ?
'Tis well. Then hear ine, viper, / lovest thee."
Was it the music of a higher sphere that I smelt,
or was I still in this world of folly and sin ? And
were all my toils, my cares, my heart-breathings, my
hope-sobbings, my soul-writhings to end thus glori
ously at last in the adoration of a being on whom I
lavished all the spirit's purest gloatings ?
My bliss was more than I could endure. Tearing
all the hair-pins from my hair and tying my pocket
handkerchief about my heaving neck, I flung myself
upon his steaming chest.
" if ?/ Higgins !"
" YOUR Higgins ! !"
"OUR Higgins ! ! !"
THE BLISSFUL FINIS.
The intellectual women of America draw it rather
tempestuously when they try to reproduce gorgeous
manhood ; but they mean well, my boy, — they mean
well. Yours, in a brown study,
ORPHEUS C. KERB.
LETTER X.
MAKING CONSERVATIVE MENTION OF THE BATTLE OF BULL RUN AND
ITS EVENTS. THE FIRE-ZOUAVE'S VERSION OF THE AFFAIR, AND
SO ON.
WASHINGTON, D. C., July 28th, 1861.
We have met the enemy at last, my boy ; but I
don't see that he's ours. We went after him with
flying banners, and I noticed when we came back
that they were flying still ! Honor to the brave who
fell on that bloody field ! and may we kill enough
secessionists to give each of them a monument of
Southern skulls !
I was present at the great battle, my boy, and ap
pointed myself a special guard of one of the baggage-
wagons in the extreme rear. The driver saw me
coming, and says he :
" You can't cut behind this here wehicle, my fine
little boy."
I looked at him for a moment, after the manner of
the late great actor, Mr. Kirby, and says I :
" Soldier, hast thou a wife ?"
Says he :
" I reckon."
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" And sixteen small children ?"
Says he :
" There was only fifteen when last heard from."
" Soldier/' says I, " were you to die before to-mor
row, what would be your last request ?"
Here I shed two tears.
"It would be/' says he, " that some kind friend
would take the job of walloping my offspring for a
year on contract, and finding my beloved wife in sub
jects to jaw about."
" Soldier/' says I, " I'm your friend and brother.
Let me occupy a seat by your side."
And he didn't let me do it.
Just at this moment, something burst, and I found
myself going up at the rate of two steeples and a
shot-tower a second. I met a Fire Zouave on the
way down, and says he :
" Towhead, if you see any of our boys up where
you're goin' to, just tell them to hurry down ; fur
there's goin' to be a row, and Nine's fellers '11 take
that ere four-gun hydrant from the scceshers in less
time than you can reel two yards of hose."
As I was very tired I did not go all the way up ;
but turned back at the first cloud, and returned
hastily to the scene of strife. I happened to light on
a very fat secesher, who was doing a little running
for exercise. Down he went, with me on top of him.
He was dreadfully scared ; but says he to me : " I've
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seen you before, by the gods !" I winked at him,
and commenced to sharpen my sword on a stone.
" Tell me," says he, " had you a female mother ?"
" I had/' says I.
" And a masculine father ?"
" He wore breeches."
" Then you are my long lost grandfather !" says
the secesher, endeavoring to embrace me.
" It won't do," says I ; " I've been to the Bowery
Theatre myself ;" and with that I took off his neck
tie and wiped my nose with it. This action was so
repugnant to the feelings of a Southern gentleman,
that he immediately died on my hands ; and there I
left him.
It was my first personal victory in this unnatural
war, my boy, and as I walked away I thought sadly
of the domestic circle in the Southern Confederacy
that might be waiting anxiously, tearfully, for the
husband and father — him whom I had morally assas
sinated. And there he sprawled, denied even the
simple privilege of extending a parting blessing to
his children. Under ordinary circumstances, my boy,
there's something deeply affecting in
THE DYING SOUTHERNER'S FAREWELL TO HIS SON.
My boy, my lion-hearted boy,
Your father's end draws near;
Already is your loss begun,
And, curso it, there's a tear.
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I've sought to bring you up, my son,
A credit to the South,
And all your poker games have been
An honor to us both.
Though scarcely sixteen years of age,
Your bowie 's tickled more
Than many Southerners I know
At fifty and three score.
You've whipped your nigger handsomely,
And chewed your plug a day;
And when I hear you swear, my son,
What pride my eyes betray !
And now, that I must leave the world,
My dying words attend;
But first, a chew of niggerhead,
And cut it near the end.
To you the old plantation goes,
With mortgage, tax, and all,
Though compound interest on that first,
"Will make the profit small.
The niggers to your mother go;
And if she wants to sell,
You might contrive to buy her out,
Should all tlio crops grow well.
I leave you all my debts, my son,
To Yankees chiefly due ;
But — curse the black republicans I
That needn't trouble you.
A true-born Southern gentleman.
Disdains the vulgar thought
Of paying, like a Yankee clerk,
For what is sold and bought.
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Leave that to storekeepers and fools
"Who never banked a card;
We pay our " debts of honor," boy,
Though pressed however hard.
Last summer at the North I bought,
Somo nigger hats and shoes,
And gave my note for ninety days;
Forget it if you choose.
The Yankee mudsills would not have
Such articles to sell,
If Southern liberality
Had fattened them less well
The Northern dun we hung last week
Had twenty dollars clear,
And that, my son, is all the cash
I have to give you here.
But that's enough to make a start,
And, if you pick your boat,
A Mississippi trip or two
"Will set you all afloat.
You play a screaming hand, my son,
And push an ugly cue ;
Oh ! these are thoughts that make me feel
As dying Christians do!
Keep cool, my lion-hearted boy,
Till second ace is played,
And then call out for brandy sour
As though your pile was made.
The other chaps will think you've got
The tiger by the tail;
And when you see them looking glum,
Just call for brandy pale 1
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I never knew it fail to make
Some green one go it blind;
And when the first slip-up is made,
It's all your own, you'll find.
My breath comes hard — I'm euchred, boy —
First Families must die;
I leave you in your innocence,
And here's a last good-bye.
Shortly after the event I have recorded, I was ex
amining the back of a house near the battle-field, to
see if it corresponded with the front, when another
Fire Zouave came along, and says he :
" It's my opine that you're sticking rather too
thick to the rear of that house to be much punkins
in a muss. Why don't you go to the front like a
man ?"
" My boy," says I, " this is the house of a pre
dominant rebel, and I'm detailed to watch the back
door."
With that the Zouave was taken with such a dread
ful fit of coughing that he had to move on to get his
breath, and I was left alone once more.
These Fire Zouaves, my boy, have a perversity
about them not to be repressed. They were neck-
and-neck with the rest of us in our stampede back to
to this city ; and yet, my boy, they refuse to consider
the United States of America worsted. Here is the
version of
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BULL RUN,
BY A FIRE ZOUAVE.
Ob, it's all very well for you fellers
That don't know a fire from the sun,
To curl your moustaches, and tell us
Just how the thing oughter be done ;
But when twenty wake up ninety thousand,
There's nothin' can follow but rout ;
We didn't give in till we had to;
And what are yer coughin' about ?
The crowd that was with them ere rebels
Hud ten to pur every man ;
But a fireman's a fireman, me covey,
And he'll put out a fire if he can :
So we run the masheen at a gallop,
As easy as open and shut,
And as fast as one feller went under,
Another kept takin' der butt.
You oughter seen Farnham, that mornin' I
In spite of the shot and the shell
His orders kept ringing around us
As clear as the City Hall bell.
He said all he could to encourage
And lighten the hearts of the men,
Until he was bleeding and wounded,
And nary dried up on it then.
While two rifle regiments fought us,
And batteries tumbled us down,
Them cursed Black-Horse fellers charged us,
Like all the Dead Rabbits in town.
And that's just the way with them rebels,
It's ten upon one, or no fair;
But we emptied a few of their saddles —
You may bet all your soap on that air I
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"Double up!" says our colonel, quite coolly,
When he saw them come riding like mad,
And wo did double up in a hurry,
And let them have all that we had.
They came at us counting a hundred,
And scarcely two dozen went back ;
So you see, if they bluffed us on aces,
We made a big thing with the Jack.
We fought till red shirts were as plenty
As blackberries, strewing the grass,
And then we fell back for a breathing,
To let Sixty-nine's fellers pass.
Perhaps Sixty-nine didn't peg them,
And give them uncommon cheroots ?
Well — I've just got to say, if they didn't
You fellers can smell of my boots !
The- Brooklyn Fourteenth was another,
And those Minnesota chaps too ;
But the odds were too heavy against us,
And but one thing was left us to do :
Wo had to make tracks for our quarters,
And finished it up pretty rough ;
But if any chap says that they licked us,
I'd just like to polish him off!
With the remembrance of the many heroic souls
who sacrificed themselves for their country that day,
I have not the heart, my boy, to continue the sub
ject. I was routed at about five o'clock in the after
noon, and fell back on Washington, where I am now
receiving my rations. I don't take the oath with any
spirit since then ; and a skeleton with nothing on but
a havelock is all that is left of
Yours, emaciatedly. ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XI.
GIVING AN EFFECT OF THE NEW BUGLE DRILL IN THE MACKEREL
BRIGADE, AND MAKING SOME NOTE OF THE LATEST IMPROVEMENTS
IN ARTILLERY, ETC.
WASHINGTON, D. C., August — , 1861.
The Mackerel Brigade, of which I have the honor
to be a member, was about the worst demoralized of
all the brigades that covered themselves with glory
and perspiration at the skrirnmage of Bull Bun. In
the first place, it never had much morals, and when
it came to be demoralized, it hadn't any ; so that
ever since the disaster, the peasantry in the neighbor
hood of the camp have been in constant mourning
for departed pullets ; and one venerable rustic com
plains that the Mackerel pickets milk all his cows
every night, and come to borrow his churn in the
morning. When one of the colonels heard the ven
erable rustic make this accusation, he says to him :
" Would you like to be revenged on the men who
milk your animiles ?" The venerable rustic took a
chew of tobacco, and says he : "I wouldn't like any
thing better." The colonel looked at him sadly for a
moment, and then remarked : " Aged stranger, you
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are already revenged. The men who milked your
animiles are all from New York, where they had
been accustomed to drink milk composed principally
of Croton water. Upon drinking the pure article
furnished by your gentle beastesses, they were all
taken violently sick, and are now lying at the point
of illness, expecting every moment to be their first."
The venerable rustic was so affected by this intelli
gence, that he immediately went home in tears.
The new bugle drill is a very good idea, my boy,
and our lads will probably become accustomed to it
by the time they get used to it. The colonel of Keg-
iment Five likes it so much that he has substituted
the bugle for the drum, even. The other morning,
when he tried it on for the first time, I was just
entering the tent of one of the captains, to take the
Oath with him, when the bugle sounded the order to
turn out.
"Ah !" says the captain, when he heard it, "we're
going to have fish for breakfast at last. I hope its
porgies," says he: "for Tin uncommon fond of
porgies/'
" Why, what are you talking about ?" says I.
"You innocent lamb/' says he, "didn't you hear
that ere fish-horn. It said e porgies/ as plain as could
be."
" Why, that's the bugle," says I, " and it sounded
the order to turn out."
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He took his disappointment very severely, my boy,
for he was really very fond of porgies.
By invitation of a well-known official, I visited the
Navy- Yard yesterday, and witnessed the trial of some
newly-invented rifled cannon. The trial was of short
duration, and the jury brought in a verdict of " inno
cent of any intent to kill."
The first gun tried was similar to those used in the
Kevolution, except that it had a larger touch-hole,
and the .carriage was painted green, instead of blue.
This novel and ingenious weapon was pointed at a
target about sixty yards distant. It didn't hit it, and
us nobody saw any ball, there was much perplexity
expressed. A midshipman did say that he thought
the ball must have run out of the touch-hole when
they loaded up — for which he was instantly expelled
from the service. After a long search without finding
the bail, there was some thought of summoning the
Naval Ketiring Board to decide on the matter, when
somebody happened to look into the mouth of the
cannon, and discovered that the ball hadn't gone out
at all. The inventor said this would happen some
times, especially if you didn't put a brick over the
touch-hole when you fired the gun. The Govern-,
ment was so pleased with this explanation, that it
ordered forty of the guns on the spot, at two hundred
thousand dollars apiece. The guns to be furnished
as soon as the war is over.
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The next weapon tried was Jink's double back-
action revolving cannon for ferry-boats. It consists of
a heavy bronze tube, revolving on a pivot, with both
ends open, and a touch-hole in the middle. While
one gunner puts a load in at one end, another puts in
?- load at the other end, and one touch-hole serves for
both. Upon applying the match, the gun is whirled
swiftly round on a pivot, and both balls fly out in cir
cles, causing great slaughter on both sides. This ter
rible engine was aimed at the target with great accu
racy ; but as the gunner has a large family dependent
on him for support, he refused to apply the match.
The Government was satisfied without firing, and
ordered six of the guns at a million of dollars apiece.
The guns to be furnished in time for our next
war.
The last weapon subjected to trial was a mountain
howitzer of a new pattern. The inventor explained
that its great advantage was, that it required no
powder. In battle it is placed on the top of a high
mountain, and a ball slipped loosely into it. As the
enemy passes the foot of the mountain, the gunner in
charge tips over the howitzer, and the ball rolls down
the side of the mountain into the midst of the doomed
foe. The range of this terrible weapon depends greatly
on the height of the mountain and the distance to its
base. The Government ordered forty of these moun
tain howitzers at a hundred thousand dollars apiece,
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to be planted on the first mountains discovered in the
enemy's country.
These are great times for gunsmiths, my boy ; and
if you find any old cannon around the junk-shops,
just send them along.
There is much sensation in nautical circles arisin^
o
from the immoral conduct of the rebel privateers ;
but public feeling has been somewhat easier since the
invention of a craft for capturing the pirates, by an
ingenious Connecticut chap. Yesterday he exhibited
a small model of it at a cabinet meeting, and explained
it thus :
" You will perceive," says he to the President,
" that the machine itself will only be four times the
size cf the Great Eastern, and need not cost over a
few millions of dollars. I have only got to discover
one thing before I can make it perfect. You will
observe that it has a steam-engine on board. This
engine works a pair of immense iron clamps, which
are let down into the water from the extreme end of
a very lengthy horizontal spar. Upon approaching
the pirate, the captain orders the engineer to put on
steam. Instantly the clamps descend from the end
of the spar and clutch the privateer athwartships.
Then the engine is reversed, the privateer is lifted
bodily out of the water, the spar swings around over
the deck, and the pirate ship is let down into the hold
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by the run. Then shut your hatches, and you have
ship and pirates safe and sound."
The President's gothic features lighted up beauti
fully at the words of the great inventor ; but in a
moment they assumed an expression of doubt, and
says he :
"But how are you going to manage, if the priva
teer fires upon you while you are doing this ?"
" My dear sir/' says the inventor, " I told you I
had only one thing to discover before I could make
the machine perfect, and that's it."
So you see, my boy, there's a prospect of our doing
something on the ocean next century, and there's only
one thing in the way of our taking in pirates by the
cargo.
Last evening a new brigadier-general, aged ninety-
four years, made a speech to Kegiment Five, Mackerel
Brigade, and then furnished each man with a lead-
pencil. He said that, as the Government was disap
pointed about receiving some provisions it had ordered
for the troops, those pencils were intended to enable
them to draw their rations as usual. I got a very big
pencil, my boy, and have lived on a sheet of paper
ever since. Yours, pensively,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XII.
GIVIXG AN ABSTRACT OF A GREAT ORATOR'S FLAGGING SPEECH, AND
RECORDING A DEATHLESS EXPLOIT OF THE MACKEREL BRIGADE.
WASHINGTON, D. C., September Sth, 1SG1.
THE weather in the neighborhood of Chain Bridge
still continues to bear hard on fat men, my boy, and
the man who carries a big stomach around with him
will be a person in reduced circumstances before he
gets to bo a colonel. The Brigadier- General of the
Mackerel Brigade observed, the other day, that he had
been in hot water four weeks running, and ordered me
to work six hours in the trenches for not laughing
at the joke ; he said that old Abe had people ex
pressly to laugh at his jokes, and had selected his
Cabinet officers because they all had large mouths,
and could laugh easily ; he said that he was resolved
to have his own jokes appreciated, and if he didn't,
he'd be perditionized. It's my impression — I say it's
my impression, my boy, that the general got off his
best joke when he promised the Mackerel Brigade to
look after their interests as though they were his
brothers. He may look after them, my boy, but it's
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after they're out of sight. I don't say that he takes
advantage of us : but I know that just after a basket
of champagne was sent to the camp, directed to me,
yesterday, I saw him sitting on an empty basket in
his tent, trying to wind up his watch with a cork
screw. I asked him what time it was, and he said
the Conzstorshun must and shall be blockade-dade-
did. I told him I thought so myself, and he imme
diately burst into tears, and said he should never see
his mother again.
On Tuesday, there was a rumor that the Southern
Confederacy had attacked at regiment at Alexandria,
for the purpose of creating a confusion, so that it
might pick the colonel's pockets, and Regiment 5,
Mackerel Brigade, was ordered to go instantly to the
rescue. Just as we were ready to march, a distin
guished citizen of Washington presented a sword to
the colonel from the ladies of the Capital, and made
an eloquent speech. He spoke of the wonderful
manner in which the world was called out of chaos at
the creation, and spoke feelingly of the Garden of
Eden, and the fall of our first parents ; he then went
on to review the many changes the earth had expe
rienced since it was first created, and described the
method of the ancients to cook bread before stoves
were invented ; he then spoke of the glories of Greece
and Rome, giving a full history of them from the
beginning to the present time ; he then went on to
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describe the origin of the republican and democratic
parties, reading both platforms, and giving his ideas
of Jackson's policy ; he then gave an account of the
war of the Roses in England, and the cholera in
Persia, attributing the latter to a sudden change in
the atmosphere ; he then went on to speak of the
difficulties encountered by Columbus in discovering
this country, and gave a history of his subsequent
career and death in Europe ; he then read an extract
from Washington's Farewell Address; in conclusion,
he said that the ladies of Washington had empowered
him to present this here sword to that ere gallant
colonel, in the presence of these here brave defenders
of their country.
At the conclusion of this speech, starvation com
menced to make great ravages in the regiment, and
the colonel was so weak, for want of sleep, that he
had to be carried to his tent. A private remarked to
me, that, if we could only have one more such pre
sentation speech as that, the regiment would be com
petent to start a grave-yard before it was finished. I
believe him, my boy !
When the presentation was finished, the colonel
announced from his camp-bedstead that the rumor of
a fight at Alexandria was all a hum, and ordered us
back to our tents. We hadn't been to our tents for
such a long time, that some of us couldn't find them,
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and one of our boys actually wandered around until
he found himself at home in New York.
The Mackerel Brigade, my boy, had a great engage
ment yesterday, and came very near repulsing the
enemy. We were ordered to march forward in three
columns, until we came within five miles of the enemy,
Colonel Wobbles leading the first ; Mr. Wobbles, the
second ; and Wobbles, the third. In the advance
our lines presented the shape of a clam-shell, but as
we neared the point of danger, they gradually assumed
more of the form of a cone, the rear-guard being
several times as thick as the advance guard. When
within six miles of the seceshers, we planted our bat
tery of four six pounders, and opened a horrible fire of
shot and shell on the adjacent country. The secesh
ers replied with a hail of canister and shrapnell,
and for eight hours the battle raged fearfully, but
without hurting anybody, as the hostile forces were
too far apart to reach each other with shot. Finally,
Colonel Wobbles sent a messenger, by railroad, to ask
the seceshers what they wanted, and they said they
only wanted to be let alone. On receiving this reply,
Colonel Wobbles was much affected, and ordered us
to march back to camp, which we did.
This affair was really a great victory for the Union,
my boy, and I cannot refrain from giving short bio
graphical sketches of the leaders concerned in it,
commencing with
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COLONEL WOBBLES.
This gallant officer, on whom the eyes of the whole
world are now turned, was born at an exceedingly
early age, in the place of his nativity. When but a
mere boy, he evinced a fondness for the law, and his
father, who was his mother's husband, placed him in
the office of the late Daniel Webster. He practised
law for some years, but failed to find any clients, and
finally started a grocery store under Jackson's admin
istration. At this time, Calhoun's peculiar views
were agitating Christendom, and Mr. Wobbles mar
ried a daughter of the late John Thomas, by whom
he had no children. When the war broke out in
Mexico, he left the grocery business, and opened a
liquor store on the estate of the late J. Smith, and
accumulated sufficient money to send his family into
the country. Colonel Wobbles is now about eighty-
five years old.
MR. WOBBLES.
This heroic young officer, now attracting so much
attention, drew his first breath among the peaceful
scenes of home, from which the captious might have
augured anything but a soldier's destiny for him.
W'hile yet very young, he was remarkable for his pro
ficiency in making dirt-pies, and went to school with
the sons of the late Mr. Jones. In 1846, he did not
graduate at West Point ; but when the war broke
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out between Mexico and the United States, he mar
ried a niece of the late Daniel Webster. It was also
at this period of his eventful career that he first be
came a husband, and shortly after the birth of his
eldest child, it was rumored that he had also become
a father. He entered the present war as a military
man. He is now but forty years old.
WOBBLES.
This noble patriot soldier, whose name is now a
household word all over the world, was reared from
infancy in the village of his birth, and took a promi
nent part in the meals of his family. - While yet a
youth, the Florida war broke out, and he attended
the high-school of the late Mr. Brown. On arriving
of age, he was just twenty-one years old, and was not
a student at West Point. Shortly after this event,
he married a cousin of the late Daniel Webster, and
during the Mexican War he had one child, who still
bears his father's name. Wobbles is now sixty years
old.
You will observe, my boy, that these noble officers
have merited the commissions of brigadier-generals,
and if they don't get them they'll resign. Colonel
Wobbles told me this morning, that if he resigned
the army would all go to pieces. I believe him, my
boy ! — field pieces. Yours, biographically,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XIII.
SUBMITTING VARIOUS RUMORS CONCERNING THE CONDITION OP THINGS
AT THE SOUTH, WITH A SKETCH OF A LIGHT SKELETON REGIMENT
AND A NOTE OF VILLIAM BROWN'S RECRUITING EXPLOIT.
WASHINGTON, D. C., September 20th, 1861.
THERE is every indication that something is about
to occur, which, when it does transpire, my boy, will
undoubtedly give rise to the rumor that a certain
thing has happened. It was observed in military cir
cles yesterday, that General McClellan ordered a new
pair of boots to be forwarded immediately from New
York, and from this it is justly inferred that the
Chain Bridge will be attacked by the rebels in force
very shortly.
A gentleman who has just arrived from the South
to purchase some postage-stamps, states that the rebel
army is in an awful condition, and will starve to death
as soon as Beauregard gives the order. At Kichmond,
ice-cream was selling for a hundred dollars a quart,
gum-drops at sixty dollars an ounce, Brandreth-s Pills
at forty-two dollars and a half a box, Spaulding's
Prepared Glue at twenty dollars a pint, and Mrs.
Winslow's Soothing Syrup at four hundred dollars a
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bottle. In consequence of the sudden approach of
fall and the renewed stringency of the blockade,
there are no strawberries to be had, and the First
Families are subsisting entirely upon persimmons.
Should the winter prove cold, the Southerners to a
man will be compelled to wear much thicker clothing,
and it is anticipated that many of them will take
cold. De lunatico inquirendo has broken out among
the rebel troops at Manassas Junction, in consequence
of insufficient accommodation, and the hospitals are
so full of patients that numerous sufferers may be
seen bulging out of the windows.
The same gentleman thinks that Beauregard will
be obliged to attack Washington at once, or resign
his commission and go to the Dry Tortugas with his
whole army. They are called the Dry Tortugas, my
boy, because not a cocktail was ever known to be
raised there.
A perfectly reliable but respectable person arrived
here yesterday from Paris, and brings highly impor
tant intelligence from North Carolina. He has been
permitted to sleep with a gentleman formerly residing
in that State, and his report is credited by the Ad
ministration. Nearly all the people of North Caro
lina are devoted Union men at heart, and would
gladly rally around the old flag, if it were not for the
fact that nearly all the rest of the people of the State
are secessionists and won't let them. In a town of
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7jO inhabitants, 748 and a half (one small boy) are
determined Unionists ; but the remainder, who are
brutal traitors, have seized all the arms in the place,
and threaten all who oppose them with instant death.
At Raleigh, a mob consisting of three secessionists,
has seized the post-office and all the letters of marque
found in it. Marque has fled from the State. Since
the victory of Hatteras Inlet, the .Union men have
taken courage, and say, that if the Government will
send two hundred thousand men to their assistance,
and seventy-five rifled cannon, they can expel their
oppressors in a few years. These true patriots must
be instantly assisted, or a decimated and infuriated
people will demand the expulsion of the entire Cabi
net, and an entirely new issue of contracts for shoddy.
In the interior of North Carolina there has been a
rising of slaves. In fact, they rise every morning
very early. From this the Tribune report of a negro
insurrection originated.
I formed a new acquaintance the other day, my
boy, in the shape of the Calcium Light Eegiment,
which is now ready to receive a few more recruits.
The Calcium Light Regiment was born in Boston,
near Bunker Hill Monument, and is now about sixty-
five years old. He has become greatly demoralized
from going without his rations for some days past,
and is what may be called a skeleton regiment. He
says that if he goes without them much longer, he'll
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soon be as light as a 12-inch, comet, and won't need
much calcium to blind the enemy to his presence.
He's very light, my boy, and his features are so
sharp that he might be used to spike a cannon with.
The Calcium Light Kegiment was recruited at great
expense in New York, and went into camp on Biker's
Island, until Secretary Cameron ordered his colonel
to bring him on immediately for the defence of Wash
ington. The regiment has three officers, and will
elect the others as soon as his voice is strong enough.
He says that he is a regiment of 1,000 men ; he
says that 1,000 is simply the figure 1 and three ci
phers, and that he represents the 1, and his three
officers the three ciphers.
I believe him, my boy !
Villiam Brown, of Kegiment 5, Mackerel Brigade,
asked his colonel last week for leave to go to New
York on recruiting service, and got it. He came back
to-day, and says the colonel to him :
" Where's your recruits ?"
Villiam smiled sweetly, and remarked that he didn't
see it.
" Why, you went to New York on recruiting ser
vice, didn't you ?" exclaimed the colonel.
"Yes," says Villiam, "I went to recruit my
health."
The colonel immediately administered the Oath to
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him. The Oath, my boy, tastes well with lemon
in it.
The women of America, my boy, are noble crea
tures, and do not forget the brave soldiers of the
Union. They have just sent the Mackerel Brigade a
case of umbrellas, and we expect a gross of hair-pins
by the next train. Yours, meditatively,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XIV.
SHOWING HOW OUR CORRESPONDENT MADE A SPEECH OF VAGUE
CONTINUITY, AFTER THE MODEL OF THE LATEST APPROVED STUMP
ORATORY.
WASHINGTON, D. C., September 30th, 1861.
ANOTHER week has fled swiftly by, my boy, on
those wings which poets and other long-haired crea
tures suppose to be eternally flapping through the
imaginary atmosphere of time ; yet the high old
battle so long expected has not got any further than
" heavy firing near the Chain Bridge/' which takes
place every afternoon punctually at three o'clock— just
in time for the evening papers. I have been think
ing, my boy, that if this heavy firing in the vicinity
of Chain Bridge lasts a few years longer, it will finally
become a nuisance to the First Families living in that
vicinity. But sometimes what is thought to be
heavy firing is not that exactly ; the other day, a
series of loud explosions were heard on Arlington
Heights, and twenty-four reporters immediately tele
graphed to twenty-four papers that five hundred
thousand rebels had attacked our lines with two
thousand rifled cannon, and had been repulsed with
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a loss of fourteen thousand killed. Federal loss —
one killed, and two committed suicide. But when
General McClellan came to inquire into the cause of
the explosions, this report was somewhat modified :
" What was that firing for ?" he asked an orderly,
who had just come over the river.
" If you please, sir/' responded the sagacious ani
mal, "there was no firing at all. It was Villiam
Brown, of Kegiment 5, Mackerel Brigade, which has
a horrible cold, and sneezes in that way/'
Villiam has since been ordered to telegraph to the
War Department whenever he sneezes, so that no
more of these harrowing mistakes may be made.
Last night, my boy, an old rooster from Cattarau-
gus, who wants a one-horse post-office, and thinks
I've got some influence with Abe the Venerable,
brought six big Dutchmen to serenade me ; and, as
soon I opened the window to damn them, he called
unanimously for a speech. At this time, my boy, an
immense crowd, consisting of two policemen and a
hackman, were drawn to the spot, and greeted me with
great applause. Feeling that their intentions were
honorable, I could not bear to disappoint my fel
low-citizens, and so I was constrained to make the
following
SPEECH.
Men of America : — It is with feelings akin to emo
tion that I regard this vast assemblage of Nature's
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noblemen, and reflect that it comes to do honor to
me, who have only performed my duty. Gentlemen,
my heart is full ; as the poet says :
" The night shall be filled with burglars,
And tho chaps that infest the day
Shall pack up their duds like peddlers,
And carry the spoons away."
It seems scarcely five minutes ago that this vast
and otherwise large country sprung from chaos at
the call of Columbus, and immediately commenced
to produce wooden nutmegs for a foreign shore. It
seems but three seconds ago that all this beautiful
scene was a savage wild, and echoed the axe-falls of
the sanguinary pioneer, and the footfalls of the Last
of the Mohicans. Now what do I see before me ?
A numerous assembly of respectable Dutchmen, and
other Americans, all ready to prove to the world that
" Truth crushed to earth shall rise agaio,
The immortal ears of jack are hers ;
But Sarah languishes in pain
And dyes, amid her worshipers."
I am convinced, fellow-citizens, that the present
outrageous war is no ordinary row, and that it cannot
be brought to a successful termination without some
action on the part of the Government. If to believe
that a war cannot rage without being prosecuted, is
abolitionism, then I am an abolitionist ; if to believe
that a good article of black ink can be made out of
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black men, is republicanism, then I am a republican ;
but we are all brothers now, except that fat Dutch
man, who has gone to sleep on his drum, and I pro
nounce him an accursed secessionist :
" How doth the little busy beo
Improve each shining hour,
And gathers beeswax all the day,
From every opening flower."
Men of America, shall these things longer be ? — I
address myself particularly to that artist with the
accordeon, who don't understand a word of English — •
shall these things longer be ? That's what I want to
know. The majestic shade of Washington listens
for an answer, and I intend to send it by mail as soon
as I receive it. Fellow citizens, it can no longer be
denied that there is treason at our very hearthstones.
Treason — merciful Heavens !
" Come rest in this bosom, my own little dear,
The Honourable R. M. T. Hunter is here ;
I know not, I care not, if jilt's in that heart,
I but know that I love tuee, whatever thou art."
And now the question arises, is Merrill's tariff really
a benefit to the country ? Gentlemen, it would be
unbecoming in me to answer this question, and you
would be incapable of understanding what I might
say on the subject. The present is no time to think
about tariffs : our glorious country is in danger, and
there is a tax of three per cent, on all incomes over
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eight hundred dollars. Let each man ask himself in
Dutch : " Am I prepared to shoulder my musket if I
am drafted, or to procure a reprobate to take my
place ?" In other words :
" The minstrel returned from the war,
With insects at large in his hair,
And having a tuneful catarrh,
He sung through his nose to his fair."
Therefore, it is simply useless to talk reason to those
traitors, who forget the words of Jackson — words, let
me add, which I myself do not remember. Animated
by an unholy lust for arsenals, rifled cannon, and
mints, and driven to desperation by the thought that
Everett is preparing a new Oration on Washington,
and Morris a new song on a young woman living up
the Hudson River, they are overturning the altars of
their country and issuing treasury bonds, which can
not be justly called objects of interest. What words
can express the horrors of such unnatural crime ?
" Oft in the chilly night,
"When slumber's chains have bound me,
Soft Mary brings a light,
And puts a shawl around me."
Such, fellow-citizens, is the condition of our un
happy country at present, and as soon as it gets any
better I will let you know. An Indian once asked a
white man for a drink of whisky. " No !" said the
man, " you red skins are just ignorant enough to ruin
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yourselves with liquor." The sachein looked calmly
into the eyes of the insulter, as he retorted : " You
say I am ignorant. How can that be when I am a
well-red man ?"
And so it is, fellow-citizens, with this Union at
present, though I am not able to show exactly where
the parallel is. Therefore,
" Let us then be up and wooing,
"With a heart for any mate,
Still proposing, still pursuing,
Learn to court her, and to wait."
At the conclusion of this unassuming speech, my
boy, I was waited upon by a young man, who asked
me if I did not want to purchase some poetry ; he
had several yards to sell, and warranted it to wash.
Yours, particularly,
ORPHEUS C. KERR,
LETTER XV.
WHEREIN WILL BE FOUND THE PARTICULARS OF A VISIT TO A SUS
PECTED NEWSPAPER OFFICE, AND SO ON.
WASHINGTON, D. C., October 2d, 1861.
THIS is a time, my boy, when it is the duty of
every American citizen to make himself into a com
mittee of safety, for the good of the republic, and
make traitors smell the particular thunder of national
vengeance. The eagle, my boy, has spread his san
guinary wings for a descent upon the bantams of
secession ; and if we permit his sublime pinions to
be burthened with the shackles of domestic sedition,
we are guilty of that which we do, and are otherwise
liable to the charge of committing that which we per
form. These thoughts came to me yesterday, after I
had taken the Oath six times, and so overpowered me
that I again took the Oath, with a straw in it. Just
then it struck me that the Daily Union, published
near Alexandria, ought to be suppressed for its trea
son ; and I immediately started for the office, with
an intention to offer personal violence to the editor.
I found him examining a cigar through the bottom
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of a tumbler, whilst on the desk beside him lay the
first "proof "of
THE EDITOR'S WOOING.
"We love thee, Ann Maria Smith,
And in thy condescension,
We see a future full of joys
Too numerous to mention.
There's Cupid's arrow in thy glance,
That by thy love's coercion
Has reached our melting heart of hearts,
And asked for one insertion.
With joy we feel the blissful smart,
And ere our passion ranges,
We freely place thy love upon
The list of our exchanges.
There's music in thy lowest tone,
And silver in thy laughter;
And truth— but we will give the full
Particulars hereafter.
Oh! we could tell thee of our plans
All obstacles to scatter;
But we are full just now, and have
A press of other matter.
Then let us marry, Queen of Smiths,
Without more hesitation;
The very thought doth give our blood
A larger circulation !
When the editor noticed my presence, he scowled
so that his spectacles dropped off.
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" Ha, my fine little fellow," says he, hastily ; " I
don't want to buy any poetry to-day."
" Don't fret yourself, my venerable cherub," says
I ; " I don't deal in poetry at present. I just came
here to tell you that if you don't stop writing trea
son, I'll suppress you in the name of the United
States."
" You're a mudsill mob," says he ; " and I don't
allow no violent mobs around this office. I am an
American citizen, and I won't stand no mobs. What
does the Constitution say about newspapers ? Why,
the Constitution don't say anything about them ; so
you've got no Constitutional authority for mobbing
me."
" Then take the Oath," says I.
He looked at me for a moment, and then passed
me a small black bottle. I held it up over my eyes
for some time, to see if it was perfectly straight, and
he remarked that if all Northerners took the Oath as
freely as I did, they must be a water-proof conglom
eration of patriots. I believe him, my boy !
The Mackerel Brigade has established a cookery
department for itself, and is using a stove recently
patented by the colonel of Regiment 5. This stove
is a miraculous invention, and has already made for
tunes for six cooks and a scullion. You put a shil
ling's worth of wood into it, which first cooks your
meat and then turns into two shilling's worth of char-
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coal ; so you make a shilling every time you kindle a
fire.
Yesterday, a gentleman, brought up to the oyster-
trade, and who has made several voyages on the
Brooklyn ferry-boats, exhibited the model of a new
gun-boat to the Secretary of the Navy. He said its
great advantage was that it could easily be taken to
pieces ; and the Secretary was just going to order
seventy-five for use in Central Park, when it leaked
out that when once the gun-boat was taken to pieces
there was no way of putting it together again. Only
for this, my boy, we might have a gun-boat in every
cistern. Yours, nautically,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XVI.
INTRODUCING THE GOTHIC STEED, PEGASUS, AND THE REMARKABLE
GERMAN CAVALRY FROM THE AVEST.
WASHINGTON, D. C., October Cth, 1861.
THE horse, my boy, is an animal in which I have
taken a deep interest ever since the day on the Union
Course, when I bet ten dollars that the " Pride of
the Canal "would beat "Lady Clamcart," and was
compelled to leave my watch with Mr. Simpson on
the following morning. The horse, my boy, is the
swarthy Arab's bosom friend, the red Indian's solitary
companion, and the circus proprietor's salvation. One
of these noble animals was presented to me last week,
by an old-maid relative whose age I once guessed to
be "about nineteen." The glorious gift was accom
panied by a touching letter, my boy ; she honored
my patriotism, and the self-sacrificing spirit that had
led me to join the gallant Mackerel Brigade, and get
a furlough as soon as a rebel picket appeared ; she
loved me for my mother's sake, and as she happened
to have ten shillings about her, she thought she would
buy a horse with it for me. Mine, affectionately,
Tabitha Turnips.
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Ah, woman ! glorious woman ! what should we do
without thee ? All our patriotism is but the inspi
ration of thy proud love, and all our money is but the
few shillings left after thou hast got through buying
new bonnets. Oh ! woman— thoughtful woman ! the
soldier thanks thee for sending him pies and cakes
that turn sour before they leave New York ; but, for
heaven's sake don't send any more havelocks, or
there'll be a crisis in the linen market. It's a com
mon thing for a sentry to report " eighty thousand
more havelocks from the women of America ;" and
then you ought to hear the Brigadier of the Mackerel
Brigade cuss ! "Jerusalem !" says he, " if any more
havelocks come this afternoon, tell them that I've
gone out and won't be back for three weeks. Thun
der I" says he, " there's enough havelocks in this here
deadly tented field to open a brisk trade with Europe,
and if the women of America keep on sending them,
I'm d — d if I don't start a night-cap shop/' The
general is a profane patriarch, my boy, and takes the
Oath hot. The Oath, my boy, is improved by nut
meg and a spoon.
But to return to the horse which woman's generos
ity has made me own — me be-yuteous steed. The
beast, my boy, is fourteen hands high, fourteen hands
long, and his sagacious head is shaped like an old-
fashioned pick-axe. Viewed from the rear, his style
of architecture is gothic, and he has a gable-end, to
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which his tail is attached. His eyes, my boy, are two
pearls, set in mahogany, and before he lost his sight,
they were said to be brilliant. I rode down to
the Patent Office, the other day, and left him
leaning against a post, while I went inside to
transact some business. Pretty soon the Commis
sioner of Patents came tearing in like mad, and
says he :
" I'd like to know whether this is a public building
belonging to the United States, or a second-hand
auction- shop."
"What mean you, sirrah ?" I asked majesti
cally.
" I mean/' says he, " that some enemy to his coun
try has gone and stood an old mahogany umbrella-
stand right in front of this office/'
To the disgrace of his species be it said, my boy,
he referred to the spirited and fiery animal for which
I am indebted to woman's generosity. I admit that
when seen at a distance, the steed somewhat resem
bles an umbrella-stand ; but a single look into his
pearly eyes is enough to prove his relations with the
animal kingdom.
I have named him Pegasus, in honor of Tupper,
and when I mount him, Villiam Brown, of Com
pany 3, Regiment 5, Mackerel Brigade, says that I
remind him of Santa Glaus sitting astride the roof of
a small gothic cottage, holding on by the chimney.
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Villiam is becoming rather too familiar, my boy, and
I hope he'll be shot at an early day.
Yesterday the army here was reenforced with a
regiment of fat German cavalry from the West, under
the command of Colonel Wobert Wobinson, who has
had great experience in keeping a livery-stable. Their
animals are well calculated to turn the point of a
sword, and are of the high-backed fluted pattern,
very glossy at the joints. I saw one of the dragoons
cracking nuts on the backbone of the Arabian he rode,
and asked him about how much such an animal was
worth without the fur ? He considered for a moment
and then remarked that nix fustay and dampfnoodle,
though many believed that swei glass und sweitzer-
kase ; but upon the whole, it was nix cumarouse and
apple-dumplings, notwithstanding the fact thatyawpy,
yawpy, betterish. Singular to relate, my boy, I had
arrived at the very same conclusion before I asked
him the question.
Colonel Wobert Wobinson reviewed the regiment
near Chain Bridge this morning, and each horse used
about an acre to turn around in. Just before the
order to " charge" was given, the orderly sergeant
kindled a fire under each horse, and when the charge
commenced, only about six of the animals laid down.
Colonel Wobinson remarked that these six horses were
in favor of peace, and refused to fight against their
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Southern brethren. I told him I thought that the
peace breed had longer ears ; and he said that that
kind had been very scarce since the Government com
menced appointing its foreign consuls.
Yours, hoarsely,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
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LETTER XVII.
NOTING A NEW VICTORY OF THE MACKEREL BRIGADE IN VIRGINIA,
AND ILLUSTRATING THE PECULIAR THEOLOGY OF VILLIAM BROWN;
WITH SOME MENTION OF THE SHARP-SHOOTERS.
"WASHINGTON, D. C., October 18th, 1S61.
AT an early hour yesterday morning, while yet the
dew was on the grass, and on everything else green
enough to be out at that matinal hour, my boy, I
saddled my gothic steed Pegasus, and took a trot for
the benefit of my health. Having eaten a whole
straw bed and a piece of an Irishman's shoulder dur
ing the night, my architectural beast was in great
spirits, my boy, and as he snuffed the fresh air and
unfurled the remnants of his warlike tail to the breeze
of heaven, I was reminded of that celebrated Arabian
steed which had such a contempt for the speed of all
other horses that he never would run with them — in
fact, my boy, he never would run at all.
Having struck a match on that rib of Pegasus which
was most convenient to my hand, I lit a cigar, and
dropped the match, still burning, into the right ear
of my fiery charger. Something of this kind is always
necessary to make the sagacious animal start ; but
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when once I get his mettle up he never stops, unless
he happens to hear some crows cawing in the air just
ahove his venerable head. I am frequently glad that
Pegasus has lost his eyesight, my boy : for could he
see the expression on the faces of some of these same
crows, when they get near enough to squint along his
backbone, it would wound his sensibilities fearfully.
On this occasion he carried me, at a speed of 2.40
hours a mile, to a point just this side of Alexandria,
where the sound of heavy cannonading and cursing
made me pause. At first, my boy, I remembered an
engagement I had in Washington, and was about to
hasten back ; but while I was pressing the lighted end
of my cigar to the side of Pegasus, to make him turn,
Colonel Wobert Wobinson, of the Western Cavalry,
came walking toward me from a piece of woods on my
right, and informed me that ten of his men had just
been attacked by fourteen thousand rebels, with
twenty columbiads. " The odds/' says he, " is rather
heavy ; but our cause is the noblest the world ever
knew, and if my brave boys do not vanquish the un
natural foe, an indignant and decimated people will
at once call upon the Cabinet to resign."
I told him that I thought I had read something
like that in the Tribune ; but he didn't seem to
hear me.
By this time the cannonading had commenced to
subside, and as I trotted alongside of Colonel Wob-
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inson toward the field of battle, I asked him what he
had done with his horse. He replied, that while on
his way to the field, his sagacious beast had observed
a hay-stack, and was so entranced with the vision
that he refused to go a step further ; so he had to
leave him there.
Upon reaching the scene of strife, my boy, we dis
covered that the ten Western Cavalry men had routed
the rebels, killing four regiments, which were all car
ried away by their comrades, and capturing six
columbiads, which were also carried away. On our
side nobody was killed nor wounded. In fact, two of
our men, who went into the fight sick with the mea
sles, were entirely cured, and captured four good
surgeons. I must state, however, my boy, that al
though nobody was killed or wounded on our side,
there was one man missing. It seems that when he
found the balls flying pretty thickly about his ears, ho
formed himself into a hollow-square, my boy, and
retreated in good order into the neighboring bushes.
He formed himself into a hollow-square by bending
gently forward until his hands touched the ground,
and made his retrograde movement on all-fours.
Colonel Wobinson remarked that this style of forming
a hollow-square was an intensely-immense thing on
Hardee.
I believe him, my boy !
The women of America, my boy, are a credit to
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the America eagle, and a great expense to their hus
bands and fathers, but they don't exactly understand
the most pressing wants of the soldier. For instance,
a young girl, about seventy-five years of age, has
been sending ten thousand pious tracts to the Mack
erel Brigade, and the consequence is, that the air
around the camp has been full of spit-balls for a
week. These tracts, my boy, are very good for dying
sinners and other Southerners, but I'd rather have
Bulwer's novels for general reading. Villiam Brown,
of Company 3, Regiment 5, got one of them the other
day, headed, " Who is your Father ?" The noble
youth read the question over once or twice, and then
dashed the publication to the ground, and took some
tobacco to check his emotions. (That brave youth's
father, my boy, is a disgrace to his species ; he has
been sinking deeper and deeper in shame for some
months past, until at last his name has got on the
Mozart Hall ticket.) I saw that Villiam didn't un
derstand what the tract really meant, and so I ex
plained to him that it was intended to signify that
God was his Father. The gifted young soldier looked
at me dreamily for a moment, and then says he :
"God is my Father!" says he. "Well, now I
am hanged if that ain't funny ; for, whenever mother
spoke of dad, she always called him ( the old devil !'"
Villiam never went to Sabbath- school, my boy, and
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his knowledge of theology wouldn't start a country-
church.
Wishing to find out if he knew anything about
catechism, I asked him; last Sunday afternoon, if he
knew who Moses was.
" Yes/' says he, " I know him very well ; he sells
old clothes in Chatham street."
I went over to Virginia the other day to review
Berdan's Sharpshooters, and was much astonished,
my boy, at their wonderful skill with the rifle. The
target is a little smaller than the side of a barn, with
a hole through the centre exactly the size of a bullet.
They set this up, my boy, just six hundred yards
away, and fire at it in turn. After sixty of them had
fired, I went with them to the target, but couldn't see
that it had been hit by a single bullet. I remarked
this to the captain, whereupon he looked pityingly at
me, and says he :
" Do you see that hole in the bull's eye, ^ust the
size of a bullet ?"
I allowed that I did.
"Well," says he, "the bullets all went through
that hole."
Now I don't mean to say that the captain lied, my
boy ; but it's my opinion — my private opinion, my
boy, that if he ever writes a work of fiction, it will
sell !
La Mountain has been up in his balloon, and went
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so high that he could see all the way to the Gulf of
Mexico, and observe what they had for dinner at Fort
Pickens. He made discoveries of an important char
acter, my boy, and says that the rebels have concen
trated several troops at Manassas. A reporter of the
Tribune asked him if he could see any negro insurrec
tions, and he said that he did see some black spots
moving around near South Carolina, but found out
afterward that they were some ants which had got
into his telescope.
The Prince de Joinville's two sons, my boy, are
admirable additions to General McClellan's staff, and
speak English so well that I can almost understand
what they say. Two Arabs are expected here to
morrow to take command of Irish brigades, and
General Blenker will probably have two Aztecs to
assist him in his German division.
Yours, musingly,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XVIII.
DESCRIBING THE TERRIBLE DEATH AND MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE
OF A CONFEDERATE PICKET, WITH A TRIBUTE TO HIS MEMORY.
WASHINGTON, D. C., October 2Sth, 1861.
MY head swells with patriotic pride when I casually
remark that the Mackerel Brigade occupy the post of
honor to the left of Bull Bun, which they also left
on the day we celebrated. The banner which was
presented to us by the women of America, and which
it took the orator of the day six hours and forty min
utes to describe to us, we are using in the shape of
blazing neck- ties ; and when the hard-up sun of Vir
ginia shines upon the glorious red bands around the
sagacious necks of our veterans, they all look as
though they had just cut their throats. The effect is
gory, my boy — extremely gory and respectable.
At the special request of Secretary Seward, who
wrote six letters about it to the Governors of all the
States, I have been appointed a picket of the army of
the Upper Potomac. In your natural ignorance, my
boy, you may not know why a man is called a picket.
He is called a picket, my boy, because, if anybody
drops a pocket-book or a watch anywhere, his natural
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gifts would cause him to pick-it up. If he saw a
pocket, he would not pick-it — oh, no ! But pick-it —
picket.
The Picket, my boy, has been an institution ever
since wars began, and his perils are spoken of by some
of the high old poets in these beautiful lines :
" The chap thy tactics doom to bleed to-day —
Had he thy reasons, would he poker play ?
Pleased to the last, he does a deal of good,
And licks the man just sent to shed his blood.1'
I am weeping, my boy.
While on my lonely beat, about an hour ago, a
light tread attracted my attention, and looking up,
I beheld one of secesh's pickets standing before me.
" Soldier/' says he, " you remind me of my grand
mother, who expired before I was born ; but this un
natural war has made us enemies, and I must shoot
you. Give me a chaw terbacker."
He was a young man, my boy, in the prime of life,
and descended from the First Families of Virginia.
I looked at him, and says I :
" Let's compromise, my brother."
" Never !" says he. " The South is fighting for her
liberty, her firesides, and the pursuit of happiness, and
I desire most respectfully to welcome you with bloody
hands to a hospitable grave."
" Stand off ten paces," says I, " and let's see whose
name shall come before the coroner first."
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He took his place, and we fired simultaneously. I
heard a ball go whistling by a barn about a quarter
of a mile on my right ; and, when the smoke cleared
away, I saw the secesh picket approaching me with
an awful expression of woe on his otherwise dirty
countenance.
" Soldier/' says he, " was there anything in my
head before you fired ?"
" Nothing/' says I, " save a few harmless insects."
" I speak not of them/' says he. "Was there any
thing inside of my head ?"
"Nothing !" says I.
." Well/' says he, "just listen now."
He shook his head mournfully, and I heard some
thing rattle in it.
" What's that ?" I exclaimed.
" That," says he, " is your bullet, which has pene
trated my skull, and is rolling about in my brain. I
die happy, and with an empty stomach ; but there is
one thing I should like to see before I perish for my
country. Have you a quarter about you ?"
Too much affected to speak, I drew the coin from
my pocket and handed it to him.
The dying man clutched it convulsively, and stared
at it feverishly.
" This," said he, " is the first quarter I've seen
since the fall of Sumter ; and, had I wounded you, I
should have been totally unable to give you any quar-
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ter. Ah ! how beautiful it is ! how bright, how ex
quisite, and good for four drinks ! But I have not
time to say all I feel."
The expiring soldier then laid down his gun, hung
his cap and overcoat on a branch of a tree, and blew
his nose.
He then died.
And there I stood, my boy, on that lonely beat,
looking down on that fallen type of manhood, and
thinking how singular it was he had forgotten to give
me back my quarter.
As I looked upon him there, I could not help think
ing to myself, " here is another whose home shall
know him no more."
The sight and the thought so affected me, that I
was obliged to turn my back on the corpse and walk
a little way from it. When I returned to the spot,
the body was gone ! Had it gone to Heaven ?
Perhaps so, my boy — perhaps so ; but I hav'n't seen
my quarter since.
Your own picket,
ORPHEUS 0. KERR.
LETTER XIX.
NOTICING THE ARKIVAL OF A SOLID BOSTON MAN WITH AN UNPRE
CEDENTED LITERARY PRIZE, AND SHOWING HOW VILLIAM BROWN
WAS TRIUMPHANTLY PROMOTED.
"WASHINGTON, D. C., November — , 1861.
HAVING just made a luscious breakfast, my boy,
on some biscuit discovered amid the ruins of Hercu-
laneum, and purchased expressly for the grand army
by a contracting agent for the Government, I take a
sip of coffee from the very boot in which it was
warmed, and hasten to pen my dispatch.
On Wednesday morning, my boy, the army here was
reenforced by a very fat man from Boston, who said
he'd been used to Beacon street all the days of his life,
and considered the State House somewhat superior to
St. Peter's at Rome. He was a very fat man, my boy:
eight hands high, six and a half hands thick, and his
head looked like a full moon sinking in the west at
five o'clock in the morning. He said he joined the
army to fight for the Union, and cure his asthma, and
Colonel Wobert Wobinson thoughtfully remarked,
that he thought he could grease a pretty long bayonet
without feeling uncomfortable. This fat man, my
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boy, was leaning down to clean his boots just outside
of a tent, when the General of the Mackerel Brigade
happened to come along, and got a back view of
him.
" Thunder !" says the general, stopping short ;
" who's been sending artillery into camp ?"
" There's no artillery here, my boy," says I.
" Well," says he, " then what's the gun-carriage
doing here ?"
I explained to him that what he took for a gun-
carriage was a fat patriot blacking his boots ; and he
said that he be dam.
Soon after the arrival of this solid Boston man, my
boy, I noticed that he always carried about with him,
suspended by a strap under his right arm, something
carefully wrapped in oilskin. He was sitting with me
in my room at Willard's the other evening, and says
I to him :
"What's that you hug so much, my Plymouth
Rocker ?"
He nervously clutched his treasure, and says he :
"It's an unpublished poem of the Honorable
Edward, which I found in a very old album in Beacon
street. It's an immortal and unpublished poem,"
says he, fondly taking a roll of manuscript from the
oilskin wrapper, — " by the greatest and most silent
statesman of the age. You'll recognize the style at
once. — Listen —
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ADVICE TO A MAID.
Perennial maiden, thou art no less fair
Than those whose fairness barely equals thine ;
And like a cloud on Athos is thy hair,
Touched with Promethean fire to make it shine
Above the temple of a soul divine ;
And yet, methinks, it doth resemble, too,
The strands Berenice 'mid the stars doth twine,
As Mitchell's small Astronomy doth show ;
Procure the book, dear maid, when to the town you go.
Young as thou art, thou might'st be younger still,
If divers years were taken from thy life :
And who shall say, if marry man you will,
You may not prove some man's own wedded wife ?
Such things do happen in this worldly strife,
If they take place — that is, if they are done ;
For with warm love this earthly dream is rife —
And where love shines there always is a sun—
As I remark in my Oration upon Washington.
Supposing thou dost marry, thou wilt yearn
For that which thou dost want ; in fact, desire —
The wisdom shaped for older heads to learn,
And well designed to tame Youth's giddy fire :
The wisdom, conflicts with the world inspire,
Such as, perchance, I may myself possess,
Though I am but a man, as was my sire,
And own not wisdom such as gods may bless ;
For man is naught, and naught is nothingness.
Still, I may tell thee all that I do know,
And telling that, tell all I comprehend;
Since all man hath is all that he can show,
And what he hath not, is not his to lend.
Therefore, young maid, if you will but attend,
You shall hear that which shall salute your ear ;
But if you list not, I my breath shall spend
Upon the zephyrs wandering there and here,
The far-off hearing less, perhaps, than those more near.
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Remember this : thou art thy husband's wife,
And he the mortal thou art married to ;
Else, thou fore'er hadst led a single life,
And he had never come thy heart to woo.
Rememb'ring this, do thou remember, too,
He is thy bridegroom, thou his chosen bride;
And if unto his side thou provest true,
Then thou wilt bo for ever at his side ;
As Tacitus observes, with some degree of pride.
See that his buttons to his shirts adhere,
As Trojan Hector to the walls of Troy ;
And see that not, Achilles-like, appear
Rents in his stocking-heels ; but be your joy
To have his wardrobe all your thoughts employ,
Save such deep thought as may, in duty given,
Suit to his tastes his dinners ; nor annoy
Digestion's tenor in its progress even ;
Then his the joy of Harvard, Boston, and high HeaveJ
If a .bread-pudding thou wouldst fondly make —
A thing nutritious, but no costly meal —
Of bread that's stale a due proportion take,
And soak in water warm enough to feel ;
Then add a strip or two of lemon-peel,
"With curdled milk and raisins to your taste,
And stir the whole with ordinary zeal,
Until the mass becomes a luscious paste.
Such pudding strengthens man, and doth involve no waste.
" See thou thy husband's feet are never wet —
For wet brings cold, and colds such direful aches
As old Parrhasius never felt when set
On cruel racks or slow impaling stakes.
Make him abstain, if sick, from griddle-cakes —
They, being rich, his stomach might derange —
And if in thin-soled shoes a walk he takes,
See that his stockings he doth quickly change.
Thus should thy woman's love through woman's duties range.
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And now, fair maiden, all the stars grow pale,
And teeming Nature drinks the morning dews ;
And I must hasten to my Orient vale,
And quick put on a pair of over-shoes.
If from my words your woman's heart may choose
To find a guidance for a future way,
The Olympian impulse and the lyric muse
In such approval shall accept their pay.
And so, good-day, young girl — ah me ! oh my ! good-day.
EDWARD EVERDEVOURED.
As the solid Boston man finished reading this use
ful poem, he looked impressively at me, and says he :
" There's domestic eloquence for you ! The Hon
orable Edward is liberal in his views/' says he, en
thusiastically, " and treats his subject with some lati
tude."
"Yes," says I, thoughtfully, "but they call it
Platitude, sometimes."
He didn't hear me, my boy.
It is with raptures, my boy, that I record the pro
motion of Villiam Brown, Company 3, Kegiment 5,
Mackerel Brigade, to the rank of Captain, with the
privilege of spending half his time in New York, and
the rest of it on Broadway. Villiam left the army
of the Upper Potomac to pass his examination here,
and the Board of Examiners report that he reminded
them of Napoleon, and made them feel sorry for the
Duke of Wellington. One of the questions they
asked him was :
" Suppose your company was suddenly surrounded
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by a regiment of the enemy, and you had a precipice
in your rear, and twenty-seven hostile batteries in
front — what would you do ?"
Villiam thought a moment, and then says he :
" I'd resign my commission, and write to my mother
that I was coming home to die in the spring-time."
"Sensible patriot," says the Board. "Are you
familiar with the history of General Scott ?"
" You can bet on it," says Villiam, smiling like a
sagacious angel ; " General Scott was born in Vir
ginia when he was quite young, and discovered Scot
land at an early age. He licked the British in 1812,
wrote the Waverly Novels, and his son Whahae bled
with Wallace. Now, old hoss, trot out your com
mission and let's liquor."
"Pause, fair youth," says the Board. "What
makes you think that General Scott had a son named
' Whahae' ? We never heard that before."
" Ha !" says Villiam, agreeably, " that's because
you don't know poickry. Why," says Villiam, "if
you'll just turn to Burns' works, you'll learn that
" ' Scot's wha' ha'e wi' Wallace bled,'
and if that ain't good authority, where's your Shaks-
peare ?"
The Board was so pleased with Villiam's learning,
ray boy, that it gave him his commission, presented
him with two gun-boats and a cannon, and recom-
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mended him for President of the New York Histor
ical Society.
It was rumored in camp last night, that the army
would go into winter-quarters, and I asked Colonel
' Wobinson if he couldn't lend me a few of the quarters
in advance, as I felt like going in right away. He
explained to me that winter-quarters would only be
taken in exchange for Treasury Notes, and I with
drew my proposition for a popular loan.
Yours, speculative!?,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XX.
CONCERNING A. SIGNIFICANT BRITISH OUTRAGE, AND THE CAPTURE OF
MASON AND SLIDELL.
WASHINGTON, D. C., November 24th, 1861.
MR. SEWARD, my boy, who takes the Oath with
much sugar in it, and is likewise Secretary of State,
will probably write twenty-four letters to all the
Governors this week, in consequence of a recent out
rage committed by Great Britain. I may remark
with great indignation, that Great Britain is a mem
ber of one of the New York regiments, my boy, and
enlisted for the express purpose of stretching his legs.
He is shaped something like a barrel of ale, and has a
chin that looks like an apple-dumpling with a stitch
in its side. As I rode slowly along near Fort Corco
ran, on my Gothic steed Pegasus, about an hour ago,
admiring the beauties of Nature, and smoking a pipe
which was presented to me by the Women of Amer
ica, I espied Great Britain seated by the roadside,
contemplating an army biscuit. These biscuit, my
boy, as I stated last week, were discovered amid the
ruins of Herculaneum, and were at first taken for
meteoric stones.
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" Good morning, old Neutrality/' says I, affably,
" You appear to be lost in religious meditation."
"Ah !" says he, sighing like the great behemoth of
the Scriptures, " I was thinking of the way of the
transgressor. If the hinspired writers," says he,
" thought the way of the transgressor was 'ard, I
wonder what they'd think about this 'ere biscuit."
"You're jealous of America/' says I, "and it will
be the painful duty of the Union, the Constitution,
and the Enforcement of the Law to capture Canada,
if you continue your abolition harangues against the
best, the most beneficent and powerful bread in the
civilized world."
" Bread !" says he, with a groan in three syllables,
" do you call this ere biscuit bread ? Why," says he,
"this ere biscuit is Geology, and if it were in old
Hingland, it would be taken for one of the Elgin
marbles, and placed in the British Museum."
I need scarcely inform you, my boy, that after this
ungenerous remark of Great Britain, I left him con
temptuously, and at once proceeded to blockade a
place where the Oath is furnished in every style.
We have borne with Great Britain a great while,
my boy ; but it is now time for us to take Canada,
and wipe every vestige of British tyranny from the
face of the Globe. The American eagle, my boy,
flaps his dark wings over the red-head of battle, and
as his scarlet eyes rest for a moment on the English
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Custom House, he softly whispers — he simply remarks
— he merely ejaculates — GORE !
Americans ! fellow-citizens ! foreigners ! and people
of Boston ! Shall we longer allow the bloated British
aristocracy to blight us with base abolition procliv
ities, while Mr. Seward is capable of holding a pen ?
" Hail, blood and thunder 1 welcome, gentle Gore 1
Let the loud hewgag shatter every shore 1
High to the zenith let our eagle fly,
Ten thousand battles blazing in his eye !
Nail our proud standard to the Northern Pole,
Plant patent earthquakes in each foreign hole!
Shout havoc, murder, victory, and spoils,
Till all creation crouches in our toils !
Then, when the world to our behest is bent,
And takes the Herald for its punishment,
"We'll pin our banner to a comet's tail,
And shake the Heavens with a big ' ALL HAIL !' "
That's the spirit of America, my boy, taken with
nutmeg on top, and a hollow straw. Very good for
invalids.
Next to the question concerning the capacity of
gunboats for the sweet-potato trade, my boy, the
great topic of the day is the capture of Slidell and
Mason, whose arrest so pleased the colonel of the
Mackerel Brigade, that he got up at nine o'clock in
the morning to tell the President about it.
In the year 1776, my boy, this Slidell sold candles
in New York, and was born about two years after the
marriage of the elder SlidelL While he was yet a
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young man, he went much into female society, and at
length offered his hand to a lady. Her father being a
male, gave his consent to the match, and on the day
of the wedding, there was a fire in the Seventh Ward.
Since that time, Slidell has been a married man, and
was much respected until he got into the Senate. I
get these facts from a friend of the family, who has
a set of silver spoons engraved with the name of
Slidell.
The rebel Mason was born and bred in the United
States, and has always been a First Family. He says
he was going to Europe on account of his health.
The capture of these men, my boy, cannot fail to
produce a great sensation in diplomatic circles, and I
am informed by a reliable gentleman from Weehawken,
that Mr. Seward is preparing a letter to Lord Lyons
on the subject. This letter, I learn, will contain some
such passages as this :
" I have the honor to say to your lordship, that
your lordship must be aware of your lordship's im
portant duty as a Minister to the United States, and
I trust that your lordship will pay a little attention
to your lordship's grammar when next your lordship
addresses your lordship's most obedient servant. Your
lordship will permit me to say to your lordship, that
your lordship is in no way capable of interpreting the
Constitution to your lordship's American friends ;
and I trust your lordship will not be offended when I
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state to your lordship, that your lordship will find
nothing in the Constitution to compel your lordship
to demand your lordship's passport on account of the
recent capture of State prisoners from one of your
lordship's government's vessels, your lordship."
I read this extract to Colonel Wobert Wobinson,
of the Western Cavalry, my boy, and he said its only
fault was, that it hadn't enough lordships in it.
" Lordships," says he, "lend an easy grace to State
documents, and are as aristocratic as a rooster's tail
at sunrise."
The colonel is a natural poet, my boy, and abounds
in pleasing comparisons.
The review of seventy thousand troops near Mun-
son's Hill, on Thursday, was one of those stirring
events, my boy, which we have been upon the eve of
for the past year. A new cavalry company, for the
Mackerel Brigade, excited great attention as it went
past, and I understand the President said that, with
the exception of the horses and the men, it was one
of the finest cavalry mobs he ever saw. The horses
are a new pattern ; fluted sides, polished knobs on
the haunches, and a hand-rail all the way down the
back. A rebel caught sight of one of these fine ani
mals, the other day, and immediately fainted. It
was afterward ascertained that he owned a field of
oats in the neighborhood.
Yours, variously, ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXI.
DESCRIBING CAPTAIN VILLIAM BROWN'S GREAT EXPEDITION TO ACCO-
MAC, AND ITS MARVELLOUS SUCCESS.
WASHINGTON, D. C., December 1st, 1861.
'TwAS early morn, my boy. The sun rushed up
the eastern sky in a state of patriotic combustion, and
as the dew fell upon the grassy hill-sides, the moun
tains lifted up their heads and were rather green.
Far on the horizon six rainbows appeared, with an
American Eagle at roost on the top one, and as the
translucent pearl of the dawn shone between them,
and a small pattern of blue sky with thirty-four stars
broke out at one end, I saw — I beheld — yes, it ees !
it ees ! our Banger in the Skee yi !
The reason why the heavens took such an interest
in the United States of America was the fact, that
Captain Villiam Brown, of Company 3, Eegiment 5,
Mackerel Brigade, was to make a Great Expedition
to Accomac County on that morning. Twelve years
was the period originally assigned, my boy, for the
preparation of this Expedition ; but, when the gov
ernment heard that the Accomac rebels were making
candles of all the fat Boston men they took prisoners, it
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concluded to do something during the present century.
Villiain Brown was assigned to the command of the
Expedition, and when I asked the General of the
Mackerel Brigade how such selection happened to be
made, he said that Villiarn was assigned because there
were so many signs of an ass about him.
The General is much given to classical metaphors,
my boy, and ought to write for the new American
Encyclopedia.
Previous to starting, Villiain Brown called a meet
ing of his staff, for the purpose of selecting such
officers only who had slept with Harclee, and knew
beans.
" Gentlemen," said Villiam, seating himself at a
table, on which stood the Oath and a clean tumbler ;
" I wish to know which of you is the greatest shakes
in a sacred skrimmage."
A respectable lef tenant stepped forward with his
hand upon his boozum.
" Being a native of Philadelphia/' says he, " I am
naturally modest ; but only yesterday, when two
rebels pitched into me, I knocked them both over,
and am here to tell the tale."
Villiam Brown gave the speaker a piercing look,
my boy, and says he :
" Impostor ! beware how you insult the United
States of America. I fathom your falsehood/' says
he, " by my knowledge of Matthew Maticks. You
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say that two chivalries pitched into you, and you
knocked them, both over. Now Matthew Maticks
distinctly says that two into one goes no times, and
nothing over. Speaker of the House, remove this
lef tenant to the donjon keep. He's Ananias Num
ber 2."
The officer from Philadelphia being removed to the
guard-house, where there is weeping and wailing, and
picking of teeth, another leftenant stepped for
ward :
" I deal in technicalities," says he, " and can post
you in law."
"Ha!" says Villiam, softly sipping the Oath,
" then I will try you with an abstract question, my
beautiful Belvideary. Supposing Mason and Slidell
were your friends, how would you work it to get them
out of Fort Warren ?"
"Why," said the leftenant, pleasantly, "I'd sue
out a writ of Habeas Jackass, and get the New York
Herald to advise the Government not to let them
out."
"Yes," says Villiam, meditatively, "that would
be sure to do it. I'll use you to help me get up my
Proclamation."
"And now," says Villiam, dropping a lump of
sugar into the Oath, and stirring it with a comb,
" who is that air melancholy chap with a tall hat on,
who looks like Hamlet with a panic ?"
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The melancholy chap came to the front, shook his
long locks like Banquo, and says he :
" I'm the Press. I'm the Palladium of our Lib
erties —
" ; Here shall the Press the People's rights maintain,
Una wed by affluence and inspired by gain.'
I'm the best advertising medium in the country, and
have reptile cotemporaries. I won't be suppressed.
No, sir ! — no, sir ! — I refuse to be suppressed/'
" You're a giant intellek," says Villiam, looking
at him through the bottom of a tumbler; "but I
can't stand the press. Speaker of the House, remove
him to the bath and send for a barber. Now, gentle
men, I will say a few words to the troops, and then
we will march according to Hardee."
The section of the Mackerel Brigade being mus
tered in line against a rail fence, my boy, Captain
Yilliam Brown shut one eye, balanced himself on one
foot, and thus addressed them .
" FELLOW-SOLDATS ! (which is French.) It was
originally intended to present you with a stand of
colors ; but the fellow-citizen who was to present it
has only got as far as the hundred and fifty-second
page of the few remarks he intended to make on the
occasion, and it is a military necessity not to wait for
him. (See Scott's Tactics, Vol. III., pp. 24.) I have
but few words to say, and these are them : Should
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any of you happen to be killed in the coming battle,
let me implore you to Die without a groan. It sounds
better in history, as well as in the great, heart-stirring
romances of the weekly palladiums of freedom. How
well it reads, that ' Private Muggins received a shot
in the neck and died without a groan! Soldats !
bullets have been known to pass clean through the
thickest trees, and so I may be shot myself. Should
such a calamity befall our distracted country, I shall
die without a groan, even though I am a grown per
son. Therefore, fear nothing. The eyes of the whole
civilized world are upon you, and History and Do
mestic Romance expect to write that you died with
out a groan."
At the conclusion of this touching and appropriate
speech, my boy, all the men exclaimed : " We will !"
except a young person from New York, who said
that he'd rather "Groan without a die ;" for which
he was sentenced to read Seward's next letter.
The Army being formed into a Great Quadrilateral
(See Raymond's Tactics), moved forward at a double-
quick, and reached Accomac just as the impatient sun
was rushing down. With the exception of a mule,
the only Virginian to be seen was a solitary Chivalry,
who had strained himself trying to raise some interest
from a Confederate Treasury Note, and couldn't get
away.
Observing that only one man was in sight, Captain
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Villiam Brown, who had stopped to tie his shoe behind
a large tree on the left, made a flank movement on the
Chivalry.
"Is these the borders of Accomac ?" says he, pleas
antly.
" Why !" says the Chivalry, giving a start, "you
must be Lord Lyons."
" What makes you think that ?" asked Villiam.
" Oh, nothing — only your grammar/' says Chivalry.
This made Villiam very mad, my boy, and he or
dered the bombardment to be commenced immediate
ly ; but as all the powder had been placed on board a
vessel which could not arrive under two weeks, it was
determined to take possession without combustion.
Finding himself master of the situation, Captain
Villiam Brown called the solitary Chivalry to him,
and issued the following
PROCLAMATION.
CITIZEN OF ACCOMAC ! I come among you not as
a incendiary and assassin, but to heal your wounds
and be your long-lost father. Several of the happiest
months in my life were not spent in Accomac, and
your affecting hospitality will make me more than
jealously-watchful of your liberties and the pursuit
of happiness. (See the Constitution.)
Citizen of Accomac ! These brave men, of whom
I am a spectator, are not your enemies ; they are your
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brothers, and desire to embrace you in fraternal bonds.
They wish to be considered your guests, and respect
fully invite you to observe the banner of our common
forefathers. In proof whereof I establish the follow
ing orders :
I. — If any nigger come within the lines of the United
States Army to give information, whatsomever,
of the movements of the enemy, the aforesaid
shall have his head knocked off, and be returned
to his lawful owner, according to the groceries
and provisions of the Fugitive Slave Ack.
(See the Constitution.)
II. — If any chicken or other defenceless object belong
ing to the South, be brought within the lines
of the United States Army, by any nigger, his
heirs, administrators, and assigns, the afore
said shall have his tail cut off, and be sent
back to his rightful owner at the expense of
the Treasury Department.
III. — Any soldier found guilty of shooting the South
ern Confederacy, or bothering him in any man
ner whatsomever, the same shall be deemed
guilty of disorderly conduct, and be pronounced
an accursed abolitionist.
VILLIAM BROWN, Eskevire,
Captain Conic Section Mackerel Brigade,
Commanding Accomac.
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The citizen of Accomac, my boy, received this
proclamation favorably, and said ho wouldn't go
hunting Union pickets until the weather was warmer.
Whereupon Villiam Brown fell upon his neck and
wept copiously.
The Union Army, my boy, now holds undisputed
possession of over six inches of the sacred soil of Ac
comac, and this unnatural rebellion has received a
blow which shakes the rotten fabric to its shivering
centre. The strong arm of the Government has at
last reached the stronghold of treason, and in a few
years this decisive movement on Accomac will be fol
lowed by the advance of our army on the Potomac.
Yours, with expedition,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXII.
TREATING OF VILLIASl'S OCCUPATION OF ACCOMAC, AND HIS WISE
DECISION IN A CONTRABAND CASE.
WASHINGTON, D. 0., December 16th, 1861.
AFTER sleeping with Congress for two days, my
boy, and observing four statesmen and a small page
driven to the verge of apoplexy by the exciting tale
called the President's Message, I thought it was about
time to mingle with the world again, and sent my
servant, Percy de Mortimer, to bring me my gothic
steed Pegasus. After a long search in the fields after
that chaste architectural animal, my boy, he met a
Missouri picket chap, and says he :
" Hev .you seen a horse hereabout, my whisky-
doodle ?"
" Hoss !" says Missouri, spitting with exquisite
precision on one of De Mortimer's new boots. " No,
I aint seen no boss, my Fejee bruiser ; but there's an
all-fired big crow-roost down in that corner, I reckon ;
and it must be alive, for I heard the bones rattle when
the wind blew."
My valet, Mr. De Mortimer, paid no heed to his
satirical lowness, my boy, but proceeded majestically
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to where my gothic beast was eating the remains of a
straw mattress. Brushing a few crows from the back
bone of the fond charger, upon which they were inno
cently roosting, he placed the saddle amidships, and
conducted the fiery stallion to my hotel.
Mounting in hot haste, I was about to start for
Accomac, when the General of the Mackerel Brigade
came down the steps in hot haste, and says he :
" Is the Army of the Potomac about to advance ?"
"Why do you ask ?" says I.
"Thunder!" says he, "I've been so long in one
spot that I was going to get out my naturalization
papers as a citizen of Arlington Heights. Ah !" says
he, with a groan, " when the advance takes place I
shall be too old to enjoy it."
I asked him why he didn't make arrangements to
have his grandson take his place, if he should become
superanuated before the advance took place ; and he
said that he be dam.
On reaching Accomac, my boy, I found the Conic
Section of the Mackerel Brigade reconnoitering in
force after a pullet they had seen the night before.
Which they couldn't catch it.
Captain Villiam Brown, my boy, has his head
quarters in a house with the attic and cellar on the
same floor. I found two fat pickets playing poker on
the roof, six first class pickets doing up Old Sledge
on the rail-fence in front of the door, and eight con-
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sumptive pickets eating a rooster belonging to the
Southern Confederacy on the roof of a pig-pen.
As I entered the aiiy and commodious apartment
of the command er-in chief, I beheld a sight to make
the muses stare like the behemoth of the Scriptures,
and cause genius to take another nip of old rye.
There was the cantankerous captain, my boy, seated
on a keg of gunpowder, with his head laid sideways
on a table ; one hand grasping a bottle half full of
the Oath, and the other writing something on a piece
of paper laid at right angles with his nose.
" Hallo, my interesting infant," says I, " are you
drawing a map of Pensacola for an enlightened
press ?"
" Ha !" says Villiam, starting up, and eyeing me
closely through the bottom, of a bottle, "you behold
me in the agonies of composition. Read this poickry,"
says he, " and if it aint double X with the foam off,
where's your Milton ?"
I took the paper, my boy, which resembled a speci
men-card of dead flies, and read this poem :
" The God of Bottles bo our aid,
When rebels crack us;
"We'll bend the bottle-neck to him,
And he will Bacchus.
" By Capt. Y ILL: AM BKOWN, Eskevire."
I told Villiam that everything but the words of his
poem reminded me of Longfellow, and says he :
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" Don't mention my undoubted genius in public ;
because if Seward knew that I wrote poickry, he'd
think I wanted to be President in 1865, and he'd get
the Honest Old Abe to remove me. I think/' says
Villiam, abstractedly, " that the Honest Old Abe is
like a big bumble bee with his tail cut off, when his
Cabinet comes humming around him."
Villiam once stirred up the monkeys in a menagerie,
my boy, and his metaphors from Natural History are
chaste.
At this moment a file of the Mackerel Brigade
came in, bringing a son of Africa, who looked like a
bottle of black ink wrapt up in a dirty towel, and a
citizen of Accomac, who claimed him as his slave.
" Captain," says the citizen of Accomac, " this
nigger belongs to me, and I want him back. Besides,
he stole a looking-glass from me, and has got it hid
somewheres."
Villiam smiled like a pleased clam, and says he :
" You say he stole a looking-glass ?"
" I reckon," says Accomac.
"Prisonier!" says Villiam, to the Ethiop, "did
you ever see the devil ?"
" Nebber, sar, since missus died."
" Citizen "of Accomac," says Villiam, sternly, "you
have told a whopper ; and I shall keep this child of
oppression to black the boots of the United States of
America. You say he stole a looking-glass. He says
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he has never seen the devil. Observe now/' says Vil-
liam, argumentatively, "how plain it is? that if he
had even looked at your looking-glass, he must have
seen the devil about the same time/'
The citizen of Accomac saw that his falsehood was
discovered, my boy, and returned to the bosom of his
family cursing like a rifled parson. Villiam then
adjourned the court for a week, and sent the contra
band out to enjoy the blessings of freedom, digging
trenches.
It is pleasing, my boy, to see our commanders dis
pensing justice in this manner ; and I don't wonder
at the President's wanting to abolish the Supreme
Court. Yours, judicially,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXIII.
CONCERNING BRITISII NEUTRALITY AND ITS COSMOPOLITAN EFFECTS,
WITH SOME ACCOUNT OF HOW CAPTAIN BOB SHORTY LOST HIS
COMPANY.
WASHINGTON, D. C., December 20th, 1861.
WHEN Britain first, at Napoleon's command, my
boy, arose from out the azure main, this was her
charter, her charter of the land, that Britains never,
never, never shall be slaves as. long as they have a
chance to treat everybody else like niggers. Suffer
me also to remark, that, Britannia needs no bulwarks,
no towers along the steep ; her march is o'er the
mountain wave, her home is on the deep — where she
keeps up her neutrality by smuggling contraband
Southern confederacies, and swearing like a hard
shell chaplain when Uncle Sam's ocean pickets over
haul her.
Albion's neutrality is waking up a savage spirit
in the United States of America, as you will un
derstand from the following Irish Idle which was
written
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PRO PAT-RIA.
Two Irishmen out of employ,
And out at the elbows as aisily,
Adrift in a grocery-store
Were smoking and taking it lazily.
The one was a broth of a boy,
Whose cheek-bones turned out and turned in again,
His name it was Paddy O'Toole —
The other was Misther McFinnigan.
I think of enlistin'," says Pat,
" Because do you see what o'clock it is ;
There's nothin' adoin' at all
But drinkin' at Mrs. O'Docharty's.
It's not until after the war
That business times will begin again,
And fightin's the duty of all " —
"You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
" Bad luck to the rebels, I say,
For kickin' up all of this bobbery,
They call themselves gintlemen, too,
"While practin' murder and robbery ;
Now if it's gintale for to steal,
And take all your creditors in again,
I'm glad I'm no gintleman born "—
"You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
" The spalpeens make bould to remark
Their chivalry couldn't be ruled by us ;
And by the same token I think
They're never too smart to bo fooled .by us.
Now if it's tho nagurs they mane
Be chivalry, (hen it's a sin again
To fight for a cause that is black " —
"You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
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" A nagur's a man, 70 may say,
And aiqual to all other Southerners ;
But chivalry 's made him a brute,
And so he's a monkey to Northerners ;
Sure, look at tho poor cratur's heels,
And look at his singular shin again j
It's not for such gintlemen fight " —
"You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
" The nagur States wanted a row,
And now, be mo sowl, but they'v.e got in it I
They've chosen a bed that is hard,
However they shtrivo for to cotton it.
I'm thiukin', when winter comes on
They'll all bo inclined to come in again ;
But then we must bate them at first " —
"You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
"Och hone! but it's hard that a swato
Good-lookin' young chap like myself indado,
Should loose his ten shillius a day
Because of tho throublo tho South has made :
But that's just tho raison, ye see,
"Why I should help Union to win again •
It's that will bring wages once more " —
" You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
" Joost mind what ould England's about,
A sendin' her throops into Canaday ;
And all her ould ships on the coast
Are ripe for some treachery any day.
Now if she should mix m tho war —
Bo jabers ! it makes mo head spin again I
Ould Ireland would have such a chance /" —
" You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
" You talk about Irishmen, now,
Enlistin' by thousands from loyalty ;
But wait till the Phoenix Brigade
Is called to put down British Royalty !
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It's then with the Stars and the Stripes
All Irishmen here would go in again,
To strike for the Shamrock and Harp 1" —
" You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
41 Och, murther ! me blood's in a blaze,
To think of bould Corcoran leading us
Right into the camp of the bastes
"Whose leeches so long have been bleeding us !
The Stars and the Stripes here at home
To Canada's walls we would pm again,
And wouldn't we raise them m Cork ?" —
"You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
" And down at the South, do ye mind,
There's plinty of Irishmen mustering,
Deluded to fight for the wrong
By rebel mis-statements and blustering ;
But once let ould England, their foe,
To fight with the Union begin again,
And sure, they'd desert to a man!" —
"You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
" There's niver an Irishmen born,
From Maine to the end of Secessiondom.
But longs for a time and a chance
To fight for this country in Hessian-dom ;
And so, if ould England should try
"With treacherous friendship to sin again,
They'll all be on one side at once " —
"You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
""We've brothers in Canada, too —
(And didn't the Prince have a taste of them ?) —
To say that to Ireland they're true
Is certainly saying the laste of them.
If, bearing our flag at our head,
"We rose Ireland's freedom to win again,
They'd murther John Bull in the rear 1" —
"You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan,
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" Hurroo ! for the Union, me boys,
And divil take all who would bother it,
Secession's a nagur so black
The divil himself ought to father it ;
Hurroo ! for the bould 69th,
That's prisintly bound to go in again ;
It's Corcoran's rescue they're at " —
"You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
" I'm off right away to enlist,
And sure won't the bounty be handy-0 I
To kapo mo respectably dressed
And furnish me dudheens and brandy-0 1
I'm thinkin', me excellent friend,
Ye'ro eyeing that bottle of gin again ;
You wouldn't mind thryiti' a drop " —
"You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
British neutrality, my boy; reminds me of a chap
I orico knew in the Sixth Ward. Two solid men,
who didn't get drunk more than once a day, were
running for alderman, and they both made a dead set
on this chap ; but they hadn't any money, and he
couldn't see it.
"See here, old tops," says he, "I'll be a neutral
this time ; so go in porgies !"
Well, my boy, the election came off, and neither
of the old tops was elected. No, sir ! Now, who do
you suppose ivas elected ?
The Neutral Chap, my boy !
Mad as hornets with the hydrophobia, the two old
tops went to see him, and says they :
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" Confound your picture, didn't you promise to be
neutral ?"
The chap dipped his nose into a cocktail., and then
says he, blandly :
" I was neutral, old Persimmonses. I only went
to fifty Democrats, and got 'em to vote for me. Then
to be neutral, I had to get fifty of the other feller's
Black Kepublicans to do the same thing. Then I
voted twelve times for myself, and ivent in."
It was a very beautiful case, my boy, and the old
tops were only heard to utter — they were only known
to exclaim — they were barely able to articulate — that
neutrality didn't pay.
Early yesterday morning, my boy, Company B,
Eegiment 3, Mackerel Brigade, went down toward
Centreville on a reconnoissance in force under Captain
Bob Shorty. The Captain is a highly intellectual
patriot, and don't get his sword twisted between his
legs when he carries it in his hand. He led the com
pany through the mud like a Christmas duck, until
they came to a thicket in which something was seen
to move.
" Halt, you tarriers \" says Captain Bob Shorty, in
a voice trembling with bravery. "Form yourselves
into a square according to Hardee, while I stir up
this here bush. There's something in that bush,"
says he, "and it's either the Southern Confederacy,
or some other cow."
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The captain then leaned up to a tree to make him
steady on his pins, my boy, and rammed his sword
into the bushes like a poker into a fire — thus :
Nobody hurt on our side.
What followed, my boy, can be easily told. At an
early hour on the evening of the same day, a solitary
horseman might have been seen approaching "Wash
ington. It was Captain Bob Shorty, with his hat
caved in, and a rainbow spouting under his left eye.
He went straight to the head-quarters of the General
of the Mackerel Brigade, and says he :
"General, I've reconnoitered in force, and found
the enemy both numerious and cantankerous."
"Beautiful!" says the general; "but where is
your company ?"
"Well, now," says Captain Bob Shorty, "you'd
hardly believe it ; but the last I see of that ere com
pany, it was engaged in the pursuit of happiness at
the rate of six miles an hour, with the rebels at the
wrong end of the track. Dang my rations \" says
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Captain Bob Shorty, "if I don't think that ere bob-
tailed company has got to Kichmond by this time/'
" Thunder \" says the general., " didn't they kill any
of the rebels ?"
" Nary a Confederacy/' says Captain Bob Shorty.
" The bullets all rolled out of them ere muskets of
theirs before the powder got fairly on fire. Them
muskets/' continued Captain Bob Shorty, "would be
good for a bombardment. You might possibly hit a
city with them at two yards' range ; but in personal
encounters they are inferior to the putty-blowers of
our innocent childhood."
As the captain made this observation, my boy, he
stepped hurriedly to the table, lifted a tumbler con
taining the Oath to his pallid lips, took a seat in the
coal-scuttle, and burst into a flood of tears.
Deeply affected by this touching display of a beau
tiful trait in our common nature, the general placed
a small piece of ice on the captain's slanting brow,
and hid his own emotions in a bottle holding about a
quart.
In reference to the beautiful battle-piece, accom
panying this epistle, my boy, allow me to observe
that it was taken on the spot by the Chiar' oscuro
artist, Patrick de la Koach, well-known in his native
Italy as " Roachy." He studied in Rome (New
York), and has a style peculiar for its width of tone
and length of breath. The dark complexion of the
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figures in this fine picture represents the effects of the
Virginia sun. Our troops are much tanned. The
work was painted in oil colors with a bit of charcoal,
my boy, and a copy of it will probably be ordered for
the Capitol. Yours, for high old art,
OP.PHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXIV.
NARRATING THE MACKEREL BRIGADE'S MANNER OF CELEBRATING
CHRISTMAS, AND NOTING A DEADLY AFFAIR OF HONOR BETWEEN
TWO WELL-KNOWN OFFICERS.
WASHINGTON, D. C., December 26th, 1861.
A MERRY Christmas and Happy New Year, my
boy, and the same to yourself. The recurrence of
these gay old annuals makes me feel as ancient as the
First Families of Virginia, and as grave as a church
yard. How well I remember my first Christmas !
Early in the morning, my dignified paternal pre
sented me with a beautiful spanking, and then my
maternal touched me up with her slipper to stop my
crying. Sensible people are the women of America,
my boy ; they slap a boy on his upper end, which
makes him howl, and then hit him on the other end
to stop his noise. There's good logic in the idea, my
boy. That first Christmas of mine was memorable
from the fact that my present was a drum, on which
I executed a new opera of my own composition with
such good effect, that in the evening, a deputation of
superannuated neighbors and old maids waited on my
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father with a petition that he would send me to sea
immediately.
But to return to the present, suffer me to observe
that last Wednesday was celebrated by the Mackerel
Brigade in a manner worthy of the occasion. Two
hundred turkeys belonging to the Southern Confed
eracy were served up for dinner, and from what I
tasted, I am satisfied that they belonged to the First
Families. They were very tough, my boy.
In the evening, there was a ball, to which a num
ber of the women of America were invited. Captain
Villiam Brown came up from Accomac on purpose to
attend, and looked, as the General of the Mackerel
Brigade genteelly expressed it, like a bag of indigo
that had been out without an umbrella in a hard
shower of brass buttons. The general has an acute
perception of the Beautiful, my boy.
Villiam took the Oath six times, and then took a
survey of the festive scene through the bottom of a
tumbler. The first person he recognized was the
youngest Miss Muggins, waltzing like a deranged bal
loon with Captain Bob Shorty. Captain Bob was
spinning around like a dislocated pair of tongs, and
smirked like a happy fiend. Villiam gave one stare,
put the tumbler in his pocket, and then made a bee-
line for the pair.
" Miss Muggins," says he, " you'll obleege me by
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dropping that air mass of brass buttons and mous
taches, and dancing with me."
" I beg your parding, sir," says Miss Muggins, with
dignity, " but I chooses my own company."
" Villiam," says Captain Bob Shorty, " if you don't
take that big nose of yours away, it will be my pain
ful duty to set it a little further back in your repul
sive countenance."
Then Villiam was mad. He hastily buttoned his
coat up to the neck, took a bite of tobacco, and says
he:
" Captain Shorty, we have lived like br-r-others ; I
have borrowed many a quarter of you ; and you
promised that when I died, you would wrap me up
in the American flag. But now you are mine enemy,
and — ha ! ha ! — I am yours. Wilt fight ?"
'Twas enough !
" I wilt," responded Captain Bob Shorty. And in
ten minutes' time these desperate men stood face to
face on the banks of the Potomac, the ghastly moon
looking solemnly down upon them through a rift of
floating shrouds ; and one of the First Families of
Virginia pickets squinting at them from a neighbor
ing bush. Yilliam's second was Colonel Wobert
Wobinson of the Western Cavalry, Captain Bob
Shorty's was Samyule Sa-mith. The fifth of the
party was a fat surgeon from St. Louis, who stood
with his sleeves rolled up and a big jack-knife in his
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hand. The surgeon also had a stomach pump with
him, my boy, and twelve boxes of anti-bilious pills.
The weapons were pistols, and the distance seventy
paces.
Captain Villiam Brown was observed to shiver, as
he took his place, and was so cold, that he took aim
at the surgeon instead of his antagonist. The sur
geon called his attention to this little error ; and he
immediately rectified his mistake by pointing his
weapon point-blank at Samyule Sa-mith.
" You blood-thirsty cuss !" shouted Samyule, with
great emotion, " what are you pointing at me for ?"
"I was thinking of my poor grandmother/' said
Villiam, feelingly ; and immediately fired at the
moon.
Simultaneously, Captain Bob Shorty sent his bullet
skimming along the ground, in the direction of Wash
ington, and said that he wanted to go home.
The surgeon decided that nobody was hurt ; and
the two infuriated principals commenced to reload
their pistols, with horrible calmness.
Now it came to pass, that while Captain Villiam
Brown was stooping down fixing his weapon, his
hand became unsteady, and he pulled the trigger,
without meaning to. Bang ! went the concern, and
whiz ! went the ball right between the legs of Colonel
Wobert Wobinson, causing that noble officer to skip
four times, and swear awfully.
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"Treachery \" says Captain Bob Shorty, spinning
around in great excitement, and letting drive at
Samyule Sa-mith who happened to be nearest.
" Gaul darn ye !" screamed Samyule, turning pur
ple in the face, " you've gone and shot all the rim of
my cap off."
" I couldn't help it," says Bob, looking into the
barrel of his pistol with great intensity of gaze.
At this moment, Villiam, who had loaded up again,
tried to put the hammer of his weapon down on the
cap ; but his hand slipped, and the charge exploded,
barking the shins of the fat surgeon, and sending a
bullet clean through his stomach-pump.
The surgeon just took a seat, my boy, rubbed his
shins half a second, took four boxes of pills, and then
began to cuss I Marshal Kynders can cuss some, my
boy, but that fat surgeon could beat him and all the
Custom-House together.
But suddenly a strange sound reduced all else to
silence. It came first like the rumbling of a barrel
of potatoes, and then grew into a fiendish chuckle. It
was found to proceed from a neighboring bush, and on
proceeding thither the party beheld a sight to make
the pious weep. Kolling about in the brush was one
of the First Families of Virginia pickets, kicking his
heels in the air, and laughing himself right straight
into apoplexy.
" 0 Lord !" says he, going into a fresh convulsion,
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" take me prisoner and hang me for a rebel, but I
never did see such a good one as that air gay old
duel. If you'd kept on/' says the picket, turning
purple in the face, " I really reckon I should a busted
myself."
Captain Villiam Brown was greatly scandalized at
this unseemly mirth, my boy, and requested the sur
geon to cut the picket's head off ; but Colonel Wobert
Wobinson interposed, and the laughing chap was only
made prisoner.
"And now, Villiam/' says Captain Bob Shorty,
" we've had the satisfaction of gentlemen, and can be
friends again. I spurns Miss Muggins. The Amer
ican flag is my only bride, and as for you ! — well,
I think rather more of you than I do of my own
father."
" Come to my arms !" exclaimed Villiam, falling
upon his neck, and improving the opportunity to take
the Oath from his canteen.
It was an affecting sight, my boy ; and as those
two noble youths walked amicably back to the camp
together, the fat surgeon remarked to Samyule Sa-mith
that they reminded him of Damon and Pythias just
returned from the Syracuse Convention.
Yours, for the Code,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXV.
PRESENTING THE CHAPLAIN'S NEW YEAR POEM, AND REPORTING THE
SINGULAR CONDUCT OF THE GENERAL OF THE MACKEREL BRIGADE
ON THE DAY HE CELEBRATED.
"WASHINGTON, D. C., January 2d, 1S62.
ANOTHER year, my boy, has dawned upon a struggle
in which the hopes of freedom and integrity all over
the world are breathlessly involved ; and if the day-
star of Liberty is destined to go down into the ocean
wave, what is to become of the unoffending negroes ?
I extract this beautiful passage, my boy, from the
forthcoming speech of a fat Congressman, who is a
friend to the human race, and charges the Adminis
tration with imbecility and with mileage. I conversed
with him the other evening, and, after discussing va
rious topics, asked him what he thought of the Wash
ington statue as it stood ? He winked three times,
and then says he :
" The only Washington statue I know anything
about, is statu quo."
The chaplain of the Mackerel Brigade joined seri
ously in our staff festivities on New Year's eve, my
boy ; but as midnight approached he grew very silent,
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and at a quarter of twelve he arose from his seat by
the fire and asked permission to read something which
he had written.
"I would not retard your inevitable inebriation/'
says he to us, as he drew a manuscript from one of his
pockets, " but it is only fitting that we should pay
Borne regard to
"THE DYING YEAR.
" Dying at last, Old Year I
Another stroke of yonder clock, and thou
Wilt pass the threshold of the world we see
Into the world where Yesterday and Now
Blend with the hours of the No More To Be.
" I saw the moon last night
Rise like a crown from the dim mountain's head,
And to the Council of the Stars take way ;
For thou, the king, though kinsman of the dead,
Swayed still the sceptre of Another Day.
" I see the moon to-night,
Sightless and misty as a mourner's eye,
Behind a vail ; or, like a coin to seal
The lids of Time's last-born to majesty,
Touched with the darkness of a hidden Leal.
" Mark where yon shadow crawls
By slow degrees beneath the window-sill,
Timed by the death-watch, ticking slow and dull;
The tide of night is rising, black and still —
Old Year, thou diest when 'tis at its full I
" Ay ! moan and moan again,
And shake all Nature in thine agony,
And tear the ermine robes that mock thee now
Like gilded fruit upon a blasted tree ;
To-morrow comes ! To-morrow, where are Thou ?
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11 Wouldst thou be shrived, Old Year ?
. Thou subtle sentence of delusive Time,
Framed but to deepen all the mystery
Of Life's great purpose ! Come, confess the crime,
And man's Divinity shall date from thee 1
" Speak to my soul, Old Year ;
Let but a star leave its bright eminence
In thy death-struggle, if this deathless Soul
Holds its own destiny and recompense
In the grand mast'ry of a GOD'S control I
" No sound, no sign from thee ?
And must I live, not knowing why I live,
"Whilst Thou and years to come pass by me here
"With faces hid, refusing still to give
The one poor word that bids me cease to fear ?
" That word, I charge thee, speak !
Quick 1 for the moments tremble on the verge
Of the black chasm where lurks the midnight spell,
And solemn winds already chant thy dirge —
Give Earth its Heaven, or Hell a deeper Hell I
" Speak ! or I curse thee here !
I'll call it YEA if but a withered twig,
Tossed by the wind, falls rattling on the roof;
I'll call it YEA, if e'en a shutter creak,
Breathe but on me, and it shall stand for proof!
" Too late ! The midnight bell —
The crawling shadow at its witching flood,
"With the deep gloom of the Beyond is wed,
And I, unanswered, sit within and brood,
And thou, Old Year, art silent— Thou art DEAD !"
When the chaplain finished his reading, my boy, I
told him that he must excuse the party for going to
sleep, as they were really very tired.
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On New Year's day, my boy, the General of the
Mackerel Brigade desired me to make a few calls with
him ; and appeaml tit my lodgings in a confirmed
state of kid gloves, which he bought for the express
purpose of making a joke.
" A happy New Year to you, my Duke of Wel
lington/' says I. " You look as frisky as a spring
lamb."
Immediately a look of intense meaning came over
his Corinthian face, and he remarked, with awful
solemnity :
" Thunder ! you might better call me a goat, my
Prushian blue, seeing that I've got a couple of kids
on hand just now."
The joke was a good article in the glove line, my
boy, and I don't think that the general had been
studying over it more than four hours before we
met.
We made our first call at a house where the ladies
were covered with smiles as with a garment ; and re
marked that the day was fine. The general smiled
in return, until his profile reminded me of a cracked
tea-pot ; and says he : " Ladies, allow me to tender
the compliments of the season. In this wine," says
he, " which I hold in my hand, I behold the roses of
your cheeks when you blush, and the sparkle of your
eyes when you laugh. Let us hope that another New
Year will find our unhappy country free from her
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enemies, and the curse of African slavery blotted out
of the map/'
I whispered to the general that slavery wasn't on
the map at all ; and he confidentially informed me,
that I be dam.
We then repaired to a house where the ladies had
a very happy expression of countenance, and told us
that it was a pleasant day. The general accidentally
filled a wine glass with the deuce of the grape, and
says he : " Ladies, suffer me to articulate the com
pliments of the season. This aromatic beverage/'
says he, " is. but a liquid presentment of your
blushes and glances. Let us trust that within a
year our country will resume the blessings of peace,
and the unhappy bondman will be obliterated from
the map/'
One of the ladies said, "te-he."
Another said that she felt "he ! he ! he !"
" I believe her, my boy !"
As we returned to the street, I told the general
that he'd better leave out the map at the next
place, and he said that he'd do it if he was'nt afraid
that Congress would'nt confirm his appointment, if
he did.
We then visited a family where the ladies had faces
beaming with happiness, and observed that it was
really a beautiful day. The general happened to be
placed near a cut-glass goblet, and says he : "Ladies,
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in compliance with the day we celebrate, I offer the
compliments of the season. This mantling nectar/'
says he, "blushes like women and glitters like her
orbs. Let us pray that in the coming twelve months,
the stars and stripes will be re-established, and the
negro removed from the map."
He also said hie, my boy ; and one of the ladies
wanted to know what that meant ?"
I told her that Hie was a Latin term from Cicero
de Officiis, and meant Hicjacet — hear lies.
" 0 !" says she, " te-he-he !"
On reaching the sidewalk this time, my boy, the
general clasped my hand warmly, and said he'd never
forget me. He said I was his dear friend, and must
never leave him ; and I said I wouldn't.
We then called at a house where the ladies all
smiled upon us, and remarked that we were having
charming weather. The general raised a glass, and
says he :
" Ge-yurls, I am an old man ; but you are the
complimeus of season. You are blushing like the
•wine-glass, and also your sparkles. On another New
Year's day let our banner — certainly let us all do it.
And the negro slavery blot out the map/'
As he uttered these feeling words, my boy, he bowed
to me and kissed my hand. After which he looked
severely at his pocket-handkerchief, and tried to leave
the room by way of the fire-place.
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I asked him if he hadn't better take some soda ;
and he said, that if I would come and live with him
he would tell me how he came to get married. He
said he loved me.
Shortly after this we called at a residence where
the ladies all looked very happy and said that it was
a fine day. The general threw all the strength of his
face into one eye, and says he :
" Ladles, we are compl'm^ns, and you are the ne
groes on the map. This year — pardon me, I should
intro-interror-oduce my two friends who is drunk —
this year I say, our country may be hap — "
Here the general turned suddenly to me with tears
in his eyes, and asked me to promise that I would
never, never leave him. He said that I was a
genTm'n, and ought to give up drinking. I con
ducted him tenderly to the hall, where he em
braced me passionately, and invited me to call and
see him.
As soon as he had made a few remarks to a lamp
post, requesting it to call at Willard's as it went
home, and tell his wife that he was well, I took his
arm, and we moved on at right angles.
It is worthy of remark that at our next calling-
place the ladies all beamed with joy, and told us that
it was a delightful day. The general took a looking-
glass for a window, and stood still before it, until I
tapped him on the shoulder.
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" D'you zee that drunken fool standing there in
the street ?" says he, pointing at the mirror. " It 'a
Lord Lyons, s'drunk as a fool/'
I told him that he saw only his own figure in the
glass, and he said he would see me safe home if I
would go right away. Chancing at the moment to
catch sight of a wine-glass, my boy, he walked toward
it in a circle, and hastily filled the outside of it from
an empty decanter. Then balancing himself on one
foot, and placing his disengaged hand on a pyramid
of Wane mange to support himself, he said impress
ively :
" Ladles, and gentle-lemons, the army will move on
the first of May, and — "
Here the general went down under the table like a
stately ship foundering at sea, and was heard to ask
the wine-cooler to tell his family that he died for his
country.
Owing to the very hilly nature of the street, my
boy, I was obliged to accompany the general home in
a hack ; and as we rolled along towards the hotel, he
disclosed to me an agitated history of his mother's
family.
When last I saw him he was trying to make out
why the chambermaid had put four pillows on his bed,
and endeavoring to lift off the two extra ones without
disturbing the others.
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Candidly speaking, my boy, this New-Year's-calls
business is not a sensible calling, and simply amounts
to a caravan of monkeys attending a menagerie of
trained crinoline.
Yours, philosophically,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXVI.
GIVING THE PARTICULARS OF A FALSE ALARM, AND A BIOGRAPHICAL
SKETCH OP THE OFFICER COMMANDING.
WASHINGTON, D. C., January llth, 1862.
SCARCE had the glorious sun shot up the dappled
orient on Monday morn, my boy, when the Com-
mander-in-Chief of the Mackerel Brigade received
a telegraphic dispatch which reads as follows :
" General Frost has appeared near Centreville, and
is now covering the wood and road in our rear."
It bore no signature, my boy ; but the general be
lieved the danger to be imminent, and ordered Captain
Bob Shorty to take ten thousand men, and make a
reconnoissance towards Centreville.
" Bob, my cherub/' says he, " if you can get behind
the rebel Frost, and take the whole Confederacy pris
oners, don't administer the Oath until the Eagle of
America is avenged."
Bob smiled like a happy oyster, and says he :
" Domino \"
'Twas nigh upon the hour of noon when Captain
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Bob Shorty and his veterans approached the beautiful
village of Centreville. Cross-trees had been placed
under the horses of the cavalry to keep them from
falling down, and the infantry were arranging them
selves so that the bayonets of the front rank
shouldn't stick into the rear rank's eyes every time
they turned a corner, when a solitary contraband
might have been seen eating hoe-cake by the solemn
road-side.
" Confederate," said Captain Bob Shorty, approach
ing him with his sword very much between his legs,
" hast seen the rebel Frost and his myrmidions ? I
come to give him battle, having heard that he was
hereabouts."
The Ethiopian took a pentagonal bite of hoecake,
and says he :
" Tell Massa Lincon that the frost war werry thick
last night, but hab gone by this time."
. Captain Bob Shorty took off his cap, my boy,
looked carefully into it, put it on again, and frowned
awfully.
" Comrades," says he, addressing the troops, "you
have all heard of a big thing on Snyder. You now
behold it before you. This here reconnoissance,"
says he, " is what the French would call & few-paw.
We must turn it into a foraging expedition. Charge
on yonder hay-stack, and remember me in your
prayers !"
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'Twas early eve, my boy, when that splendid
army returned to Potomac's shore, with two hay
stacks for the horses, and ten Confederate chickens
for supper.
Nobody hurt on our side.
I inclose the following brief sketch of the gallant
soldier who commanded in this brilliant affair.
CAPTAIN ROBERT SHORTY.
This brave young officer was born in the Sixth
Ward of New York, and was twenty-one years old
upon arriving of age. When but a lad, he studied
tobacco and the girls, and ran to fires for his health.
When eligible to the right of franchise, he voted
seven times in one day, and attracted so much atten
tion from the authorities that his parents resolved to
make a lawyer of him. On the breaking out of the
war with Mexico, he offered his services to the Gov
ernment as a major-general, but, for some reason, was
not accepted. He will probably be sent to supersede
General Halleck, in Missouri, as soon as any one of
St. Louis writes to ask the President for another
change.
The general was so pleased when he heard of this
spirited action, my boy, that he offered to review the
Mackerel Brigade the next morning, and privately
informed me that he considered the Southern Confed-
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eracy doomed to expire in less than three months.
He said that it was already tottering to its fall, which
must take place in the Spring.
Perhaps so, my boy— perhaps so !
Yours, for the flag,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXVII.
TOUCHING INCIDENTALLY UPON THE CHARACTER OF ARMY FOOD, AND
CELEBRATING THE GREAT DIPLOMATIC EXPLOIT OP CAPTAIN VILLIAM
BROWN AT ACCOMAC.
WASHINGTON, D. C., January 19th, 1862.
IN the early part of the week I resolved to go
down to Accomac, on a flying visit to Captain Villiam
Brown and the Conic Section of the Mackerel Brigade.
Accordingly, I went to the shoemaker's after my
gothic steed Pegasus. The shoemaker, had said, my
boy, that there was enough loose leather hanging
about the architectural animal to make me a nice
pair of slippers, and I gave him permission to cut
them out. The operation only made the Morgan's
back look a little more like the roof of a barn ; but
I like him all the better for that, because he sheds
the rain easier.
The General of the Mackerel Brigade at first in
tended to accompany me to Accomac ; and says he
to Samynle Sa-mith, the orderly, says he : " Samyule !
just step down to the anatomical museum of the
Western chaps, and buy me the best horse you can
find in the collection. Here's a dollar and half —
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fifty cents for the horse and a dollar for your
trouble."
Samyule came back in about forty minutes, and
says he :
" Colonel Wobert Wobinson, of the Western Cav
alry, says I must come again this afternoon, as he
don't know whether there'll be any horses left or
not."
" Thunder !" says the General. " How left ?"
" Vy," says Samyule, " he can't tell whether any
horses will be left until tho boys have had their din
ner, can he 1"
"Ah !" says the General, contemplatively, "I for
got the beef-soup recommended by the doctors. It
will be a pleasant change for the boys," says he,
"from the mutton that was so plenty just after them
mules died."
Speaking of dinner, my boy ; let me tell you about
a curious occurrence in our camp lately. Just after
a load of rations had come in, a New York chap says
to me, says he :
"I'm glad they're going to put down the Kuss
pavement here pretty soon ; for it's getting damp as
thunder."
" Id-jut !" said I, sarcastically, " where have you
seen any Russ pavement ?"
He just took me softly by the arm, my boy, and
led me a little way, and pointed, and says he :
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" If you'll just look there, you'll see some of the
blocks."
" Why/' says I, " those are army biscuit for the
men/'
" Biscuit !" says he, rubbing his stomach, and
turning up his eyes like a cat with the apoplexy — " if
them's biscuit, Bunker Hill Monument must be built
of flour— that's all."
And he went out and took the Oath.
On arriving at Accomac, my boy, I asked a blue-
and-gold picket where Villiam Brown was, and he
said that he was in the library.
The library was used by the former occupants of
the residence as a hen-house, and contains two vol
umes — Hardee abridged, and " Every Man His Own
Letter- Writer," Seward's edition.
I found Captain Villiam Brown seated on what
was formerly a Shanghai's nest, my boy, with his feet
out of the window, and his head against a roost. He
was studying the last-named book, and sipping Old
Bourbon the Oath, in the intervals. The intervals
were numerous.
" Son of the Eagle," says I, " you remind me of
Sir Walter Scott, at Abbotsford."
Villiam looked abstractedly at me, at the same time
moving the tumbler a little further from my hand,
and says he :
"I've been in the agonies of diplomacy, but feel
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much better. " Ha !" says Villiam, beaming like a
new comet, " I've preserved our foreign relations
peaceful, without humbling the United States of
America/'
I asked an explanation, and he informed me that
on the evening before, one of his men had boarded an
Accornac scow in Goose Creek, and captured two op
pressed negroes, named Johnson and Peyton, who
were carrying news to the enemy. " At first," says
Villiam, sternly, " I thought of letting them off with
hanging, but I soon felt that they deserved something
worse, and so — " says Villiam, with a malignant
scowl that made my blood run cold — " and so, I sen
tenced them to read Sumner's speech on the Trent
affair."
On the following morning there came the following
letter from the righteously-exasperated citizens of
Accomac, which Yilliam labeled as
DOCKYMENT I.
SWEET VILLIAM — SIR : — I am instructed by the
neutral Government of Accomac to assure the United
States of America, that the feeling at present exist
ing between the two Governments is of such a cordial
nature, that love itself never inspired more heaving
emotions in the buzzums of conglomerated youth.
Therefore, the outrage committed by the United
States of America on the flag of Accomac, in remov
ing from its protection two gentlemen named John-
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son and Peyton, is something for demons to rejoice
over. The daughter of the latter gentleman has
already slapped her mother in the face, and bared her
buzzum to the breeze.
I am instructed by the government of Accomac to
demand the instant return of the two gentlemen,
together with an ample apology for the base deed, and
the amount of that little bill for forage.
Again assuring you of the cordial feeling existing
between the two countries, and the passionate affec
tion I feel for yourself, I am, dear sir, most truly,
dear sir, as ever, respected sir, your attached
WILLIAM G-OAT.
On receiving this communication from Mr. Goat,
my boy, Captain Villiam Brown removed Lieutenant
Thomas Jenks from the command of the artillery,
and ordered six reviews of the troops without um
brellas. He then had a small keg of the Oath rolled
into the library, rumpled up his hair, shut one eye,
and replied to Mr. Goat with
DOCKYMENT II.
LORD GOAT — SIR : — I take much felicity in receiv
ing your lordship's note, which shows that the neutral
Government of Accomac and the United States of
America still cherish the feelings that do credit to
Anglo-Saxon hearts of the same parentage.
The two black beings, at present stopping in the
barn attached to the present head-quarters, were
contraband of war ; but were, nevertheless, engaged
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in the peaceful occupation of asking the protection
of your lordship's government.
Were I to decide this question in favor of the
United States of America, I should forever forfeit
the right of every American citizen to treat niggers
as sailable articles, since I would thereby deny their
right to sail. The Congress of the United States of
America has been fighting for this right for more
than a quarter of a century, and I cannot find it in
me heart to debar it of that divine privilege for the
future.
I might cite Wheaton, Story, Bulwer, Kent, Mar-
ryat, Sheridan, and Busteed, to sustain my position,
were I familiar with those international righters.
Therefore I am compelled to humble your lord
ship's government by returning the two black beings
aforesaid, and beg leave to assure your lordship that
I am your lordship's only darling,
VILLIAM BROWN, Eskevire,
Captain Conic Section, Mackerel Brigade.
' After reading this able and brilliant document, my
boy, I told Villiam that I thought he had made a
very good point about negroes always being " sailable
articles/' and he said that was diplomacy.
"Ah!" says he, sadly, "my father always said
that if you could not get over a rail fence by high-
jump-acy, there was nothing like dip-low-macy. My
dad was a natural statesman. Ah !" says Villiam, in
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a fine burst of filial emotion, " I wonder where the
durned old fool is now."
This idea plunged him into such a depth of reverie,
that I left him without another word, mounted Peg
asus, and ambled reflectively back to the Capitol.
Diplomacy brings out the intellect of a nation, my
boy, and is a splendid thing to use until we get our
navy finished.
Yours, in memory of Metternich,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXVIII.
CONCERNING THE CONTINUED INACTIVITY OF THE POTOMAC ARMY, AND
SHOWING HOW IT WAS POETICALLY CONSTRUED BY A THOUGHTFUL
RADICAL.
WASHINGTON, D. C., January 30th, 1862.
NOTWITHSTANDING the hideous howlings of the
Black ^Republicans, my boy, and the death of six
Confederate pickets from old age, the Army of the
Potomac will not commence the forward movement
until the mud subsides sufficiently to show where
some of the camps are. The Mackerel Brigade dug
out a regiment yesterday, near Alexandria ; but
there's no use of continuing the business without a
dredging-machine.
I was talking to Captain Bob Shorty, on Tuesday,
respecting the inactivity of the army, and says he :
" It's all very well to talk about making an advance,
my beauty ; but I've known one of the smartest men
in the country to fail in it."
" What mean you, fellow ?" says I.
"Why," says he, "you know Simpson, your
uncle ?"
" I believe you, my boy !" says I.
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"Well!" says Captain Bob Shorty, "that air
Simpson is one of the smartest old cusses in the
country — yet there ain't no ' On to Kichmond ' about
him. I asked him once, myself, to make an advance.
I asked him to make an advance on my repeater, and
he said- he couldn't."
This argument, my boy, exposes thoroughly the
base disloyalty and fiendish designs of the newspaper
brigadiers who are constantly urging McClellan to
advance — advance ! Let them all be sent to Fort
Lafayette, and the moral effect on this cursed rebel
lion will be such that it will utterly collapse in two
hours and forty- three minutes.
The serious New Haven chap, of whom I spoke to
you some time ago, takes a "radical" view of our
long halt, and gives his ideas in
THE MIDNIGHT WATCH.
Soldier, soldier, wan and gray,
Standing there so very still,
On the outpost looking South,
What is there to-night to kill ?
Through the mist that rises thick
From the noisome marsh around,
I can see thee like a shade
Cast from something underground.
And I know that thou art old,
For thy features, sharp, and thin,
Cut their lines upon the shroud
Damply folding thee within.
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Fit art thou to watch and guard
O'er the brake and o'er the bog;
By the glitter of thine eyes
Thou canst pierce a thicker fog.
Tell me, soldier, grim and old,
If thy tongue is free to say,
What thou seest looking South,
In that still and staring way?
Tonderward the fires may glow
Of a score of rebel camps ;
But thou canst not see their lights,
Through the chilling dews and damps.
Silent still, and motionless?
Get thee to the tents behind,
Where the flag for which we fight
Plays a foot-ball to the wind.
Get thee to the bankments high,
Where a thousand cannon sleep,
While the call that bids them wake
Bids a score of millions weep.
Thou shalt find an army there,
Working out the statesman's plots,
While a poison banes the laud,
And a noble nation rots.
Thou shalt find a soldier-host
Tied and rooted to its place,
Like a woman cowed and dumb,
Staring Treason in the face.
Dost thou hear me ? Speak, or move I
And if thou wouldst pass the line,
Give the password of the night —
Halt ! and givo the countersign.
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God of Heaven ! what is this
Sounding through the frosty air,
In a cadence stern and slow,
From the figure looming there !
"Sentry, thou hast spoken well" —
Through the mist the answer came—
"I am wrinkled, grim, and old,
May'st thou live to be the same 1
"Thou art here to keep a watch
Over prowlers coming nigh ;
I can show thee, looking South,
"What is hidden from thine eye.
u Here, the loyal armies sleep ;
There, tho foe awaits them all;
"Who can tell before the time
"Which shall triumph, which shall fall ?
" 0, but war's a royal game,
Here a move and there a pause;
Little recks the dazzled world
What may be the winner's cause.
"In the roar of sweating guns,
In the crash of sabres crossed,
"Wisdom dwindles to a fife,
Justice in the smoke is lost.
"But there is a mightier blow
Than tho rain of lead and steel,
Falling from a heavier hand
Than the one the vanquished feel
"Let the armies of the North
Rest them thus for many a night;
Not with them the issue lies,
'Twist tho powers of "Wrong and Right.
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. "Through the fog that wraps us round
I can see, as with a glass,
Far beyond the rebel hosts
Fires that cluster, pause, and pass.
"From the wayside and the wood,
From the cabin and the swamp,
Crawl the harbingers of blood,
Black as night, with torch and lamp.
"Now they blend in one dense throng;
Hark ! they whisper, as in ire —
Catch the word before it dies —
Hear the horrid murmur — ' Fire 1*
"Mothers, with your babes at rest,
Maidens in your dreaming-land—
Brothers, children — wake ye all!
The Avenger is at hand.
"Born by thousands in a flash,
Angry flames bescourgo the air,
And the bowlings of the blacks
Fan them to a fiercer glare.
"Crash the windows, burst the doors^
Let the helpless call for aid;
From the hell within they rush
On the negro's reeking blade.
"Through the flaming doorway arch,
Half-dressed women frantic dart ;
Demon 1 spare that kneeling girl —
God! the knife is in her heart.
"By his hair so thin and gray
Forth they drag the aged sire;
First, a stab to stop his pray'r —
Hurl him back into tho fire.
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" What ! a child, a mother's pride,
Crying shrilly with affright!
Dash the axe upon her skull,
Show no mercy — she is white.
"Louder, louder roars the flame,
Blotting out the Southern home,
Fainter grow the dying shrieks,
Fiercer cries of vengeance come.
" Turn, ye armies, where ye stand,
Glaring in each others' eyes ;
While ye halt, a cause is won ;
While ye wait, a despot dies.
" Greater victory has been gained
Than the longest sword secures,
And the Wrong has been washed out
With a purer blood than yours."
Soldier, by my mother's pray'r !
Thou dost act a demon's part ;
Tell me, ere I strike thee dead,
Whence thou comest, who thou art
Back! I will not let thee pass —
Why, that dress is Putnam's own!
Soldier, soldier, where art thou?
Vanished — like a shadow gone !
The Southern Confederacy may come to that yet,
my boy, if it don't take warning in time from its
patron Saint. I refer to Saint Domingo, my boy, —
I refer to Saint Domingo.
Yours, musingly,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXIX.
INTRODUCING A VERITABLE " MUDSILL," "ILLUSTRATING YANKEE BUSI
NESS TACT, NOTING THE DETENTION OF A NEWSPAPER CHARTO-
GRAPHIST, AND SO ON.
"WASHINGTON, D. C., February 2<1, 1SC2.
I NEVER really knew what the term " mudsill"
meant, my boy, until I saw Captain Bob Shorty on
Tuesday. I was out in a field, just this side of Fort
Corcoran, trimming down the ears of my gothic steed
Pegasus, that he might look less like a Titanic rabbit,
when I saw approaching me an object resembling a
brown-stone monument. As it came nearer, I dis
covered an eruption of brass buttons at intervals in
front, and presently I observed the lineaments of a
Federal face.
" Strange being !" says I, taking down a pistol
from the natural rack on the side of my steed, and at
the same time motioning toward my sword, which I
had hung on one of his hip bones, " Art thou the
shade of Metamora, or the disembodied spirit of a
sand-bank ?"
" My ducky darling," responded the a3olian voice
of Captain Bob Shorty, " you behold a mudsill just
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emerged from a liquified portion of the sacred soil.
The mud at present inclosing the Mackerel Brigade
is unpleasant to the personal feelings of the corps,
but the effect at a distance is unique. As you survey
that expanse of mud from Arlington Heights/' con
tinued Captain Bob Shorty, " with the veterans of
the Mackerel Brigade wading about in it up to their
chins, you are forcibly reminded of a limitless plum-
pudding, well stocked with animated raisins."
" My friend," says I, " the comparison is apt, and
reminds me of Shakspeare's happier efforts. But tell
me, my Pylades, has the dredging for those missing
regiments near Alexandria proved successful ?"
Captain Bob Shorty shook the mire from his ears,
and then, says he :
" Two brigades were excavated this morning, and
are at present building a raft to go down to Wash
ington after some soap. Let us not utter complaints
against the mud," continued Captain Bob Shorty,
reflectively, " for it has served to develop the genius
of New England. We dug out a Yankee regiment
from Boston first, and the moment those wooden-
nutmeg chaps got their breath, they went to work at
the mud that had almost suffocated them, mixed up
some spoiled flour with it, and are now making their
eternal fortunes by peddling it out for patent ce
ment."
This remark of the captain's, my boy; shows that
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the spirit of New England still retains its natural
elasticity, and is capable of greater efforts than lignum
vitse hams and clocks made of barrel hoops and old
coffee-pots. I have heard my ancient grandfather
relate an example of this spirit during the war of
1812. He was with a select assortment of Pequog
chaps at Bladensburg, just before the attack on
Washington, and word came secretly to them that
the Britishers down in the Chesapeake were out of
flour3 and would pay something handsome for a sup
ply. Now, these Pequog chaps had no flour, my
boy ; but that didn't keep them out of the specula
tion. They went into the nearest graveyard, dug up
all the tombstones, and put them into an old quartz-
crushing machine, pounded them to powder, sent the
powder to the coast, and and sold it to the Britishers
for the very best flour, at twelve dollars and a half
a barrel !
And can such a people as this be conquered by a
horde of godless rebels ? Never ! I repeat it, sir —
never ! Should the Jeff. Davis mob ever get posses
sion of Washington, the Yankees would build a wall
around the place, and invite the public to come and
see the menagerie, at two shillings a head.
On Wednesday, some of our dryest pickets caught
a shabby, long-haired chap loafing around the camps
with a big block and sheet of paper under his arm,
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and brought him before the general of the Mackerel
Brigade.
" Well, Samyule," says the general to one of the
pickets, " what is your charge against the prisonier ?"
" He is a young man which is a spy/' replied Sam-
yule, holding up the sheet of paper ; " and I take
this here picture of his to be the Great Seal of the
Southern Confederacy."
" Why thinkest thou so, my cherub ? and what
does the work of art represent?" inquired the 'gen
eral.
" The drawing is not of the best," responded Sam-
yule, closing one eye, and viewing the picture criti
cally ; " but I should say that it represented a ham,
with a fiddle laid across it, and beefsteaks in the cor
ners."
" Miserable vandal !" shouted the long-haired chap,
excitedly, "you know not what you say. I am a
Federal artist ; and that picture is a map of the coast
of North Carolina, for- a New York daily paper."
" Thunder !" says the general — " if that's a map,
a patent gridiron must be a whole atlas."
I believe him, my boy !
As a person of erudition, it pleased me greatly, my
boy, to observe that our more moral New York regi
ments cultivate a taste for reading, and are even so
literary that they can't so much as light their pipes
without a leaf out of a hymn-book. I was talking
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to an angular-shaped chap from Montgomery county
the other day about this, and says he :
" Talk about reading ! Why, there's fifty news
papers sent in a wrapper to our officers alone, every
day. There's ten each of the Tribune and Times,
'ten each of the Boston Post and Gazette, ten of the
Montgomery Democrat, and one New York Herald"
"Look here ! my second Washington/' says I,
" your story don't hang together. You say you have
fifty" papers daily • but according to my account that
copy of the Herald makes fifty-one."
" Did I not tell you that they came in a wrapper ?'
says the chap, with great dignity.
" You did," says I.
" Well," says he, " the Herald is the wrapper."
This morning, my boy, I went with Colonel Wobert
Wobinson to look at some new horses he had just
imported from the Erie Canal stables for the Western
cavalry, and was much pleased with the display of
bone-work. One animal, in particular, interested me
greatly ; he was born in 1776, had both of his hind-
legs broken on the frontier, in one of the battles of
1812, and lost both his eyes and his tail at the taking
of Mexico. The colonel stated that he had selected
this splendid animal for his own use in the field.
Another fine calico animal of the stud was attached
to the suite of Washington at the famous crossing of
the Delaware, and is said to have surprised the Hes-
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sians at Trenton as much as the army did. Previous
to losing his teeth he .was sold to a Western dealer in
hides for three dollars ; and the dealer, being an en
thusiastic Union man, has let the Government have
the animal for one hundred and ten dollars.
A mousseline-de-laine mare also attracted my notice.
She was sired by the favorite racer of the Marquis de
Lafayette, and has been damned by everybody at
tempting to drive her. The pretty beast comes from
the celebrated Bone Mill belonging to the Erie Canal,
and only cost the Government two hundred dollars.
Believing that the public funds are being judiciously
expended, my boy, I remain,
Fondly thine own, ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXX.
DESCRIPTION OF THE GORGEOUS PKTE AT THE WHITE HOUSE, INCLUD
ING THE OBSERVATIONS OF CAPTAIN VILLIAM BROWN : WITH SOME
NOTE OF THE TOILETTES, CONFECTIONS, AND PUNCH.
WASHINGTON, D. C., February 7th, 1862.
NOTWITHSTANDING your general ignorance of Nat
ural History, my boy, you may be aware that when
the eagle is wounded by the huntsman, instead of
seeking some thick-set tree or dismal swamp, there to
die like a common bird, he soars straight upward in
the full eye of the sun, and bathes in all the glories
of noonday, while his eyes grow dull with agony, and
his talons are stiffening in death ; nor does he fall
from the dazzling empyrean until the last stroke of
fate hurls him downward like a thunderbolt.
Our Union, my boy — our Land of the Eagle — is
stricken sorely, and perhaps to death ; but like the
proud bird of Jove, it disdains to grow morbid in its
agonies ; and the occasional sighs of its patient
struggling millions, are lost in sounds of death-defy
ing revelry at the dauntless capital.
All the best-looking uniforms in the army were in
vited to Mrs. Lincoln's ball at the White House on
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Wednesday, and of course I was favored, together
with the general of the Mackerel Brigade, and Cap
tain Villiam Brown, of Accomac. My ticket, my
boy, was as aristocractic as a rooster's tail at sunrise :
(CUTLETS.) E pluri bust Union. (OYSTERS.)
ORPHEUS C. KERR,
Pleasure of your Company at the White House,
(R. S. V. P.) WEDNESDAY, Feb. 5th, 1862.
8 o'clock, P. M.
(HALF MOURNING FOR PRINCE ALBERT.)
(NO SMOKING ALOUD.)
At an early hour on the evening of the fete, the
general of the Mackerel Brigade came to my room in
a perfect perspiration of brass buttons and white
kids, and I asked him what "no smoking aloud"
meant.
"Why," says he, putting his wig straight and
licking a stray drop of brandy from one of his gloves,
" it means that if you try to ' smoke' any of the gen
erals at the ball as to the plan of the campaign, you
mustn't do it i aloud/ Thunder !" says- the general,
in a fine glow of enthusinsm, " the only plan of the
campaign that I know anything about, is the rata
plan."
Satisfied with the general's explanation, I proceeded
with my toilet, and presently beamed upon him in such
a resplendent conglomeration of ruffles, brass buttons,
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epaulettes and Hungarian pomade, that he said I re
minded him of a comet just come out of a feather-bed,
with its tail done up in papers.
" My Magnus Apollo/' says he, " the way you hear
that white cravat shows you to be of rich but genteel
parentage. Any man/' says he, "who can wear a
white cravat without looking like a coachman, may
pass for a gentleman-born. Two-thirds of the clergy
men who wear it look like footmen in their grave-
clothes."
We then took a hack to the White House, my
boy, and on arriving there were delighted to find that
the rooms were already filling with statesmen, miss-
statesmen, mrs-statesmen, and officers, who had so
much lace and epaulettes about them that they
looked like walking brass-founderies with the front
door open.
The first object that attracted my special attention,
however, was a thing that I took for a large and or
namental pair of tongs leaning against a mantel,
figured in blue enamel, with a life-like imitation of a
window-brush on top. I directed the general's atten
tion to it, and asked him if that was one of the unique
gifts presented to the Government by the late Japa
nese embassy ?
"Thunder!" says the general, "that's no tongs.
It's the young man which is Captain Villiam Brown,
of Accomac. Now that I look at him," says the gen-
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eral, thoughtfully, "he reminds me of an old-fashioned
straddle-bug." '
Stepping from one lady's dress to another, until I
reached the side of the Commander of the Aecomac,
I slapped him on the back, and says I :
" How are you, my blue-bird ; and what do you
think of this brilliant assemblage ?"
" Ha !" says Villiam, starting out of a brown
study, and putting Borne cloves in his mouth, • to
disguise the water he'd drank on his way from Aeco
mac — " I was just thinking what my poor old
mother would say if she could see me and the other
snobs here to-night. When I look on the women of
America around me to-night/' says Villiam, feel
ingly, " and see how much they've cut off from the
tops of their dresses, to make bandages for our
wounded soldiers, I can't help feeling that their
' neck-or-nothing ' appearance — so far from being in
delicate, is a very delicate proof of their devoted love
of Union."
" I agree with you, my azure humanitarian," says
I. " There's precious little waist about such dresses."
Villiam closed one eye, turned his head one-side
like a facetious canary, and says he :
Now lovely woman scants her dress, with bandages
the sick to bless ; and stoops so far to war's alarms,
her very frock is under arms !"
I believe him, my boy !
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Keturning to the General, we took a turn in the
East Koom, and enjoyed the panorama of youth,
beauty, and whiskers, that wound its variegated
length before us.
The charming Mrs. L , of Illinois, was richly
attired in a frock and gloves, and wore a wreath of
flowers from amaranthine bowers. She was affable as
an angel with a new pair of wings, and was uni
versally allowed to be the most beautiful woman
present.
The enthralling Miss C , from Ohio, was ele
gantly clad in a dress, and wore number-four gaiters.
So brilliant was her smile, that when she laughed at
one of Lord Lyons' witicisms, all one corner of the
room was wrapped in a glare of light, and several
nervous dowagers cried " Fire !" Her beauty was
certainly the most beautiful present.
The fascinating Miss L , of Pennsylvania, was
superbly robed in an attire of costly material, with
expensive flounces. She wore two gloves and a com
plete pair of ear-rings, and spoke so musically that
the leader of the Marine Band thought there was an
asolian harp in the window. She was certainly the
most beautiful woman present.
The bewitching Mrs. G , from Missouri, was
splendidly dressed in a breastpin and lace flounces,
and wore her hair brushed back from a forehead like
Mount Athos. Her eves reminded one of diamond
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springs sparkling in the shade of whispering willows.
She was decidedly the finest type of beauty present.
The President wore his coat and whiskers, and
bowed to all salutations like a graceful door-hinge.
There was a tall Western Senator present, who
smiled so much above his stomach, that I was re
minded of the beautiful lines :
'* As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm ;
Though round its base a country's ruin spread,
Eternal moonshine settles on its head."
Upon going into the supper-room, my boy, I be
held a paradise of eatables that made me wish myself
a knife and pork, with nothing but a bottle of mustard
to keep me company. There were oysters d la fun-
dum; turkeys d la ruffles; chickens d la Mcthusaleh;
beef d la Bull Run; fruit dlastumikake; jellies d la
Kallararmorbus ; and ices d la aguefitz.
The ornamental confectionary was beautifully sym
bolical of the times. At one end of the table, there
was a large lump of white candy, with six carpet-
tacks lying upon it. This represented the " Tax on
Sugar." At the other end was a large platter, con
taining imitation mud, in which two candy brigadiers
were swimming towards each other, with their swords
between their teeth. This symbolized " War."
These being very hard times, my boy, and the
Executive not being inclined to be too expensive in
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its marketing, a most ingenious expedient was adopted
to make it appear that there was just twice as much
of certain costly delicacies on the table as there really
was. About the centre of the table lay a large mirror,
and on this were placed a few expensive dishes. Of
course, the looking-glass gave them a double effect.
For instance, if there was a pound of beefsteak on
the plate, it produced another pound in the glass,
and the effect was two pounds.
When economy can be thus artistically blended
with plentitude, my boy, money ceases to be king,
and butcher-bills dwindle. Hereafter, when I re
ceive for my rations a pint of % transparent coffee and
two granite biscuit, I shall use a looking-glass for a
plate.
It was the very which-ing hour of the night when
the general and myself left the glittering scene, and
we had to ask several patrols " which" way to go.
On parting with my comrade-in-arms, says I :
" General, the ball is a success/'
He looked at me in three winks, and says he :
"It was a success — particularly the bowl of
punch !" Yours, for soda-water,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXXI.
TREATING OF THE GREAT MILITARY ANACONDA, AND THE MODERN
XANTIPPE.
WASHINGTON, D. C., February 16th, 1862.
THERE is still much lingual gymnastics, my boy,
concerning the recent fete, sham-pate at the White
House ; but Colonel Wobert Wobinson, of the West
ern Cavalry, has extinguished the grumblers by prov
ing that the entertainment was strictly Constitutional.
He profoundly observes, my boy, that it comes under
the head of that clause of the Constitution which
secures to the people of America the "pursuit of hap
piness ;" and, as he justly remarks, if you stop the
" pursuit of happiness/' where's the Instrument of
our Liberties ?
It pleases me greatly to announce, my boy, that
the General of the Mackerel Brigade believes in
McClellan, and gorgeously defends him against the
attacks of that portion of the depraved press which
has friends dying of old age in the Army of the
Potomac.
" Thunder !" says he to Captain Bob Shorty, stir
ring the Oath in his tumbler with a tooth-brush —
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" the way Little Mac is devoting himself to the mili
tary squelching of this here unnatural rebellion, is
actually outraging his physical nature. He reviews
his staff twice a day, goes over the river every five
minutes, studies international law six hours before
dinner, takes soundings of the mud every time the
dew falls, and takes so little sleep, that there's two
inches of dust on one of his eye-balls. Would you
believe it," says the General, placing the tumbler
over his nose to keep off a fly, " his devotion is such
that his hair is turning gray and will probably dye !"
Captain Bob Shorty whistled. I do not mean to
say that he intended to be musically satirical, my
boy ; but if I should hear such a canary-bird remark
after I'd told a story, somebody would go home with
his eyes done up in rainbows.
"Permit me" says Captain Bob Shorty, hurling
what remained of the Oath into the aperture under
his moustache. " You convince me that Little Mac's
devotion is extraordinary/' continued Captain Bob
Shorty, dreamily ; " but he don't come up to a chap
I once knew, which was a editor. Talk about devo
tion ! and outraging nature !" says Captain Bob
Shorty, spitting with exquisite accuracy into the
eyes of the regimental cat, "why, that ere editor
threw body, soul, and breeches into his work ; and so
completely identified himself with a free and enlight
ened press, that his first child was a newsboy"
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The General of the Mackerel Brigade arose from
his seat, my boy, wound up his watch, brushed off
his boots, threw the cat out of the window, and then
says he :
" Robert, name of Shorty, did you ever read in the
Bible about Ananias, who was struck dead for telling
a telegraph ?"
" I heard about him," says Captain Bob Shorty,
"when I was but a innocent lamb, and wore my
mother's slipper on my back about as often as she
wore it on her foot."
" Well," says the general, with the air of a thought
ful parent, " it's my opinion that if you'd been Ana
nias, the same streak of lightning would have buried
you and paid the sexton."
From this logical and vivid conversation, iny boy,
you will understand that our leading military men
have perfect faith in the genius of McClellan, and
believe that he is equal to fifty yards of the S tar-
Spangled Banner. His great anaconda has gathered
itself in a circle around the doomed rabbit of rebel
lion, and if the rabbit swells he's a goner.
This great anaconda, my boy, may remind hellish
readers of the anaconda once seen by a chap of my
acquaintance living in the Sixth Ward. This chap,
my boy, came tearing into a place where they kept
the Oath on tap, and says he :
" I've just seen an anaconda down Broadway."
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" Anna who ?" says a red-nosed Alderman, dipping
his finger into the water on the stove to see if it was
warm enough to melt some brandy-refined sugar.
" I said Anaconda, you ignorant cuss/' says the
chap.
" Was it the real insect ?" says the Alderman.
" It was a real, original, genuine Anaconda/' says
the chap.
" Ah !" says the Alderman, " somebody's been stuf-
fin' you."
" No, sir !" says the chap, but somebody's been
stuifin' the Anaconda, though."
He'd been to the Museum.
If there should be among your unfortunate readers,
my boy, any persons of such depraved minds as to
perceive a likeness between this Anaconda and that
Anaconda, may they be sent to Fort Lafayette, and
compelled to read Tupper's poems until the rabbit of
rebellion is reduced to his last quarter !
Early this morning a couple of snuff-colored pickets
brought a female Southern Confederacy into camp,
stating that she had called them nasty things and spit
all over their guns. She said that she wanted to see
the loathsome creature that commanded them, and
her eyes flashed so when they took her by the arm,
that her vail took fire twice, and her eyebrows smoked
repeatedly.
The General of the Mackerel Brigade received her
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courteously, only poking her in the ribs to see if she
had any Armstrong guns concealed about her. Says he :
" Have I the honor of addressing the wife of the
Southern Confederacy ?"
The female confederacy drew herself up as proudly
as the First Family of Virginia when the butcher's
bill comes to be paid, and replied, in soprano of great
compass : —
" I am that injured woman, you ugly swine."
The General bowed until his lips touched a pewter
mug on the table, and then says he :
" My dear madam, your words touch a tender chord
in my heart, and it will give me pleasure to serve you.
Your words, madam," continued the general, with
visible emotion, "are precisely those which my be
loved wife not unfrequently addresses to me. Ah !
my wife ! my wifey !" says the general, hysterically,
"how often have you patted me on my head, and
told me that my face looked like a chunk of beeswax
with three cracks in it."
The wife of the Southern Confederacy sneered au
dibly, and called for a fan. There being no fan
nearer than the office of Secretary Welles, she used a
small whisk-broom. Says she :
" Miserable hireling of a diabolical Lincoln, your
wife is nothing to me. She is a creature ! I do not
come here to hear her wrongs, but to express the un
dying wish that you and all your horde may be wel-
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corned with muddy hands to hospitable graves. All
I want is to be let alone."
"My dear Mrs. S. C./' says the general, with a
touch of brass and irony, "it is a matter of the ut
most indifference to me whether you are fto be let
alone/ or with the next house and lot."
" I insist upon being let alone/' screamed the female
Confederacy, spitting angrily.
" I am not touching you/' says the general.
" All I want is to be let alone/' shrieked the exas
perated lady ; " and I will be let alone !"
The General of the Mackerel Brigade hastily wiped
his mouth with a bottle, and then says he :
" Madam, if sandwiches are not plenty where you
come from, it ain't for the want of tongue."
On hearing this gastronomic remark, my boy, the
injured wife of the Southern Confederacy swept from
the room like an insulted Minerva, and departed for
Secessia. It was observed that she frowned like a
thunder-cloud at every Federal she passed, excepting
one picket. Him she smiled on. She had detected
him the act of admiring her ankles as she picked her
way through the mud.
Woman, my boy, has really many sweet qualities ;
and if her head is sometimes in the wrong, she has
always a reserve of genuine goodness of heart in the
neighborhood of her gaiters.
Yours, for the Sex, ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXXII.
COMMENCING WITH A BURST OP EXULTATION* OVER NATIONAL VICTO
RIES, REFERRING TO A SENATORIAL MISTAKE, DEPICTING A WELL-
KNOWN CHARACTER, AND REPORTING THE RECONNOISSANCE OP THE
WESTERN CENTAURS.
WASHINGTON, D. C., February 21st, 1862.
Now swells Columbia's bosom with a pride, that
sets her eyes ablaze with living fire ;, and, with
her arms upreaching to the skies, she draws in air
new crowns with stars adorned, to ring the temples
of her conquering chiefs. Far in the West, she sees
the livid sparks struck by Achilles from the hostile
sword, and in the South beholds how Ajax bold de
fies the lightning of the rebel guns. Then clasping
to her breast the flag we love, and donning swift
Minerva's gleaming helm, she stands where Morn's
first glories kiss the hills, and breathes the paean of a
fame redeemed !
Three cheers for the chaps who pocketed Fort
Donelson & Co., my boy, and may the rebels never
have an easier boat to row than Roanoke. The other
day I was talking with a New England Senator about
the taking of the fort, and says I :
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" It was a gay victory, my learned Theban ; but it
makes me mad when I think how that slippery ras
cal, Floyd, found an egress down the river."
The Senator pulled up his collar, my boy, observed
to the tumbler-sergeant that he would take the same
with a little more sugar in it, and then says he :
"In "that observation you sum up the whole cause
of this unnatural strife. It is, indeed, the negro,
whose wrongs are now being revenged upon us by an
inscrutable Whig Providence ; and if the Govern
ment does not speedily strike the fetters from the
slave, that slave may yet be used to fight horribly
against us. • I shall cite the significant fact you
mention in my next exciting speech/'
I opened my eyes at this outburst until they looked
like the bottoms of two quart bottles beaming in the
sunshine, and then says I :
" You talk as fluently as a Patent Office Eeport,
my worthy Nestor ; but I don't exactly perceive what
my remark has to do with the colored negro."
" Why," says he, " didn't you say that the traitor
Floyd found a negrcss down the river ?"
For an instant, my boy, I felt very dizzy, and was
obliged to lean my head against a tumbler for a mo
ment.
" Your ears, my friend/' says I, " are certainly
long enough to hear correctly what is said to you ;
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but this time you've made a slight mistake. I said
that Floyd had found mi egress down the river/'
The Senator looked at me for a moment, and says
he:
" Sold by a soldier ! Good morning."
I wonder how those nice, pleasant, gentlemanly
chaps down in South Carolina enjoy Uncle Samuel's
latest hit ? I can fancy their damaging effects, my
boy, upon the constitution of
THE SOUTH CAROLINA GENTLEMAN.
Down in the small Palmetto State, the curious ones may find
A ripping, tearing gentleman, of an uncommon kind —
A staggering, swaggering sort of chap, who takes his whiskey straight,
And frequently condemns his eyes to that ultimate vengeance which
a clergyman of high standing has assured us must be the shi
ner's fate ;
A South Carolina gentleman,
One of the present time.
You trace his genealogy, and not far back you'll seo
A most undoubted octoroon, or mayhap a mustee ;
And if you note the shaggy locks that cluster on his brow,
You'll find that every other hair is varied with a kink, that seldom
denotes pure Caucasian blood ; but, on the contrary, betrays an
admixture with a race not particularly popular now —
This South Carolina gentleman,
One of the present time.
He always wears a full-dress coat — pro- Adamite in cut —
With waistcoat of the loudest style, through which his ruffles jut.
Six breastpins deck his horrid front : and on his fingers shine
Whole invoices of diamond rings, which would hardly pass muster
with the Original Jacobs in Chatham street, for jewels gen-u-iue —
This South Carolina gentleman,
One of the present time.
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He chews tobacco by the pound, and spits upon the floor,
If there is not a box of sand behind the nearest door ;
And when he takes his weekly spree, he clears a mighty track
Of everything that bears the shape of whisky-skin, gin-and-sugar,
brandy-sour, peach-and-honey, irrepressible cocktail, rum-and-
gum, and luscious apple-jack —
This South Carolina gentleman,
One of the present time.
He looks on grammar as a thing beneath the notice quite
Of any Southern gentleman whose grandfather was white ;
And as for education — why, he'll plainly set it forth,
That such d — d nonsense never troubles the heads of the Chivalry ;
though it may be sufficiently degrading to merit the per
sonal attention of the poor wretches unfortunate enough to
make their living at the North —
This South Carolina gentleman,
One of the present time.
He licks his niggers daily, like a true American ;
And " takes the devil out of them " .by this sagacious plan.
He tries his bowie knives upon the fattest he can find ;
And if the darkey winces, why — he is immediately arrested at the
instance of the First Families in the neighborhood, on a charge
of conversing with a fiendish abolitionist, and conspiring to
poison all the wells in the State with strychnine, and arm the
slaves of the adjoining plantations with knives and pistols ; for
all of which he is very properly sentenced to five hundred
lashes — after which to prison he's consigned (by)
This South Carolina gentleman,
One of the present time.
If for amusement he's inclined, he coolly looks about
For a parson of the Methodists, or some poor peddler lout ;
And having found him, has him hung from some majestic tree —
Then calls his numerous family to enjoy with hirn the instructive and
entertaining spectacle of a "suspected abolitionist" receiving
his just reward at the hands of an incensed com-mu-ni-ty—
This South Carolina gentleman,
One of the present time.
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He takes to euchre kindly, too, and plays an awful hand,
Especially when those he tricks his style don't understand ;
And if he wins, why then he stoops to pocket all the stakes ;
But if ho loses, then he says unto the unfortunate stranger, who has
chanced to win : " It's my opinion that you are a cursed aboli
tionist ; and if you don t leave South Carolina in one hour, you
will bo hung like a dog." But no offer to pay his loss he
makes —
This South Carolina gentleman,
One of the present time.
Of course he's all the time in debt to those who credit give —
Yet manages upon the best the market yields to live ;
But if a Northern creditor asks him his bill to heed,
This honorable gentleman instantly draws two bowie-knives and a
pistol, dons a blue cockade, and declares, that in consequence
of the repeated aggressions of the North, and its gross viola
tions of the Constitution, he feels that it would utterly degrade
him to pay any debt whatever ; and that, in fact, he has at last
determined to SECEDE ! —
This South Carolina gentleman,
One of the present time.
And when, at length, to Charleston of the other world ho goes,
He leaves his children mortgages, with all their other woes.
As slowly fades the vital spark, ho doubles up his fists,
And softly murmurs through his teeth : " I die under a full conviction
of my errors in life, and freely forgive all men ; but still I only
hope that somewhere on the other side of Jordan I may just
come across some ab-o-li-tion-ists ' I" —
This South Carolina gentleman,
One of the present time.
Yesterday afternoon, my boy, Colonel Wobert
Wobinson, of the Western Centaurs, ordered Cap
tain Samyule Sa-mith to make a reconnoissance
toward Flint Hill with a company of skeleton
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cavalry, having learned that several bushels of oats
were stored there.
Samyule drew up his company in line against a
fence, and then says he :
" Comrades, we go upon a mission that is highly
dangurious, and America expects every hoss to do his
duty. If we meet the rebels/' continued Samyule,
impressively, " they will try hard to capture some of
our bosses ; for they're badly oif for gridirons down
there, and three or four of our spirited animals would
supply them for the season. If any of you see them
coming after the hardware, just put your gridirons on
a gallop and fall back."
At the conclusion of this speech, Private Peter
Jenkins observed that he'd been falling back ever
since he got his horse ;. for which he was sentenced to
laugh at all the colonel's jokes for a week.
Would that I possessed the fiery pen of bully Homer,
to describe the gallant advance of that splendid corps,
as it trotted fiercely on to victory or death. At its
head was Captain Samyule Sa-mith, mounted on a*
horse of some degree of merit, his coat-tails flapping
behind him like banners at half-mast, and his form
bouncing about in the saddle like an inspired jumping-
jack. There was Lieutenant Tummis Kagcht, re
cently of the German navy, riding an animal with
prows as sharp as a yacht and that was broadside to
to the road at least half the time. There was private
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Peter Jenkins, seated directly over the tail of a yel
low-enameled charger, that walked at right-angles
with the fences, and never stopped to take breath
until it had gone three yards.
There was Sergeant OTake, late of Italy, who be
strode a sorrel, whose side was full of symmetrical gut
ters to carry the rain off, and who kept his octagon
head directly under the right arm of the horseman
ahead of him. There was private Nick O'Demus,
with his sabre tucked neatly into the eyes of his
neighbor, managing an anatomical curiosity that
walked half of the tune on his hind-legs, and creaked
when it came to ruts in the road.
Onward, right onward, went this glittering caval
cade, my boy, until they came to an outskirt of Flint
Hill, where a solitary remnant of a First Family
might have been seen sitting on a fence, eating a
sandwich.
"Tr-r-aitor I" shouted Captain Samyule Sa-mith,
in tones of milk-souring thunder, " where is the rest
of the Confederacy, and what do you think of the
news from Fort Donelson ?"
The Confederacy hiccupped gloomily, my boy, as
he took an impression of its front teeth on the sand
wich, and says he :
" The melancholy days are come — the saddest of
the year."
" That's very true," said Samyule, pleasantly, "and
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proves you to be a person of some eddication. But
tell me, sweet hermit of the dale/' pursued Samyule,
" where are the oats \ve have heard about ?"
The solitary Confederacy checked a rising cough
with another bite at his ration, and says he :
" You have the oats already ; for they were eaten
last night by six Confederate chickens, and my slave,
Mr. Johnson, sold them chickens to a prospecting de
tachment of the Mackerel Brigade this morning.
Don't talk to me any more," continued the Con
federacy, sadly, " for I am very miserable, and haven't
seen a quarter in six months."
Samyule seemed touched, and put his hand half
way into his pocket, but remembered his probable
children, and refrained from romantic generosity.
" Let me see Mr. Johnson/' says he, reflectively,
" and I will question him concerning the South."
The Confederacy indulged in a plaintive cat-call,
whereupon there emerged from an adjacent clump
of bushes a beautiful black being, richly attired in
a heavy seal-ring and a red neck-tie. It was Mr.
Johnson.
" You have sent for me," says Mr. Johnson, with
much dignity, "and I have come. If you do not
want me, I will return."
" You have seen the tragic Forrest ?" said Sam-
yule.
"The forest is my home," replied Mr. Johnson,
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" and in its equal shade my humble hut stands sa
credly embowered. As the gifted Whittier might
say :
" There lofty trees uprcar iu pillared state,
And crystal streams the thirsty deer elate ;
While through the halls that base the dome of leaves
Fall sunshine-harvests spread in golden sheaves.
" There toy the birds in sweet seclusion blest,
To leap the branches or to build the nest,
"While from their throats the grateful song outpoured
"Wakes woodland orchestras to praise the Lord.
" There walks the wolf, no longer driven wild
By panting hounds and huntsman blood-defiled ;
But tamed to kindness, seeketh peacefully
The soothing shelter of a hollow tree.
" "Who would be free, and tow'r above his race,
In the full freedom spurning man and place,
Deep iu the forest let him rear his clan
Where God himself stands face to face with man."
Just as the oppressed African finished this rhythm
ical statement of his platform, my boy, a huge horse
fly, alighting on the nose of Captain Samyule Sa-mith,
awoke that hero from the refreshing slumber into
which he had fallen.
" Tell me, Johnson," says he, " how you got your
eddication, for I thought that persons from Afric's
sunny mountain went to school about as often as a
cat goes to sea."
Mr. Johnson placed his hand upon his breast with
much stateliness, and says he : "I entered Yale Col-
10
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lege as a Spaniard, and having graduated with all
honors, returned to my master, and was at once em
ployed in cotton culture. I am contented and happy,
and have never seen an uncomfortable day since my
wife was sold. Go, stranger, and tell your people
that the South may be overwhelmed, but she can
never be conquered while Johnson has a seal ring to
his back."
On hearing this speech, my boy, Samyule said :
" About face ! skeletons ;" and the gridiron cavalry
returned to camp in a brown study.
The intelligence of the southern slaves is really
wonderful, my boy, and if it should ever come to a
head, look out for a rise in wool.
Yours, contemplatively,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXXIII.
EXEMPLIFYING THE TERRIBLE DOMESTIC EFFECTS OF MILITARY IN
ACTIVITY ON THE POTOMAC, AND DESCRIBING THE METAPHYSICAL
CAPTURE OF FORT MUGGINS.
WASHINGTON, D. €., March 8d, 1S62.
I KNOW a man, my boy, who was driven to lunacy
by reliable war news. He was in the prime of life
when the war broke out, and took such an interest in
the struggle that it soon became nearly equal to the
interest on his debts. With all the enthusiasm of
vegetable youth he subscribed for all the papers, and
commenced to read the reliable war news. In this
way he learned that all was quiet on the Potomac,
and immediately went to congratulate his friends,
and purchase six American flags. On the following
morning he wrapt himself in the banner of his country
and learned from all the papers that all was quiet on
the Potomac. His joy at once became intense ; he
hoisted a flag on the lightning-rod of his domicil,
purchased a national pocket-handkerchief, bought six
hand-organs that played the Star-Spangled Banner,
and drank nothing but gunpowder tea. In the next
six months, however, there was a great change in our
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military affairs ; the backbone of the rebellion was
broken, the sound of the thunder came from all parts
of the sky, and fifty- three excellent family journals
informed the enthusiast that all was quiet on the Po
tomac. He now became fairly mad with bliss, and
volunteered to sit up with a young lady whose brother
was a soldier. On the following morning he com
menced to read Bancroft's History of the United
States, with Hardee's Tactics appended, only paus
ing long enough to learn from the daily papers that
all was quiet on the Potomac. Thus, in a fairy
dream of delicious joy, passed the greater part of this
devoted patriot's life ; and even as his hair turned
gray, and his form began to bend with old age, his
eye flashed in eternal youth over the still reliable war
news. At length there came a great change in the
military career of the Kepublic ; the rebellion received
its death-wound, and Washington's Birthday boomed
upon the United States of America. It was the
morning of that glorious day, and the venerable pa
triot was tottering about the room with his cane,
when his great-grandchild, a lad of twenty-five, came
thundering into the room with forty-three daily papers
under his arm.
"Old man \" says he, in a transport, " there's great
news."
"Boy, boy !" says the aged patriot, "do not trifle
with me. Can it be that — "
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" Bet your life—"
" Is it then a fact that — "
« Yes—"
" Am I to believe that—"
"ALL IS QUIET ON THE POTOMAC !"
It was too much for the venerable Brutus ; he
clutched at the air, spun once on his left heel, sang a
stave of John Brown's body, and stood transfixed
with ecstacy.
" Thank Heving," says he, " for sparing me to see
this day !"
After which he became hopelessly insane, my boy,
and raved so awfully about all our great generals
turning into mud-larks that his afflicted family had
to send him to the asylum.
This veracious and touching biography will show
you how dangerous to public health is reliable war
news, and convince you that the Secretary's order to
the press is only a proper insanitary measure.
I am all the more resigned to it, my boy, because
it affects me so little that I am even able to give you
a strictly reliable account of a great movement that
lately took place.
I went down to Accomac early in the week, my
boy, having heard that Captain Villiam Brown and
the Conic Section of the Mackerel Brigade were about
to march upon Fort Muggins, where Jeff Davis, Beau-
regard, Mason, Slidell, Yancey, and the whole rebel
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Congress were believed to be intrenched. Mounted
on my gothic steed Pegasus, who only blew down
once in the whole journey, I repaired to Villiam's de
partment, and was taking notes of the advance, upon
a sheet of paper spread on the ground, when the
commander of Accomac approached me, and says he :
" What are you doing, my bantam ?"
" Tm taking notes," says I, "for a journal which
has such an immense circulation among our gallant
troops that when they begin to read it in the camps,
it looks, from a distance, as though there had just
been a heavy snow-storm/
"Ah!" says Villiam, thoughtfully, "newspapers
and snow-storms are somewhat alike ; for both make
black appear white. But," said Villiam philosophi
cally, " the snow is the more moral ; for you can't
lie in that with safety, as you can in a newspaper.
In the language of General Grant at Donelson," says
Villiam, sternly : "I propose to move upon your
works immediately."
And with that he planted one of his boots right in
the middle of my paper.
" Bead that ere Napoleonic dockyment," says Vil
liam, handing me a scroll. It was as follows :
EDICK.
Having noticed that the press of the United States
of America is making a ass of itself, by giving infor-
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mation to the enemy. concerning the best methods of
carrying on the strategy of war, I do hereby assume
control of all special correspondents, forbidding them
to transact anything but private business ; neither
they, nor their wives, nor their children, to the third
and fourth generation.
I. It is ordered, that all advice from editors to the
War Department, to the general commanding, or the
generals commanding the armies in the field, be abso
lutely forbidden ; as such advice is calculated to make
the United States of America a idiot.
II. Any newspaper publishing any news whatever,
however obtained, shall be excluded from all railroads
and steamboats, in order that country journals, which
receive the same news during the following year, may
not be injured in cirkylation.
III. This control of special correspondents does
not include the correspondent of the London Times,
who wouldn't be believed if he published all the news
of the next Christian era. By order of
VILLIAM BROWN, Eskevire,
Captain Conic Section Mackerel Brigade.
I had remounted Pegasus while reading this able
State paper, my boy, and had just finished it, when
a nervous member of the advance-guard accidentally
touched off a cannon, whose report was almost imme
diately answered by one from the dense fog before us.
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"Ha!" says Captain Villiam Brown, suddenly
leaping from his steed, and creeping under it — to ex
amine if the saddle-girth was all right — " the fort is
right before us in the fog, and the rebels are awake.
Let the Orange County Company advance with their
howitzers, and fire to the north-east/'
The Orange County Company, my boy, instantly
wheeled their howitzers into position, and sent some
pounds of grape toward the meridian, the roar of their
weapons of death being instantaneously answered by
a thundering orash in the fog.
Company 3, Regiment 5, Mackerel Brigade, now
went forward six yards at double-quick, and poured
in a rattling volley of musketry, dodging fearlessly
when exactly the same kind of a volley was heard in
the fog, and wishing that they might have a few rebels
for supper.
" Ha \" says Captain Villiam Brown, when he no
ticed that nobody seemed to be killed yet ; " Provi
dence is on our side, and this here unnatural rebellion
is squelched. Let the Anatomical Cavalry charge
into the fog, and demand the surrender of Fort
Muggins," continued Villiam, compressing his lips
with mad valor, " while I repair to that tree back
there, and see if there is not a fiendish secessionist
lurking behind it."
The Anatomical Cavalry immediately dismounted
from their horses, which were too old to be used in a
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charge, and gallantly entered the fog, with their sabres
between their teeth, and their hands in their pockets
— it being a part of their tactics to catch a rebel be
fore cutting his head off.
In the meantime, my boy, the Orange County howit
zers and the Mackerel muskets were hurling a con
tinuous fire into the clouds, stirring up the angels,
and loosening the smaller planets. Sturdily answered
the rebels from the fog-begirt fort ; but not one of
our men had yet fallen.
Captain Villiam Brown was just coming down from,
the top of a very tall tree, whither he had gone to
search for masked batteries, when the fog commenced
lifting, and disclosed the Anatomical Cavalry return
ing at double-quick.
Instantly our fire ceased, and so did that of the
rebels.
" Does the fort surrender to the United States of
America ?" says Villiarn, to the captain of the Anato-
inicals.
The gallant dragoon, sighed, and says he :
" I used my magnifying glass, but could find no
fort."
At this moment, my boy, a sharp sunbeam cleft
the fog as a sword does a vail, and the mist rolled
away from the scene in two volumes, disclosing to
our view a fine cabbage-patch, with a dense wood
beyond.
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Villiam deliberately raised a bottle to his face, and
gazed through it upon the unexpected prospect.
"Ha!" says he sadly, "the garrison has cut its
way through the fog and escaped, but Fort Muggins
is ours ! Let the flag of our Union be planted on
the ramparts," says Villiam, with much perspiration,
" and I will immediately issue a proclamation to the
people of the United States of America/'
Believing that Villiam was somewhat too hasty in
his conclusions, my boy, I ventured to insinuate that
what he had taken for a fort in the fog, was really
nothing but a cabbage inclosure, and that the escaped
rebels were purely imaginary.
" Imaginary !" says Villiam, hastily placing his
canteen in his pocket. " Why. didn't you hear the
roar of their artillery ?"
" Do you see that thick wood yonder ?" says I.
Says he, " It is visible to the undressed eye/'
"Well," says I, "what you took for the sound of
rebel firing, was only the echo of your own firing in
that wood/'
Villiam pondered for a few moments, my boy, like
one who was considering the propriety of saying noth
ing in as few words as possible, and then looked an
gularly at me, and says he :
"My proclamation to the press will cover all this,
and the news of this here engagement will keep until
the war is over. Ah t" says Villiam, " I wouldn't
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have the news of this affair published on any account ;
for if the Government thought I was trying to cab
bage in my Department, it would make me Minister
to Eussia immediately."
As the Conic Section of the Mackerel Brigade re
turned slowly to head-quarters, my boy, I thought
to myself : How often does man, after making some
thing his particular forte, discover at last that it is
only a cabbage-patch, and hardly large enough at
that for a big hog like himself !
Yours, philanthropically,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXXIV.
BEGINNING WITH A LAMENTATION, BUT CHANGING MATERIALLY IN
TONE AT THE DICTUM OF JED SMITH.
WASHINGTON, D. C., March Sth, 1862.
Two days ago, my boy, a letter from the West
informed me that an old friend of mine had fallen in
battle at the very moment of victory. One by one,
my boy, I have lost many friends since the war began,
and know how to bear the stroke ; but what will they
say in that home to which the young soldier wafted a
nightly prayer ? Thither, alas ! he goes
NO MORE.
Hushed be the song and the love-notes of gladness
That broke with the morn from the cottager's door —
Muffle the tread in the soft stealth of sadness,
For one who returneth, whose chamber-lamp burneth
No more.
Silent he lies on the broad path of glory,
Where withers ungarnered the red crop of war.
Grand is his couch, though the pillows are gory,
'Mid forms that shall battle, 'mid guns that shall rattle
No more.
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Soldier of Freedom, thy marches are ended —
The dreams that were prophets of triumph are o'er —
Death with the night of thy manhood is blended —
The bugle shall call thce, the fight shall enthrall thee
No more.
Far to the Northward tho banners are dimming,
And faint comes tho tap of the drummers before ;
Low in the tree-tops the swallow is skimming ;
Thy comrades shall cheer thee, the weakest shall fear thee
No more. •
Far to the "Westward the day is at vespers,
And bows down its head, like a priest, to adore ;
Soldier, the twilight for theo has no whispers,
The night shall forsake thee, the morn* shall awake thee
No more.
Wide o'er tho plain, where tho white tents are gleaming,
In spectral array, like tho graves they're before —
One there is empty, where once thou wort dreaming
Of deeds that are boasted, of One that is toasted
No more.
When the Commander to-morrow proclaimeth
A list of the brave for the nation to store,
Thou shalt bo known with the heroes he nameth,
Who wake from their slumbers, who answer their numbers
No more.
Hushed be the song and tho love-notes of gladness
That broke with the morn from tho cottager's door —
Muffle the tread in the soft stealth of sadness,
For one who returneth, whose chamber-lamp burneth
No more.
To escape my own thoughts, I went over into a
camp of New England chaps, yesterday, my boy, and
one of the first high-privates my eyes rested on was
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Jed Smith, of Salsbury. He winked to the chaps
lounging near him, when he noted my doleful look,
and says he :
" You're mopish, comrade. Hez caliker proved
deceitful ?"
"No," says I, indifferently. "Calico rather shuns
me, as a general thing, my Down-easter, on account
of my plain speaking."
This startled him, my boy, as I expected it would,
and says he :
" That's jest like the mock-modesty of the wimmiri
folks all the world .over, and a body might think they
had the hull supply and no thin' shorter ; but I tell ye
it's the heartiest sow that makes the least noise, and
half this here modesty is all sham. Onct in a while
these here awful modest critters git shook down a bit,
I guess ; and gheewhillikins ! ef it don't do me good
to see it. I recollect I was goin' down from Augusty
some two years ago, in the old stage that Sammy
Tompkins druv, and we had one of the she-critters
aboard — and she was a scrouger, I tell ye ! Bonnet
red as a blaze, and stuck all over with stiff geeranium
blows, a hump like a Hottentot gal, and sich ankles !
but hold your horses, I'm gettin' ahead of time. We
was awful crowded, and no mistake — piled right on
top of each other, like so many layers of cabbage ;
and the way that gal squealed when we struck a rut,
was a caution to screech owls. And she was takin'
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up her sheer of the coach, too, I guess ; and kind of
si ivtched her walkin' geer way under the seat in front
of her, and out t'other side, just to brace herself agin
the diffikilties of travel. It being pretty bad goin'
down in them parts, she had on a pair of her brother's
butes, and they was what she wouldn't have had seen
if she'd knowed it. One of the fellers on the middle
seat was Zeb Green — gone to glory some time ago —
and when he spied them butes, he winked to me, and
sung out :
" Gheewhillikins ! who owns these ere big trot
ters ?"
" Now, ye see, the she-critter was one of yer modest
ones, and she wouldn't have owned up for the world,
after that. Says she :
" ( I guess they ain't mine.'
" Zeb see her game in a twinklin', and he was a tall
one for a lark ; so says he :
" £ I rayther guess there's petticuts goes with them
mud mashers.'
"The gal she flamed up at that, and says she :
" £ I guess you're barkin' up the wrong saplin',
Major, and yer must have a most audacious turkey
on, not to know yer own butes.'
" Sich lyin' tuk Zeb all aback for a minute ; but he
combed up his bristles again, and tried her on another
trail.
" ' Now, you don't mean to come for to insinuate
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that them ere's my butes, and I not know it ?' says
he:
" She was in for it then, and wouldn't back down ;
so says she :
" e In course I do, Major, and you'd better look out
fur your own leather/
" Zeb took a chaw of his terbacky, and says he :
" ' Well, if you says it's so, I'm bound to swaller
the oyster ; but I'll be dod-rotted if my bute-maker
won't hev to shave my last next winter/
" I seen right off that Zeb was up to the biggest
kind of a spree, and I knew them butes was the gist
of it ; cause ye see the she-critter couldn't hull "em
in nohow, after what she'd said.
" We went wrigglin' along for a while as still as
cats in a milk-house, and the butes stayed where they
was. But pretty soon Zeb began to grow uneasy like,
and screwed up his ugly nose, like as if he was took
with the pangs, and the doctor gone a courtin'".
" ' Gheewhillikins !' says he, at last, c I shan't stand
this here much longer, if there is company in the
parlor !'
" We all looked at him, and says 'one feller :
" 'I. guess, Major, you're took putty bad/
" Zeb gave his phizog another twist, an' says he :
" ' You'd better believe it, squire. I've got corns
on them ere feet of mine that'd make a preacher
swear, and them butes pinch like all tarnation/
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" I sec right off how the smoke was blowin', and
says I :
" ' Off with 'em, Zeb ! We're all in the family, and
won't mind you.'
" That was all the old he-one was'waitin' fur ; and
as quick as I said it, he had one of that modest gal's
feet in his hand, and twisted off the bute in a twink-
lin' ! ! We all see a perfect Wenus of a foot, and a
golfired ankle, and then it was jerked away quicker'n
a flash, and the critter screamed like a rantankerous
tom-cat with his tail under a cheese-knife !
" ( Murder ! — you nasty thing,' says she, i give me
my bute.'
" With that, me, and Zeb, and the hull bilin' of us
roared right out ; and says Zeb, says he, as he handed
her the bute with a killin' bow — says he :
"c Young woman, I guess I've taken your modesty,
as the wimmen call it, down a peg. You sed them
was my butes, and in course I had a right to shed
'em ; but ef they're your'n now, why keep 'em to
yourself, for massy 's sake !'
" That settled the gal down some, I tell ye ; and it
give her such a turn that her putty face was like a
rose when we stopt at the Red Tavern."
We were so much pleased with this story, my boy,
that we entreated the opponent of mock modesty to
spin us another.
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" Well, feller citizens," says he, " I don't mind if I
do tell ye about
A JOFIEED WAGON-TRADE
I onct made down in Texas. You see I was doin' a
right smart chance of trade down in that deestrict
with clocks, fur caps, Ingin meal, and other necessa
ries of life ; and onct in a while I went it blind on a
spekullation, when there was a chance to get a bar
gain, and pay fifty per cent, on a stiff swindle. They
was an old chap of a half breed they called Uncle
Johnny, down there, and somehow he got wind of
my pertikler cuteness, and he guessed he could run a
pretty sharp saw on me, if he only got a sight.
" I heerd he was after me, and thinks I ' you'll
get a roastin', my boy, ef you pick up this hot-chest
nut :' but- I was consated beyond my powers then,
and he was jist one huckleberry above my tallest
persimmon. We cum together one night at Bill
CroWn's tavern, and the fust thing the old cuss said
was :
" ' Jerewsalem crickets ! I'm like a fellow jist out
of a feather bed and no mistake. I tell ye that 'ere
wagging uv mine rides jist about as slick as a railroad
of grease, and if it warn't so allfired big, I wouldn't
sell it for its weight in Orleans bank notes.'
" I kinder thought I smelt a putty big bed-bug ;
but I glimpsed outer the door, and there stood the
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wagon under the shed, and lookin' orful temptin'. It
war a big four wheel consarn, with a canvas top, and
about as putty a consarn for family use as ever I sot
my winkers on. Thinks I :
" ' You don't fetch me this time, hoss ; for I'll be
jist a neck ahead of you !'
" So I stood a minit, and then says 1 :
" ' Without lookiu' nor nuthin', Uncle Johnny, I'll
jest give you $50 for that 'ere hearse/
" He kinder blinked around, and says he :
" ( I'd rather sell my grandmother ; but the con-
sarn's yourn, cunnel. Show yer hand.'
" He was too willin' to suit me ; but the game was
outer cover, and I wouldn't back down. So I give
him the rags, and went out to look at my bargain.
Would you 'bleave it, the old varmint had jist fetched
that ere wagon down to the shed, and sot it up end
on, so that I didn't see how the fore- wheels wasn't
thar ! Fact ! They had marvelled, and the fore-
axles was res tin' on two hitchin' stakes : Jist as I
got through cussin,' I heerd a jofired larfin, and thar
was the robber and his friends standin' in the door,
splittin' their sides at me. Thinks I, ' I went cheap,
then, my beauty ; but look out for a hail-storm when
the wind's up next time.' I borreyed a horse, and
took that ar bargain to my shanty ; and then I sot
down and went to thinkin'. Fur two days I war as
melancholy as a chicken in gooseberry time, tryin' to
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hit some plan to get even with the cuss. All to onct
somethin' struck me, and I felt better. Ye see there
was great talk down thar jist then, about the doctor's
gig what they heard tell on, but not a one was there
in the hull deestrict. I'd seen one up in York, and
thinks I, c Ef I don't make a doctor's two- wheeler
outer that ere wagon, then bleed me to death
with a oyster-knife !' So I jist got a big saw, and
went to work quiet like, and cut that ere wagon right
in two in the middle — cover and all Then I took
the shafts and fastened them onto the hind part, and
rigged up a dash-board. And then I took part of the
cut-off piece for a seat, and painted the hull thing
with black paint ; and dod-rot me if ef I didn't hev
a doctor's gig as rantankerous as you please ! I knew
it would fetch a thunderin' price fur its novelty to
any one ; but I was after Uncle Johnny, and nobody
else. One night I druv down to the tavern at a
tearin' rate, and the fust feller I see was hisself, a
standin' in the door, and sippin' kill-me-quick. He
was kinder took down when he see me comin' it so
piert in my new two-wheeler, and some of his friends
inside axed him what was the matter. He kept as
still as a mouse in a pantry until I come up, and then
says ho :
" 'What's that ere concern of yourn, hoss ?'
" Says I :
" ' It's one of them doctor's flyers as I'd rather ride
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in it than in Queen Victory's bang-up, A, No. 1,
stage-coach. It's a scrouger."
" He kinder stuck a minute, and then says he :
" ' What'll ye take for it, hoss ?'
" I made out as though I didn't keer, and says I :
" clt was sent to me by a cousin up in York," and
I don't keer to sell ; but yer may take it for $250.'
"He turned green about the gills at that, and
says he :
" ' Say $100, and I'll take it with my eyes shut.'
" 'It's yourn,' says I. ' Give us the rags.'
" He smelt a bug that time ; but it was too late ;
so he forked out the rale stuff, and then went to look
at the two-wheeler.
" < Thunder !' says he, blinkin' at the seat. ' I've
seen that afore, or my name isn't what my father's
wus !'
" c Better 'blieve it,' says I ; ' that's your four-
wheeler shaved down to the very latest York-
fashion/
" Then he did cuss ; but twarn't no use. The
trade was a trade, and all the boys larfed till their
tongues hung out. I treated all round, and as I left
'em, says I :
" Uncle Johnny, when ye want to trade agin, jist
pick out agrindstun that isn't too hard for yer blade.'"
At the conclusion of this tale of real life I returned
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to the city, my boy ; impressed with the conviction
that the purpose of the sun's rising in the East is to
give the New Englanders the first chance to monopo
lize the supply, should daylight ever be a sailable
article.
Yours, admiringly,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXXV.
GIVING PRACTICAL ILLUSTRATION OF MODERN PATRIOTISM, AND CEL
EBRATING THE ADVANCE OP THE MACKEREL BRIGADE TO MANAS-
SAS, ETC.
WASHINGTON, D. C., March 14th, 1S62.
PATRIOTISM, ray boy, is a very beautiful thing.
The surgeon of a Western regiment has analyzed a
very nice case of it, and says that it is peculiar to
this hemisphere. He says that it first breaks out in
the mouth, and from thence extends to the heart
causing the latter to swell. He says that it goes on
raging until it reaches the pocket, when it suddenly
disappears, leaving the patient very Constitutional
and conservative. " Bless me !" says the surgeon,
intently regarding a spoon with a tumbler round it,
" if a genuine American ever dies of patriotism it
will be because the Tax Bill hasn't been applied soon
enough."
I believe him, my boy !
On Monday morning, just as the sun was rising, like
a big gold watch " put up" at some celestial Simp
son's, the sentinels of Fort Corcoran were seized with
horrible tremblings at a sight calculated to make per-
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pendicular hair fashionable. As far as the eye could
reach on every side of the Capital, the ground was
black with an approaching multitude,, each man of
which wore large spectacles,, and carried a serious
carpet-bag and a bottle-green umbrella.
" Be jabers !" says one of the sentinels, whose im
perfect English frequently causes him to be taken for
the Due de Chartres, " it's the whole Southern Con
federacy coming to boord with us."
"Aisey, me boy/' says the other sentinel, straight
ening the barrel of his musket and holding it very
straight to keep the fatal ball from rolling out, ".it's
the sperits of all our pravious descindants coming to
ax us, was our grandmother the Saycretary of the
Navy/'
Eight onward came the multitude, their spectacles
glistening in the sun like so many exasperated young
planets, and their umbrellas and carpet-bags swinging
like the pendulums of so many infuriated clocks.
Pretty soon the advance guard, who was a chap in
a white neck-tie and a hat resembling a stove-pipe in
reduced circumstances, poked a sentinel in the ribs
with his umbrella, and says he :
" Where's Congress ?"
" Is it Congress ye want ?" says the sentinel.
" Yessir !" says the chap. " Yessir. These are
friends of mine — ten thousand six hundred and forty-
two free American citizens. We must see Congress.
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Yessir ! — dammit. How about that tax-bill ? We
come to protest against certain features in that bill."
" Murther an turf!" says the sentinel, "is it the
taxes all of them ould chaps is afther blaming ?"
" Yessir !" says the chap, hysterically jamming his
hat down over his forehead and stabbing himself
madly under the arm with his umbrella. " Taxes is
a outrage. Not all taxes," says the chap with sud
den benignity, "but the taxes which fall upon us.
Why don't they tax them as is able to pay, without
oppressing us ministers, editors, merchants, lawyers,
grocers, peddlers, and professors of religion ?" Here
the chap turned very purple in the face, his eyes
bulged greenly out, and says he : " Congress is a ass."
" That's thruo for you," says the sentinel : " they
ought to eximpt the whole naytion and tax the rest
of it,"
The multitude then swarmed into Washington, my
bay, and if they don't smother the Tax Bill, it will
be because Congress is case-hardened.
The remainder of the Mackerel Brigade being or
dered to join the -Conic Section at Accomac for an
irresistible advance on Manassas, I mounted my gothic
steed Pegasus on Tuesday morning.
Pegasus, my boy, has greatly improved since I
rubbed him down with Snobb's Patent Hair Invigora-
tor, and his tail looks much less like a whisk-broom
than it did at first. It is now fully able to maintain
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itself against all flies whatsoever. The general of the
Mackerel Brigade rode beside me on a spirited black
frame, and says he :
" That funereal beast of yours is a monument of
the home affections. Thunder \" says the general,
shedding a small tear of the color of Scheidam
Schnapps, " I never look at that air horse without
thinking of the time I buried my first baby ; its head
is shaped so much like a small coffin/'
On reaching Accomac, my boy, we found Captain
Villiam Brown at the head of the Conic Section of
the Mackerel Brigade, dressed principally in a large
sword and brass buttons, and taking the altitude of
the sun with a glass instrument operated by means
of a bottle.
aAh !" says Villiam, " You are just in time to
hear my speech to the sons of Mars, previous to
the capture of Manassas by the United States of
America."
Hereupon Villiam mounted a demijohn laid length
wise, and says he :
"FELLOW-ANACONDAS: — Having been informed
by a gentleman who has spent two weeks at Manassas,
that the Southern Confederacy has gone South for its
health, I have concluded that it is time to be offen
sive. The great Anaconda, having eluded Barnum,
is about to move on the enemy's rear :
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1 ' Rear aloft your peaks, yo mountings,
Rear aloft your waves, 0 sea !
Rear your sparkling crests, ye fountings,
For my love's come back to me.'
The day of inaction is past, and now the United
States of America is about to swoop down like a
exasperated Eagle, on the chickens left by the hawk.
Are you ready, my sagacious reptiles, to spill a drop
or so for your soaking country ? Are you ready to
rose up as one man —
" ' The rose is red,
The' wi'lets blue,
Sugar is sweet, and
Bully for you.'
• »
" Ages to come will look down on this day and
say : i They died young/ The Present will reply :
c I don't see it ;' but the present is just the last thing
for us to think about. Kichmond is before us, and
there let it remain. We shall take it in a few years :
" ' 1C may be for years and it may be for ever,
Then why art thou silent, 0 pride of mo heart.'
which is poickry. I hereby divide this here splendid
army into one corpse, dammee, and take command
of it."
At the conclusion of this thrilling oration, my boy,
the corpse dammee formed itself into a hollow square
in the centre of which appeared a mail-clad ambu
lance.
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I looked at this carefully, and then says I to Vil-
liam :
" Tell me, my gay Achilles, what you carry in
that ?"
" Ha !" says Villiam, balancing himself on one
leg, " them's my Kepeaters. This morning/' says
Villiam, sagaciously, " I discovered six Kepeaters
among my men. Each of them voted six times last
election day, and I've put them where they can't be
killed. Ah !" says Villiam, softly, "the Democratic
party can't afford to lose them Repeaters."
Here a rather rusty-looking chap stepped out of the
ranksa and says he :
" Captain, I'm a Repeater too. I voted four times
last election."
"It takes six to make a reliable Repeater," says
Villiam.
" Yes," says the chap : " but I voted for different
coves — twice for the Republican candidate and twice
for the Democrat."
"Ha \" says Villiam, " you're a man of intellect
Here, sargent," says Villiam, imperiously, " put this
cherubim into the ambulance."
" And, sargent," says Villiam, thoughtfully, "give
him the front seat."
And now, my boy, the march for Manassas com
menced, being timed by the soft music of the band.
This band, my boy, is sui generis. Its chief artist is
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an ardent admirer of Rossini, who performs with great
accuracy upon a night-key pressed closely against the
lower lip, the strains being much like those emitted
by a cart-wheel in want of grease. Then comes a
gifted musican from Germany, whose instrument is a ,
fine-tooth comb wrapped in paper, and blown upon
through its vibratory covering. The remainder of the
band is composed chiefly of drums, though the second-
base achieves some fine effects with a superannuated
accordeon.
Onward moved the magnificent pageant toward
the plains of Manassas, the Anatomical Cavalry being
in advance, and the Mackerel Brigade following closely
after.
Arriving on the noted battle-field, we found noth
ing but a scene of desolation ; the rebels gone ; the
masked batteries gone ; and nothing left but a soli
tary daughter of the sunny South, who cursed us for
invading the peaceful homes of Virginia, and then
tried to sell us stale milk at six shillings a quart.
When Captain Villiam Brown, surveyed this spec
tacle, my boy, his brows knit with portentous anger,
and says he :
" So much for wasting so much time. Ah !" says
Villiam, clutching convulsively at his canteen, " we
have met the enemy, and they are hours — ahead of
us/'
The only thing noticeable we found, my boy, upon
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searching the late stamping ground of the Southern
Confederacy, was a beautiful " romaunt," evidently
written by an oppressed Southern Union man, who
had gone from bad to verse, and descriptive of
THE SOUTHERN" VOLUNTEER'S FAREWELL TO HIS
WIFE.
Fresh from snuff- dipping to his arms she went,
And he, a quid removing from his mouth,
Pressed her in anguish to his manly breast
And spat twice, longingly, toward the South.
" Zara," he said, and hiccup'd as he spoke,
" Indeed I find it most (hie) 'stremely hard
To leave my wife, my niggers, and my debts,
And march to glory with the ' Davis Guard ;'
" But all to arms the South has called her .sons,
And while there's something Southern hands can steal,
You can't (hie) 'spect me to stay here at home
With heartless-duns for ever at my heel.
*' To-night a hen-copp falls ; and in a week
We'll take the Yankee capital, I think ;
But should it prove (hie) 'pedient not to do't,
Why, then, we'll take — in short, we'll take a drink,
"I reckon I may p'erish in the strife —
Some bullet in the back might lay me low —
And as my business needs attendiu' to,
I'll give you some directions ere 'I go.
"That cotton-gin I haven't paid for yet —
The Yankee trusted for it, dear, you know,
And it's a most (hie) 'stremely doubtful thing,
Whether it's ever used again, or no.
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" If Yankee's agent calls while I am gone,
It's my (hie) 'spress command and wish, that you
Denounce him for an abolition spy,
And have him hung before his note is due.
" That octoroon — who made you jealous, love —
"Who sews so well and is so pale a thing;
She keeps her husband, Sambo, from his work —
You'd better sell her — well, for what she'll bring.
"In case your purse runs low while I'm away —
There's Dinah's children — two (hie) 'spensive whelps ;
They won't bring much the way the markets are,
But then you know how every little helps.
" And there's that Yankee schoolmistress, you know,
"Who taught our darlings how to read and spell;
Now don't (hie) 'spend a cent to pay her bill ;
If she aren't tarred and feathered, she'll do well 1
" And now, my dear, I go where booty calls,
I leave my whisky, cotton-crop, and thee ;
Pray, that in battle I may not (hie) 'spire,
And when you lick the niggers think of me.
"If on some mournful summer afternoon
They should bring home to you your warrior dead,
Inter me with a toothpick in my hand,
And write a last (hie) jacet o'er my head."
We found this in the shed lately used by the chiv-
alric Con's tar veracy as a guard-house, my boy, and
read it with deep emotion.
Yours, Manassastonished,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXXVI.
CONCERNING THE WEAKNESSES OF GREAT MEN, THE CURIOUS MISTAKE
OF A FRATERNAL MACKEREL, AND THE REMARKABLE ALLITERATIVE
PERFORMANCE OF CAPTAIN VILLIAM BROWN.
WASHINGTON, D. C., March 20th, 1862.
WHEN a wise, benign, but not altogether Khode-
Island Providence saw fit to deal out a few moun
tains to Eastern Tennessee and Western Virginia,
my boy, it is barely possible that Providence had an
eye to the present crisis of our subtracted country,
and intended to furnish the coming Abe with a lit
place for the lofty accommodation of such great men
as were not in immediate demand among the- poli
ticians. I am not topographical by nature, my boy ;
I never went up to the top of the White Mountains
to see the sun rise, and didn't see ; nor did I ever
scale Mount Blanc for the purpose of allowing a fog
to settle on my lungs ; but it's my private opinion,
my boy, my private opinion, that, were it not for the
perpendicular elevations of the earth's surface in the
States named, it would be necessary for the honest
Old Abe either to turn General Fremont into a reduced
Consul, and commission him to furnish proofs of the
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nation's reverence for the name of Lafayette, or coop
him up somewhere in solitary grandeur, like a rabbit
in a Warren,
"Great men," says the General of the Mackerel
Brigade, as he and I were looking at some sugar
together, the other nigh,t, through concave glasses —
"great men/' says he, "are like the ears of black-
and-tan terriers ; they are good for ornaments, but
you must cut off some of them when you would give
them rats. Thunder \" says the general, -taking a
perpendicular view of the sugar — " if we didn't cut
off great men occasionally, there'd be more presi
dential nominations to ratify next election than ever
before struck terrier to the heart of an old-line whig."
But you have yet to learn, my boy, what was the
great reason for sending Fremont to the everlasting
hills. On Tuesday I asked a knowing veteran at
Willard's what it really was. He looked at me for a
moment in immovable silence ; then ho softly placed
his spoon-gymnasium on a table, looked cautiously
in all directions, crept up to my ear on tiptoe, and
says he :
"Kerridges!"
"Son of a bottle!" says I, "your information is
about as intelligible as the ordinary remarks of Ralph
Waldo Emerson."
The knowing veteran suffered his nose to take a
steam-bath for a moment, and then says he :
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" Kerridges ! Kerridges with six horses and the
American flag flying out of the back window. Fre
mont's great mistake at the West was kerridges — and
six horses. Did he wish to buy some shoe-strings for
his babes — c Captain Poneyowiski/ says he to his
chamberlain, 'order the second steward to tell the
scarlet-and-grey groom, to send the kerridge and six
horses round to the door, with a full band on the
box/ Did he wish to make a call on the next block
and obtain some Bath note-paper — ( General Nock-
mynoseoff/- says he to his first esquire in waiting,
' issue a proclamation to my Master in Chancery to
instantly command the Master of the Horse to get
ready the kerridge with six horses, and send the Life-
Guard to clear the way/ In fact," says the knowing
veteran, frowning mysteriously, "it is rumored that
when he came home from Debar' s theatre one night,
and found the front door of his head-quarters acci
dentally locked, he instantly ordered up the kerridge
and six horses, to take him round to the back en
trance. Now," says the knowing veteran, suddenly
striking the table a glass blow that splashed, and as
suming an air of embittered argument — " they've sent
him to the mountains to suppress his kerridge."
This explanation, my boy, may be all a fiction, but
certain it is that General Fremont has not the carriage
he had six months ago/'
On Wednesday the gothic steed Pegasus bore me
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once more to Manassas, where I found the Mackerel
Brigade vowing vengeance for the recent rebel atroci
ties, of which I found many outrageous evidences.
Just as I arrived on the ground, my boy, a Mackerel
chap came running out of a deserted rebel tent with a
round object in his hand, and immediately commenced
to tear his hair and speak the language of the Sixth
Ward.
"My brother! my brother!" says he, eyeing his
horrible trophy with tearful emotion. " 0 ! that I
should live to see your beloved skull turned into a
cheese-box by rebels ! You was a Boston alderman,
a moral man, and a candidate for the Legislature,
before you came to this here horrid war to be killed
by rebels, and have your skull aggravated into a seces
sion utensil."
Here the General of the Mackerel Brigade glanced
at the heart-sickening trophy, and says he to the
Mackerel chap :
" Why, you poor ignorant cuss ! that there is
nothing but a cocoanut-sheli hollowed out."
" Is it ?" says the inferior Mackerel, brightening
up, " is it ? Well/' says he, feelingly, " I took it for
the skull of my brother, the Boston Alderman — it's
so hard and thick."
These beautiful displays of fraternal emotion are
quite frequent, my boy, and are calculated to shed a
lustre of sanctity over the discoveries of our troops.
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The capture of Kichmond being deferred until the
younger drummers of the brigade are old enough to
vote in that city, I found Captain Villiam Brown and
Captain Bob Shorty seated at a table in a tent — the
former being engaged with a pen and a decanter,
while the latter drew a map of the campaign with a
piece of lemon-peel dipped in something fragrant.
It was beautiful to look at these two slashing
heroes, as they sat there in the genial glare of canvas-
strained noon-day, with a quart vessel between them.
" Comrade/' says Captain Bob Shorty to me, cor
dially, "this here is what we call intellectual relax
ation, with a few liquid vowels to make it consonant
with our tastes."
" Yes !" says Captain Villiam Brown, with a fas
cinating and elaborate wink at the decanter, "the
physical man having taken Manassas, the human in-
telleck is now in airy play. Ah !" says Villiam, majes
tically passing me the disentangled curl-paper on
which he had been writing, " read what I have penned
for the perusal of the United States of America.'"
I grasped the document, my boy, and found on it
inscribed the following efficacious effusion :
FLOYD.
Felonious Floyd, far-famed for falsifying,
Forever first from Federal forces flying,
From fabrications fanning Fortune's flame,
Finds foul Fugacity factitious Fame.
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Fool 1 facile Fabler 1 Fugitive flagitious !
Fear for Futurity, Filcher fictitious !
Fame forced from Folly, finding fawners fled,
Feeds final Failure — failure fungus- fed.
By CAPTAIN VJLLIAM Buowx, Eskevire.
"Well, iny juvenile Union-blue/' says Villiam,
smiling like a successful cherubim, " what do you
think of that piece of American intelleck ?"
" I think/' says I, " that it is worthy of an F. F. V."
What followed, my boy, is none of your business,
though a sentry near by subsequently observed that
he heard the sound of soft, mellifluous gurgles come
from the interior of the tent.
Poetry, my boy, is man's best gift ; and that, I
suppose, is the reason why it is so popular in young
women's boarding-schools.
Yours, in particular metre,
ORPHEUS C. KERB.
LETTER XXXVII.
DESCRIBING THE REMARKABE STRATEGICAL MOVEMENT OF THE CONIC
SECTION, UNDER CAPTAIN BOB SHORTY,
"WASHINGTON, D. C., March 2Sth, 1862.
THE most interesting natural curiosity here, next
to Secretary Welles' beard, is the office of the Secre
tary of the Interior. Covered with spider-webs, and
clothed in the dust of ages, my boy, sit the Secretary
and his clerks, like so many respectable mummies in
a neglected pyramid. The Department of the Inte
rior, my boy, is in a humorous condition ; the sales
of public lands for the past year amount to about ten
shillings, the only buyer being a conservative Dutch
man from New Jersey, who hasn't heard about the
war yet.
These things weigh upon my spirit, and I was glad
to order up my Gothic stallion, Pegasus, the other
day, and rattle down to Manassas once more.
Upon reaching that celebrated field of Mars, my
boy, I found the General of the Mackerel Brigade in
his tent, surrounded by telegraphic instruments and
railroad maps, while the Conic Section was drawn up
in line outside.
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" You appear to be much absorbed, my venerable
Spartan/' says I to the General, as I handled the
diaphanous vessel he was using as an act-drop in the
theatre of war.
The General frowned like an obdurate parent refus
ing to let his only daughter marry a coal-heaver, and
says he :
" I'm absorbed in strategy. Eighteen months ago,
I was informed by a contraband that sixty thousand
unnatural rebels were intrenched somewhere near here,
and having returned the contraband to his master, to
be immediately shot, I resolved to overwhelm the rebels
by strategy. Thunder !" says the General, perspiring
like a pitcher of ice-water in June, " if there's any
thing equal to diplomacy it's strategy. And now,"
says the General, sternly, " it's my duty to order you
to write nothing about this to the papers. You write
about my movements ; the papers publish it, and are
sent here ; my adjutant takes the papers to the reb
els ; and so, you see, my plans are all known. I have
no choice but to suppress you."
"But," says I, "you might more surely keep the
news from the rebels by arresting the adjutant."
" Thunder !" says the general, " I never thought
of that before."
Great men, my boy, are never so great but that
they can profit occasionally by a suggestion from the
humblest of the species. I once knew a very great man
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who went home one night in a shower, and was horri
fied at discovering that he could not get his umbrella
through the front door. He was a very great man,
understood Sanscrit, made speeches that nobody could
comprehend, and had relatives in Beacon-street, Bos
ton. There he stood in the rain, my boy, pushing his
umbrella this way and that way, turning it endways
and sideways, holding it at acute angles and obtuse
angles ; but still it wouldn't go through the door, nor
anything like it. By-and-by there came along a chap
of humble attainments, who sung out :
" What's the matter, old three-and-sixpence ?"
, The great man turned pantingly round, and says
he:
" Ah, my friend, I cannot get my umbrella into the
house. I've been trying for half an hour to wedge it.
through the door, but I can't get it through and know
not how to act."
The humble chap stood under a gas-light, my boy,
and by the gleams thereof his mouth was observed to
pucker loaferishly.
" Hev you tried the experiment of shutting up that
air umbrella ?" says he.
The great man gave a start, and says he :
" Per Jovem I I didn't think to do that."
And he shut his umbrella and went in peacefully.
The Conic Section was to make its great strategic
movement, my boy, under Captain Bob Shorty ; and,
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led by that fearless warrior, it set out at twilight.
Onward tramped the heroes according to Hardee, for
about an hour, and then they reached a queer-look
ing little house with a great deal of piazza and a very
little ground-floor. With his cap cocked very much
over one eye, Captain Bob Shorty knocked at the
door, and was answered by a young maiden of about
forty-two.
" Hast seen any troops pass here of late ?" asked
Captain Bob Shorty, with much dignity.
The Southern maiden, who was a First Family,
sniffed indignantly, and says she :
" I reckon not, poor hireling Hessian."
" Forward — double-quick — march !" says Captain
Bob Shorty, with much vehemence ; " that ere young
woman has been eating onions."
" Onward, right onward through the darkness, went
the Conic Section of the Mackerel Brigade, eager to
engage the rebel foe and work out the genius of
strategy. Half an hour, and another house was
reached. In response to the captain's knock a son
of chivalry stuck his head out of a window, and
says he :
"There's nobody at home."
Peace, ignoramius !" says Captain L'ob Shorty,
majestically ; " the United States of America wishes
to know if you have seen any troops go by to
night."
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" Yes/' says the chivalry, " my sister saw a com
pany go by just now; I reckon."
" Forward — double quick — march !" says Captain
Bob Shorty, "we can catch the Confederacy alive if
we're quick enough."
And now, my boy, the march was resumed with
new vigor, for it was certain that the enemy was right
in front, and might be strategically annihilated. A
long time passed, however, without the discovery of a
soul, and it was after midnight when the next house
was gained.
A small black contraband came to the door, and
says he :
" By gorry, mars'r sogerum, what you hab ?"
"Tell me, young Christy's minstrel," says Cap
tain Bob Shorty, "have any troops passed here to
night ?"
The contraband turned a summerset, and says he :
" Mars' and misses hab seen two companies dis
berry night, so helpum God."
" Forward — double-quick — march !" says Captain
Bob Shorty. "Two companies is rather heavy for
this here band of Spartans, but it is sweet to die for
one's country/'
The march went on, my boy, until we got to the
next house, where the inmates refused to appear, but
shouted that they had seen three companies go past.
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At this Captain Bob Shorty was heard to scratch his
head in the darkness, and says he :
" This here strategy is a good thing at decent odds :
but when it's, three to- one, it's more respectable to
have all quiet on the Potomac. Halt, fellow wictims,
and let us wait here until the daily sun is issued by
the divine editor."
The orb of light was calmly stealing up the east,
my boy, when Captain Bob Shorty sprang from his
blanket and observed the house, before which the
Conic Section was encamped, with protruding eyes.
" By all that's blue !" says Captain Bob Shorty,
" if that ain't the werry identical house where we saw
the vinegar maiden last night !"
And so it was, my boy ! The Conic Section of the
Mackerel Brigade had been going round and round on
a private race-course all night, stopping four times at
the same judge's stand, and going after their own
tails, like so many humorous cats.
Strategy, my boy, is a profound science, and don't
cost more than two millions a day, while the money
lasts. Yours, in deep cogitation,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXXVIII.
INTRODUCING THE VERITABLE "HYMN OF THE CONTRABANDS," WITH
EMANCIPATION MUSIC, AND DESCRIBING THE TERRIFIC COMBAT A LA
MAIN BETWEEN CAPTAIN VILLIAM BROWN, OF THE UNITED STATES
OF AMERICA, AND CAPTAIN MUNCHAUSEN, OF THE SOUTHERN CON
FEDERACY.
WASHINGTON, D. C., April 4th, 1862.
KNOWING you to be a connoisseur in horse-flesh,
my boy, it is but proper I should tell you that I have
leased my steed, the gothic Pegasus, for a few days to
an army carpenter, that gentleman having expressed
a wish to use my architectural animal as a model for
some new barracks. Pegasus, my boy, when viewed
lengthwise, presents a perspective not unlike a
Hoboken cottage, and eminent builders tell me that
his back is the very beau ideal of a combination roof.
I sent a side-view photograph of the fiery stallion to
a venerable grandmother not long since, and she
wrote back that she was glad to see I had my quar
ters elevated on piles to avoid dampness, but should
think the hut would s*moke with such a crooked
chimney ! The old lady is rather hard of hearing,
my boy, and makes trifling . mistakes without her
spectacles.
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In the absence of my war-horse I hired a respecta
ble hack to take me to Manassas, the driver saying
that he would not charge me more than ten dollars
an hour, as he had seen better days himself. What
his seeing better days had to do with me I didn't ex
actly see, my boy ; but I hired the chariot, and we
went down the river at a pace sometimes achieved by
that carriage in a funeral which contains the parents
of the deceased.
Wet towels, soda-water, and a few wholesome
kicks in the rear having rendered Company 3, Regi
ment 5, Mackerel Brigade, sufficiently certain of their
legs to march a polka in the space of an ordinary
corn field, Captain Villiam Brown placed himself at
their head, and, flanked by a canteen and an adju
tant, the combined pageant was just about to move
on a reconnoitering expedition as I came up.
" Ha !" said Villiam, hastily placing his shirt-frill
over the neck of a bottle that accidentally peeped
from his bosom — " I am about to lead these noble
beings on the path of glory, and you shall participate
in the beams."
Without a word, I turned his left wing ; and as
the band, which consisted of a fat Dutchman and a
night-key bugle, struck up " Drops of Brandy/' we
moved onward, like the celestial vision of childhood's
dream.
Like the radiance of a higher heaven streaming
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through the golden-tinted windows of some grand
old cathedral, fell the softened light of that April
afternoon., on budding Nature, as we halted before a
piece of woods just this side of Strasburg. On the
new leaves of the trees in front of us the sunshine
coined a thousand phantom cataracts of specie, and
in the vale below us a delicate purple shadow wrestled
with the hill-reflected fire of the sun. Deep silence
fell on Company 3; Kegiment 5, Mackerel Brigade ;
the band put his instrument on the ring with the key
of his trunk, and Yilliam softly reconnoitred through
a spy-glass furnished with a cork. Suddenly the
tones of a rich, manly voice swelled up from the bosom
of the valley.
"Hush !" says Villiam, sternly eyeing the band,
who had just hiccupped — " 'tis the song of the Con
trabands."
We all listened, and could distinctly hear the fol
lowing words of the singer :
"They're holding camp-meeting in Hickory Swamp,
0, let my people go ;
Do preacher's so dark dat he carry um lamp,
0, let my people go.
. De brudders am singing dis jubilee tune,
0, let my people go ;
Two doDars a year for de Weekly Tribune,
0, let my people go!"
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As the strain died away in the distance, the adju
tant slapped his left leg.
" Why," said he, dreamily, " that must be Greeley
down there."
"No !" says Villiam, solemnly, "it is one of the
wronged children of tyranny warbling the suppressed
hymn of his injured people. It is a sign/' says Vil
liam, trembling with bravery, "that the Southern
Confederacy is somewhere around ; for when you
hear the squeak -of the agonized rat," said Villiam,
philosophically, " you may be sure that the sanguinary
'terrier is on the war-path."
Scarcely had he spoken, my boy, when there
emerged from the edge of the wood before us a rebel
company, headed by an officer of hairy countenance
and much shirt collar. This officer's face was a
whisker plantation, through which his eyes peeped
forth like two snakes coiled up in a window-brush.
His dress was shoddy, his air was toddy, and a
yard of valuable stair-carpet enveloped his manly
shoulders.
" Halt !" said he to his file of reptiles, whose gen
eral effect was that of a congress of rag-merchants
just come in from a happy speculation in George-Law
muskets.
"Sir," said the officer, bowing in a graceful semi
circle, "I am somewhat in the First Family way,
own a plantation, drink but little water at home, and
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have the honor to be Captain Munchausen, of the
Southern Confederacy/'
" Dost fence ?" says Villiam, grimly drawing his
sword.
" Fence !" says Captain Munchausen, also drawing
his disguised crowbar. " Didst ever hear, boy, or
read, of that great fencer of the olden time, the
Chevalier St. George ?"
" Often," says Villiam, in a tone that was as plainly
the echo of a lie as is that of the delicate female eater
of slate-pencils, when she says that she never could
bear pork and beans.
" Well/7 says Captain Munchausen, haughtily,
" the chevalier was so extremely jealous of my supe
rior skill, that he actually went and died nearly a
hundred years before I was born/'
" Soap/' says Villiam, like one talking in his sleep,
" is sometimes made with powerful lie."
"By Chivalry !" says Qaptain Munchausen, choler-
ically ; "I swear, I never told a single lie in all my
life."
" A single lie !" says Villiam, abstractedly ; "ah,
no ! for the lies of the Southern Confederacy are all
married, and have large families."
This domestic speech, my boy, was too much for
Munchausen. Asking one of the rag merchants to
hold his three-ply overcoat, and carefully removing
his fragmentary cap, that none of the cold potatoes
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should spill out of it, he planted the remains of his
right boot slightly in advance of the skeleton of his
left, and thundered :
" 'Sblood !"
Quick as the lightning leaps along the cloud did
Captain Villiam Brown send the great toe of his
dexter foot to meet that of his foe ; his • Damascus
blade lay across the opposing brand, and he whis
pered :
" 'Sdeath !"
It was a beautiful sight — by Minerva it was !
" Stop !" says Yilliam, suddenly hauling in his
weapon again ; " it shall never be said that I took
advantage of a foeman."
As he uttered these memorable words, my boy, this
ornament of the service plucked an infant demijohn
from his fearless bosom and magnanimously passed it
to his antagonist.
A soft commotion was visible in the whiskers of
Captain Munchausen — the suburb of a smile as it
were ; a cavern opened in their midst, the vessel
ascended curvilinearly thereto, and the sound was as
the trickling of water down a mountain gulch.
The adjutant took his seat on the sleeping body of
the band, and with pencil and paper prepared to
record the combat. The opposing champions faced
each other, and as Villiam once more raised his blade
he smiled horribly.
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Then, my boy, was witnessed a scene to make old
Charlemagne's paladins dance High-jinks in their
graves, and call all the Arturian knights to life again.
Carte ct tierce ! but it was a spectacle for Hector and
Achilles. With swords pointed straight at each
other's noses did the valorous heroes skip wildly back,
and then as wildly forward. Slam ! bang ! crack !
smack !" right and left ! over and under ! parry, feint,
and premiere force ! Now did they hop fierily along
on opposite sides of the road, eyeing each other
like demoniac Thomas Cats upon the moonlit fence.
Ever and anon did they dart furiously to the centre,
cutting the blessed atmosphere to invisible splinters,
and slaying imaginary legions.
But a crisis was at hand ! In one of his terrible
chops, the cool and collected Villiam brought his
deadly weapon down full upon the knuckles of the
enemy. But for the fact that Villiam's sword was
not quite as sharp as the side of an ordinary three-
story house, Munchausen's hand would never more
have wielded trenchant blade. As it was, he hastily
dashed his brand to the ground, crammed his knuckles
into his mouth, struck up an impassioned dance, and
mumbled, in extreme agitation :
" Golfire your cursed abolition soul !"
It was beautiful, my boy, to see how the calm Vil
liam leaned upon his sword and smiled.
"Ah !" says Villiam, "so perish the foes of the
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Union, the Constitution, and the Enforcement of the
Laws. I have bruised the Confederacy. — Adjutant 1"
says Villiam, in a sudden burst of pardonable exulta
tion, "score one for the United States of America !"
Now it happened, my boy, that, as Villiam said
this, he turned to where the adjutant was sitting, and
bent down to give particular directions. His body
was thus made to assume somewhat of the shape of
the letter U, the curve being sharply toward the ene
my. In an instant Captain Munchausen regained his
sword, grasped it after the manner of a flail, and, with
a prodigious spank, applied it to the unguarded por
tion of my hero's anatomy.
High sprang the almost assassinated Villiam into
the air, with sparks pouring from his eyes, and Union
oaths hissing from his working jaws.
"Adjutant!" roared Captain Munchausen, "score
one for the Southern Confederacy \"
No sooner had Villiam reached the ground and
picked up the cork that had fallen from his bosom as
he ascended, than he plunged rampagiously at his ad
versary, and aimed a blow at his head that must have
taken it off had Captain Munchausen been about a
yard taller. As it was, the stroke mercilessly split
the air, and caused my hero to spin like a mighty top.
In vain did the shameless Confederate swordsman
endeavor to get in a hit as Villiam went round ; the
sword of the Union met him at every turn, and right
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quickly was the avenging blade humming around his
head again. Inspired with the strength of Hercules,
the endurance of Prometheus, and the fire of Pluto,
the gorgeous Villiam Brown went at his work once
more, like a feller of great trees, arid in another mo
ment his awful blade twanged upon the foeman's head.
Down went Captain Munchausen singing inverted
psalms, with a whole nest of rockets exploding in his
brain. Pale turned his rag merchants at the sight,
and one of them immediately deserted to our side and
swore that he had always been a Union man.
Villiam leaned upon his blade, and kindly re
marked :
" His head is broken ; I heard it crack."
" 'Tis false !" says Captain Munchausen, gloomily ;
"that is an old crack — I've had it ever since I was a
boy."
"Ah !" says Villiam, airily, "Fm afraid my blow,
has caused more than one funeral in the inseck king
dom, for the cut went right through the hair. Have
a comb ?" says Villiam, pleasantly.
Captain Munchausen made no reply, my boy, but
motioned for his men to bear him from the field. It
was noticed however, that, as he was being carried
into the wood, he asked a gentleman in remarkable
tatters, to take him to the last ditch.
As the Southern Confederacy disappeared, Captain
Villiam Brown hammered his sword straight with a
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bit of stone, forced it into its scabbard, and turned
majestically to Company 3, Eeginient 5, Mackerel
Brigade, several members of which were engaged in
the athletic game of pitch-penny.
" Let the band be awakened," says Villiam.
A Mackerel at once proceeded to break the slum
bers of the orchestra, by shaking a bottle near his ear
— that experiment having never been known to fail in
the case of a pronounced musical character.
"Ha!" says Villiam, with much spirit, awe will
march to the national airs of our distracted country !"
After sounding several cat-calls on his night-key
bugle, in the manner of all great instrumentalists
who wish to know about their instruments being in
tune, the band struck up u Ale to the Chief," and we
marched to quarters like so many heroes of ancient
Eum.
Shall treason triumph in our land, my boy, while
there's a sword to wave ? I think not, my boy, I
think not. Though Columbia did not rule the wave,
her champions would see to it that she never waived
the rule. Yours, for the Star- Spangled,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XXXIX.
SHOWING HOW A REBEL WAS REDUCED, AND CONVERTED TO " RECON
STRUCTION," BY THE VALOROUS ORANGE COUNTY HOWITZERS.
WASHINGTON, D. C., April 13th, 1862.
THE stirring times are come again, the maddest of
the year, and I am beginning to believe,, my boy, that
what is to be will be as what has been has. Though
still without my Gothic charger, Pegasus, that sym
metrical racer having been borrowed for a writing-
desk by a Secretary of the Fronterior, I am enabled to
keep up communications with the Mackerel corpse
dammee down the river, and ten thousand star-span
gled banners flash through my veins as I relate the
recent great artillery expedition of the Orange County
Howitzers.
It seems, my boy, that an intellectual member of
the Mackerel Brigade got tired of investing Yorktown,
and wandered away in pursuit of adventure. As he
peregrinated in the neighborhood of a rebel domicil,
he beheld what he took for the bird of our country,
stalking out of the barnyard, and was taking measures
to confiscate it, when the proprietor made his appear
ance, and says he :
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"Hessian, spare that goose !"
The Mackerel chap gave a tragic start, and says he :
" Tis the Eagle I would rescue, Horatio : the bird
celebrated by iny brother, the Congressman, in all his
speeches."
"Well," says the foul traitor, "it is undoubtedly
what the Congressman takes for an Eagle, as I am.
aware that Congressmen generally treat the American
Eagle as if he were a goose ; but as that gander happens
to belong to one of the very First Families of Virginia,
and cost me four shillings, it becomes my painful duty
to resist your habeas corpus act." And with that he
drove the beautiful bird into the barnyard, and locked
the gate.
Fired to fury by this insult from one of those whom
our army had come to protect, the Mackerel chap went
immediately back to quarters, and appealed to his
comrades for vengeance.
That gifted officer Samyule Sa-mith, heard his
burning words, and says he :
"The cannon of the Union shall speak in this mat
ter. Let the Orange County Howitzers get ready for
action, and I will lead them against the Philistine."
Instantly arose the notes of dreadful preparation ;
the guns were mobilized, six English gentlemen in
the hosiery business were invited to view the coming
battle, and just as the moon rose above the trees, the
artillery started for the rebel stronghold.
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Arriving before the offending house, the howitzers
were placed in line, and all got ready for the bom
bardment. It was just possible, my boy, that two
men might have marched into that house, and cap
tured the misguided Confederacy without slaughter.
You may be unable to see what use there was in
bringing artillery and forming in line of battle ; but
you are very ignorant, my boy ; you know nothing
about strategy and war.
" Soldiers/' says Samyule, " remember that the
eyes of the whole world are upon you at this moment,
and endeavor to hit the house as often as possible.
We will fire one round without ball/' says Samyule,
" to see if the powder is first-class."
Now it chanced that while the loading-up was
going on, the gallant Lieutenant Lemons got his legs
wonderfully entangled in the lanyard of his piece,
and kept turning the howitzer around in a manner
strongly expressive of nervous agitation. Suddenly
he stepped across to where Sarnyule was standing,
and whispered in his ear.
" 0, I see/' says Samyule, kindly, " you were
educated at West Point, and want to know which
end of the cannon ought to be pointed at the enemy.
Well/' says Samyule, instructively, " you'd better
point the end with a hole in it."
.Everything being in readiness, my boy, the com
bined battery launched its thunders on the air, creat-
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ing a great sensation in the neigboring hen-roosts,
and causing a large rooster to fall from a branch in
the midst of his refreshing slumbers.
" Now, that the powder has sustained its reputa
tion," says Samyule, impressively, " let the two-inch
balls be hurled at the enemy's works."
As the house was full ten yards off, this second dis
charge failed to hit it ; but it brought the Southern
Confederacy to the window in his night-cap, and says
he:
" There's no use of rny trying to sleep, if you chaps
keep making such a noise down there."
" Unhappy man," says Samyule, solemnly, " we
come here to reduce you, and will listen to nothing
but unconditional surrender."
The Confederacy gaped, and says ho :
" I'm very sleepy, and can't talk to you now ; but
I'll call over in the morning."
And he shut the window, and went back to bed.
A frown was observed to steal over the face of Sam
yule. He has a peculiar countenance, my boy, and
a frown affects it strangely. Take his mouth and
moustache together, and they remind you of a mouse
sunning himself on the edge of his hole ; and when
the frown comes on, the mouse acts as though he had
a stomach-ache.
" Comrades," says Samyule, " the enemy requires
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another round, and we must do it on the square.
Fire !"
Like four-and-twenty thunder-storms the howitzers
roared together, and had not the Orange County vet
erans forgotten to put in any balls, there is reason to
believe that some windows would have been broken.
Another discharge, however, was more successful, as
it knocked the top oif the chimney.
The Southern Confederacy appeared at the window
again, and says he :
" If you fellows don't quit that racket down there,
you'll irritate me pretty soon."
This significant remark caused a sudden cessation
of the bombardment, and Samyule hastily called a
council of war.
" Gentlemen/' says Samyule, " a new issue has
arisen. If we irritate the Southern Confederacy, all
hopes of future Union and reconstruction may be
destroyed."
A chap who was a conservative democrat suddenly
flamed up at this, and says he :
" The abolitionists caused this terrible war, and it
is our business, as no-party men, to finish it Consti
tutionally. If we irritate this man, no power on
earth will ever make him submit to reconstruction.
Ask him."
Here the democratic chap took a large taste of to
bacco, and sighed for his country.
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" Mr. Davis/' says Samyule to the Confederacy at
the window, " if we do not irritate you, will you con
sent to be reconstructed ?"
" Reconstructed !" says the Confederacy, thought
fully ; " reconstructed ! Ah !" says he, " you mean,
will I consent to be born again ?"
" Yes," says Samyule, metaphysically ; " will you
consent to be borne again, as we have borne with you
heretofore ?"
The Confederacy thought awhile, and then says he :
" Consider me reconstructed."
As that was all the Constitution asked, of course
there was no more to be done, and the Orange County
Howitzers returned to their original position in the
mire, the English gentlemen remarking that the ap
pearance and discipline of our troops were satisfac
tory to Albion.
Fighting according to the Constitution, my boy, is
such an admirable way of preventing carnage, that
some doctor ought to take out a patent for it as a
cheap medicine.
Yours to come, and
ORPHEUS C. KERR,
'LETTER XL.
RENDERING TRIBUTE OP ADMIRATION TO THE WOMEN OF AMERICA,
WITH A REMINISCENCE OP IIOBBS & DOBBS, ETC.
WASHINGTON, D. C., April 18th, 1S62.
HAVING a leisure hour at my disposal, my boy, and
being reminded of infatuating crinoline by the recep
tion of certain bird-like notes in chirography strongly
resembling the exquisite edging on delicious panta
lettes, I turn my attention to that beautiful creation
which is fearfully and wonderfully maid, and wears
distracting gaiters.
Woman, my boy, at her worst, is a source of real
happiness to the sterner sex. There's a chap in the
Mackerel Brigade who got very melancholy one day
after receiving a letter from home, wherein he was
affectionately called " a unnatural and wicious crec-
tur" for not sending his better-half a new dress and
some hair-pins. Seeing his affliction, and divining
its cause, another Mackerel stepped up to him, and
says he :
"Is it the old woman which is on a tare ?"
The married chap groaned, and says he :
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" She's mad as a hornet. I do believe/' says the
married chap, turning very pale, " that she'll take
away my night-key, and teach rny babes to call me
the Old File."
" Well," says the comforting Mackerel, " then why
did you get married ? Why didn't you stay a single
bachelor like me, and enjoy the pursuit of happiness
in the Fire Department ?"
" Happiness !" says the married chap, " why it was
expressly to enjoy happiness that I wedded. Step this
way," says the. married chap, with a horrible smile,
leading his consoler aside, "ain't the women of
America mortal ?"
" Yes," says the Mackerel thoughtfully.
"And don't they die?"
" Yes," says the Mackerel. " That is to say,"
added the Mackerel, contemplatively, " they some
times die when there's new and expensive tombstones
in fashion."
" Peter Perkins !" says the married chap, with a
smile of wild bliss, " I wouldn't miss the happiness I
shall feel when my angel returns to her native hev-
ings, for the sake of being twenty bachelors. No !"
says the married chap, clutching his bosom, " I've
lived on the thought of that air bliss ever since the
morning rny female pardner threw my box of long-
sixes out of the window, and called in the police be
cause I brought a waluable terrier home with me."
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Here the married chap uncorked his canteen and eyed
it with speechless fury.
Tears came to the eyes of the unwomantic Mack
erel ; he extended his hand, and says he :
" Say no more, Bobby — say no more. If you ain't
got the correck idea of Heaven there's no such place
on the map." •
I give you this touching conversation between two
of nature's noblemen, my boy, that you may appre
ciate that beautiful dispensation of Providence which
endows woman with the slighter failings of humanity,
yet gives her the power to brighten the mind of in
ferior man with glorious visions of joy beyond the
grave.
My arm has been strengthened in this war, my
boy, by the inspiration of woman's courage, and aided
by her almost miraculous foresight. Only yesterday,
a fair girl of forty- three summers, thoughtfully sent
me a box, containing two gross of assorted fish-hooks,
three cook-books, one dozen of Tubbses best spool-
cotton, three door-plates, a package of patent gera
nium-roots, two yards of Brussels carpet, Kumford's
illustrated work on Perpetual Intoxication, ten bottles
of furniture-polish, and some wall-paper. Accom
panying these articles, so valuable to a soldier on the
march, was a note, in which the kind-hearted girl
said that the things were intended for our sick and
wounded troops, and were the voluntary tributes of a
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loyal and dreamy-souled woman. I tried a dose of
the furniture-polish, my boy, on a chap that had the
measles, and he has felt so much like a sofa ever since,
that a coroner's jury will sit on him to-morrow.
The remainder of this susceptible young creature's
note, my boy, was calculated to move a heart of stone.
She asked if it hurt much to be killed, and said she
should think the President might sue Jeff Davis, or
commit habeas corpus or some other ridiculous thing,
to stop this dreadful, spirit-agonizing war. She said
that her deepest heart-throbs and dream-yearnings
were for the crimson-consecrated Union, and that she
had lavished her most harrowing hope-sobs for its
heaven-triumph. She said that she had a friend,
named Smith, in the army, and wished I could find
him out, and tell him that the human heart, though
repining at the absence of the beloved object, may be
coldly proud as a scornful statute to the stranger's
eye, but pines like a soul-murdered water-lily on
the lovely stream of its twilight-brooding contem
plations.
Anxious to oblige her, my boy, I asked the General
of the Mackerel Brigade if he knew a soldier "of the
name of Smith ?"
The General thought awhile, and says he :
" Not one. There are many of the name of
Sa-mith," says the general, screening his eye from the
sun with a bottle, " and the Smythes are numerous ;
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but the Smiths all died as soon as the Prince of Wales
came to this country/'
This is an age of great aristocracy, my boy, and
the name of Smith is confined to tombstones. I once
knew a chap named Hobbs, who made knobs, and
had a partner named Dobbs ; and he never could get
married until he changed his title ; for what sensitive
and delicately-nerved female would marry a man
whose business-card read, " Try Hobbs & Dobbs'
Knobs ?" Finally, he called himself De Hobbs, and
wedded a Miss Podger — pronounced Po-gshay. After
that, he cut his partner, ordered his friends to cease
calling him Jack, and in compliance with the wishes
of his wife's family, got out a business-card like
this :
t^ i_
| J&CQUSS DS HOBBS,
TRY HIS
DOOR-PERSUADERS.
But, to return to the women of America, there was
one of them came out to our camp not long ago, my
boy, with six Saratoga trunks full of moral reading
for our troops. She was distributing the cheerful
works among the veterans, when she happened to
to come across Private Jinks, who had just got his
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rations, and was swearing audibly at the collection of
wild beasts he had found in one of his biscuits.
" Young man/' says she, in a vinegar manner, " do
you want to be damned ?"
Private Jinks reflected a moment, and says he :
" Keally, mem, I don't know enough about horses
to say."
The literary agent was greatly shocked, but recov
ered in time to hand the warrior a small book, and
told him to read it and be saved.
It was a small and enlivening volume, my boy,
written by a missionary lately served up for breakfast
by the Emperor of Glorygoolia, and entitled " The
Fire that Never is Quenched/'
Jinks looked at the book, and says he :
" What district is that fire in ?"
The daughter of the Kepublic bit off a small piece
of cough candy, and says she :
" It's down below, young man, where you bid fair
to go."
" And will it never be put out ?" says Private
Jinks.
The deeply-affected crinoline shook her head until
all her combs rattled, and says she :
" No, young man ; it will burn, and burn, young
man."
" Then I'm safe enough !" says Private Jinks,
slapping his knee ; " for I'm a member of Forty
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Hose, and if that air fire is to keep burning, they'll
have to have a paid Fire Department down there,
and shut us fellows out."
The daughter of the Kepublic instantly left him,
my boy ; and when next I saw her, she was arguing
with one of the chaplains, who pretended to believe
that firemen sometimes went to Heaven.
Woman, my boy, is an angel in disguise ; and if
she had wings what a rise there would be in bonnets !
Yours, for the next Philharmonic,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XLI.
CITING A NOTABLE CASE OP VOLUNTEER SURGERY, AND CITING AN
OUTLINE SKETCH OP " COTTON SEMINARY."
WASHINGTON, D. C., April 25th, 1862.
THERE is a certain something about a sick-room,
my boy, that makes me think seriously of my latter
end, and recognize physicians as true heroes of the
bottle-field. The subdued swearing of the sufferer
on his bed, the muffled tread of the venerable nurse,
as she comes into the room to make sure that the
brandy recommended by the doctor is not too mild
for the patient, the sepulchral shout of the regimental
cat as she recognizes the tread of Jacob Barker, the
sergeant's bull-terrier, outside ; all these are things
to make the spectator remember that we are but dust,
and that to return to dust is our dustiny.
Early in the week, my boy, a noble member of the
Pennsylvania Mud-larks was made sick in a strange
manner. A draft of picked men from certain regi
ments was ordered for a perilous expedition down the
river. You may be aware, my boy, that a draft is
always dangerous to delicate constitutions ; and, as
the Mud-lark happened to burst into a profuse per-
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spiration about tlie time he found himself standing in
this draft, he, of course, took such a violent cold that
he had to he put to bed directly. I went to see him,
nay boy ; and whilst he was relating to me some af
fecting anecdotes of the time when he used to keep a
bar, a member of the Medical Staff of the United
States of America came in to see the patient.
This venerable surgeon first deposited a large saw,
a hatchet, and two pick-axes on the table, and then
says he :
" How do you find yourself, boy ?"
The mud-lark took a small chew of tobacco with a
melancholy air, and says he :
" I think I've got the guitar in my head, Mr. Saw
bones, and am about to join the angel choir/'
"I see how it is/' says the surgeon, thoughtfully ;
" you think you've got the guitar, when it's only the
drum of your ear that is affected. Well," says the
surgeon, with sudden pleasantness, as he reached after
his saw and one of the pick-axes, " I must amputate
your left leg at once."
The mud-lark curled himself up in bed like a
wounded anaconda, and says he :
" I don't see it in that light."
" Well," says the surgeon, in a sprightly manner,
" then suppose I put a fly-blister on your stomick,
and only amputate your right arm ?"
The surgeon was formerly a blacksmith, my boy,
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and got his diploma by inventing some pills with iron
in them. He proved that the blood of six healthy
men contained enough iron to make six horse-shoes,
and then invented the pills to cure hoarseness. •
The sick chap reflected on what his medical adviser
had said, and then says he :
" Your words convince me that my situation must
be dangerous. I must see some relative before I per
mit myself to be dissected."
" Whom would you wish me to send for ?" says the
surgeon.
" My grandmother, my dear old grandmother," said
the Mud-lark, with much feeling.
The surgeon took me cautiously aside, and says
he:
" My poor patient has a cold in his head, and his
life depends, perhaps, on the gratification of his
wishes. You have heard him ask for his grand
mother,'' says the surgeon, softly, "and as his grand
mother lives too far away to be sent for, we must
practice a little harmless deception. We must send
for Secretary Welles of the Navy Department, and
introduce him as the grandmother. My patient will
never know the difference."
I took the hint, my boy, and went after the Secre
tary ; but the latter was so busy examining a model
of Noah's Ark that he could not be seen. Happily,
however, the patient recovered while the surgeon was
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getting his saw filed, and was well enough last night
to reconnoitre in force.
The Mackerel Brigade being still in quarters before
Yorktown, I am at leisure to stroll about the South
ern Confederacy, my boy ; and on Thursday I paid a
•visit to Cotton Seminary, just beyond Alexandria,
where the Southern intellect is taught to fructify and
expand. This celebrated institution of learning is all
on one floor, with a large chimney and heavy mortgage
upon it, and a number of windows supplied with
ground glass — or, rather, supplied with a certain
openness as regards the ground.
Upon entering this majestic edifice, the master,
Prex Peyton, descended at once from the barrel on
which he was seated, and gave me a true Virginian
welcome :
" Though you may be a Lincoln horde," says he, in
a manorial manner, " the republic of intellect recog
nizes you only as a man. The Southern mind knows
how to recognize a soul apart from its outer circum
stances ; for what say the logicians ? Deus est anima
brutorem! Take a seat on yonder barrel, friend
Hessian, and you shall hear the wisdom of the youth
ful minds. First class in computation stand up/'
As I took a seat, my boy, the first class in compu
tation came to the front ; and it is my private impres
sion, my boy — my private impression — that each
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child's father was the owner of a rag plantation at
some period of his life.
" Boys/' says the master, " how is the table of
Confederate money divided ?"
" Into pounds, shillings, and pence."
" Right. Now, Master Mason, repeat the table."
Master Mason, who was a germ of a first family,
took his fingers out of his mouth, and says he :
" Twenty pounds of Confederate bonds make one
shilling, twenty shillings make one penny, six pennies
one drink."
" That's right, my pretty little cherubs.," says the
master. " Now go and take your seats, and study
your bowie-knife exercises. Class in Geography,
stand up."
The class in geography consisted of one small
Southern Confederacy, my boy, with a taste for
tobacco.
" Master Wise," says the master, confidently, " can
you tell us where Africa is ?"
Master Wise sniffed intelligently, and says he :
" Africa is situated at the corner of Spruce and
Nassau streets, and is bounded on the north by
Greeley, on the south by Slavery, on the east by
Sumncr, and on the west by Lovejoy."
" Very true, my bright little fellow," says the mas
ter ; " now go back to your chawing."
" You see, friend Hessian," says the master, turn-
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ing to me, " how much superior Southerners are, even
as children, to the depraved Yankees. In my teach
ing experience, I have known scholars only six years
old to play poker like old members of the church,
and a pupil of mine euchred me once in ten
minutes/'
I thanked him for his courtesy, and was proceed
ing to the door, when I observed four boys in one
corner, with their mouths so distorted that they
seemed to have subsisted upon a diet of persimmons
all their lives.
" Venerable pundit," says I, in astonishment, "how
came the faces of those offspring so deformed ?"
" 0 !" says the master, complacently, " that class
has been studying Carlyle's works."
I retired from Cotton Seminary, my boy, with a
firm conviction of the utility of popular education,
and a hope that the day might come when a Profes
sorship of Old Sledge would be created in the New
York University.
Yours, for a higher civilization,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XLII.
REVEALING A NEW BLOCKADING IDEA, INTRODUCING A GEOMETRICAL
STEED, AND NARRATING THE WONDERFUL EXPLOITS. OF THE MACK
EREL SHARPSHOOTER AT YORKTOWN.
WASHINGTON, D. C., May 2d, 1862.
SPEAKING of the patriarch of the Navy Depart
ment, my boy, they say that the respected Ancient
has under consideration a new and admirable plan for
making the blockade efficient. The idea is, to furnish
all the naval captains with spectacles made of look
ing-glass, so that when they are asleep, on the quarter
deck, their glasses will reflect the figure of any rebel
craft that may be trying to slip by. • These specta
cles could all be ready in twenty years ; and when
the Secretary told a Congressman of the plan, the
latter thought carefully over the suggestion, "as
dripping with coolness it rose from the Welles," and
says he :
" My dear madam, the idea lacks but one thing —
the looking-glass spectacles ought to be supplied with
a comb and brush, so that the captain could fix him
self up after capturing the pirate. Ah, madam," says
the Congressman, hastily picking up the Jack of
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Clubs, which ho had accidentally pulled out with his
pocket-handkerchief, " you will rank next to Mary,
the mother of Washington, in the affections of future
generations."
The mother of Washington, my boy ! — the MOTHER
of Washington ! — why, the Secretary is already cele
brated as the grandmother of Washington — city.
On the occasion of my last visit to Yorktown, my
boy, I found the Mackerel Brigade so well up in ani
mal spirits that each chap was equal to a pony of
brandy, and capable of capturing any amount of glass
artillery. At the present time, my boy, the brigade
is formed in the shape of a clam-shell, with the right
resting on a beer wagon, and the left on a traveling
free-lunch saloon. I was examining the new battery
of the Orange County Howitzers — whose guns have
such large touch-holes that the chaps keep their
crackers and cheese in them when not in action — and
was also overhearing the remarks of a melancholy
Mackerel concerning what he wished to be done with
his effects in case he should perish with old age be
fore the battle commenced — when I beheld Captain
Villiam Brown, approaching me on the most geo
metrical beast I ever saw — an animal even richer in
sharp corners, my boy, than my own gothic steed,
Pegasus.
" Ha \" says Villiam, hastily swallowing something
that brought tears to his eyes, and taking a bit of
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lemon-peel to clear his voice, " you are admiring my
Arabian courser, and wondering whether it is one of
the three presented to Secretary Seward by the Empe
ror of Egypt."
" You speak truly, my Bayard," says I ; " that
superb piece of horseflesh looks like the original plan
of the city of Boston — there's so many bisecting
angles about him/'
"Ah !" says Villiam, with an agreeable smile, " in
the words of the anthem of childhood —
" ' The angles told mo so.' "
Villiam's idea of angels, my boy, constitutes a
theory of theology in itself.
" What call you the charger ?" says I.
" Euclid," says Villiam, pausing for a moment, to
catch the gurgle of a canteen just reversed. " Ah !"
says Villiam, recovering his presence of mind, " this
here marvel of natural history is a guaranteed 2.40."
" No !" says I.
" Yes," says Villiam, calculatingly. " this superb
animal is a sure 2.40 — he cost me just Two dollars
and Forty cents. But come with me," said Villiam,
proudly, " and see the sharp-shooter contingent I
have just organized to aid in the suppression of this
here unnatural rebellion."
I followed the splendidly-mounted warrior, my boy,
to a spot not far from the nearest point of the enemy's
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lines, where I found a lengthy Western chap polish
ing a rifle with a powerful telescope on the end of it.
He had just been organized, and was preparing to
make some carnage.
" Now then, Ajack/' said Villiam, classically, " let
us see you pick off that Confederacy over there,
which looks like a mere fly at this distance."
The sinewy sharpshooter sprang to his feet, called
a drummer-boy to hold his chew of tobacco, looked
at the rebel gunner through his telescope, shut up the
telescope, took aim with both eyes shut, turned away
his head, and fired !
I must say, my boy, that I at first thought the
Confederacy was not hit at all, inasmuch as he only
scratched one of his legs and squinted along his gun ;
but Villiam soon showed me how exquisitely accu
rate the sharpshooter's aim had been.
" The bullet struck him/' says Villiam, confident
ly, " and would have reached his heart, but for the
Bible given him by his mother when he left home,
which arrested its fatal progress. Let us hope/' says
Villiam, seriously, " that he will henceforth search
the Scriptures, and be a dutiful son."
I felt the tears spring to my eyes, for I once had a
mother myself. I couldn't help it, my boy — I
couldn't help it.
The second shot of the unerring rifleman was
aimed at a hapless contraband, who had been sent
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out to the end of a gun by the enemy, to see that
the ball did not roll out before the gunner had time
to pull the trigger. Crack ! went the deadly weapon
of the sharpshooter, and down went the unhappy
African — to his dinner.
"Ah!" says Villiam, skeptically, "do you think
you hit him, Ajack ?"
" Truelie, stranger," responded the unmoved
marksman, sententiously. " He will die at twenty
minutes past three this afternoon."
Sick of this dreadful slaughter, my boy, I turned
from the spot with Yilliam, and presently overtook
the general of the Mackerel Brigade, who was seated
on a fence by the roadside, trying to knock the cork
out of a bottle with a piece of rock. We saluted,
and went on to the camp.
Shaq)shooters, my boy, are a source of much pain
to hostile gunners, and if one of them should happen
to put a bullet through the head of navigation, it
would certainly cause the tide to fall.
Yours, take-aimiably,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XIIII.
CONCERNING MARTIAL LITERATURE: INTRODUCING- A DIDACTIC POEM
BY THE "ARKANSAW TRACT SOCIETY," AND A BIOGRAPHY OF
GARIBALDI FOR THE SOLDIER.
WASHING-FOX, D. C.,May 7th, 1S62.
SOUTHERN religious literature, my boy, is admir
ably calculated to improve the morals of race-courses,
and render dog-fights the instruments of wholesoine
spiritual culture.
On the person of a high-minded Southern Confed
eracy captured the other day by the Mackerel pickets,
I found a moral work which had been issued by the
Arkansaw Tract Society for the diffusion of religious
thoughts in the camp, and was much improved by
reading it. The pure-minded Arkansaw chap who
got it up, my boy, remarked in pallid print, that
every man " should extract a wholesome moral from
everything whatsomedever," and then went on to say
that there was an excellent moral in the beautiful
Arkansaw nursery tale of
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THE BEWITCHED TARRIER.
Sam Johnson was a cullud man,
Who lived down in Judce;
lie owned a rat tan tarrier
That stood 'bout one foot three;
And the way that critter chawed up rats
Was g-orjus for to see.
One day this dorg was slumberin'
Behind the kitchen stove,
When suddenly a wicked flea —
An ugly little cove —
.Commenced upon his faithful back
With many jumps to rove.
Then up arose that tarrier,
With frenzy in his eye,
And waitin' only long enough
To make a touchin' cry,
Commenced to twist his head around,
Most wonderfully spry.
But all in vain ; his shape was sich,
So awful short and fat —
And though he doubled up hissel£
And strained hisself at that,
His mouth was half an inch away
From where the varmint sat.
The dorg sat up an awful yowl
And twisted like an eel,
Emitting cries of misery
At ev'ry nip he'd feel,
And tumblin' down and jumpin' up,
And turnin' like a wheel.
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But still that most owdacious flea
Kept up a constant chaw
Just where he couldn't be scratched out
By any reach of paw.
But always half an inch beyond
His wictim's snappin' jaw.
Sam Johnson heard the noise, and came
To save his animile ;
But when he see the crittur spin —
A barkin' all the while —
He dreaded hiderfobia,
And then began to rile.
"The pup is mad enough," says he,
And luggin' in his axe,
He gev the wretched tarrier
A pair of awful cracks,
That stretched him out upon the floor,
As dead as carpet-tacks.
MORAL.
Take warnin' by this tarrier,
Now turned to sassidge meat;
And when misfortin's flea shall come
Upon your back to eat, .
Beware, or you may die because
You can't make both ends meet.
The Arkansaw Tract Society put a note at the
bottom of this moral lyric, my boy, stating that the
"wicked flea here mentioned is the same varmint
which is mentioned in Scripture as being so bold ;
' the wicked flea, when no man pursueth but the
righteous, is as bold as a lion/ ':
Speaking of literature, my boy, I am happy to say
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that the members of the Mackerel Brigade have been
inspired to emulate great examples by the biographies
of great soldiers which have been sent to the camp for
their reading by the thoughtful women of America.
For instance, here we have the
LIFE OF GENERAL GARIBALDI.
BY THE NOBLEST RUM 'UN OF THE MALL.
CHAPTER I.
HIS BIRTH.
At that period of the world's history when the Past
immediately preceded the Present, and the Future was
yet to come, there existed in a small town of which
the houses formed a part, a rich but respectable couple.
Owing to a combination of circumstances, their first
son was a boy of the male gender, who inherited the
name of his parents from the moment of his birth,
and who is the subject of our story. When he was
about five hours old, his male parent said to him :
" My boy, do you know me ?"
In an instant the eyes of the child flashed Jersey
lightning, he ceased sucking his little fistesses, his
hair would have stood on end if there had been any
on his head, and he exclaimed in tones of thunder-r-r :
" Viva Liberte et Maccaroni!"
Mr. Garibaldi instantly clasped the little cherubim
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to his stomach, while Mrs. Garibaldi waved the tri-
colored flag above them both, and requested the cham
bermaid to bring her a little more of that same burn
ing-fluid, with plenty of sugar in it.
Thus was Garibaldi ushered into the world ; and
the burning fluid is for sale by all respectable drug
gists and grocers throughout the country, with S. 0. P.
on the wrapper.
CHAPTER II.
HIS EDUCATION.
On arriving at years of indiscretion, our hero began
to display a tendency to " seven-up," Old Sledge, and
other card-inal virtues, calculated to fit him for play
ing his cards right in future years. Just about this
time, too, his parents resolved to send him to school,
and it is as the young scholar we must now regard
him.
Behold him, then, at his tasks, in a red shirt am
putated at the neck, and two yellow patches (the
badge of Sardinia) flaming from the background of
his seat of learning. He readily mastered the Greek
verbs and roots, comprehended liquorice root, studied
geography, etymology, sycorax, and mahogany ; could
decline to conjugate the verb toby, and quickly knew
enough about, algebra to prove that X plus Y, not
being equal to Z, is minus any dinner at noon, and
plus one of the tightest applications of birch that
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ever produced the illusion of a red-hot stove in im
mediate tontact with the human body.
CHAPTER III.
GARIBALDI GOES TO SEA.
Just before the breaking-out of the rebellion at
Rome, the trade in garlic and domestic fleas took a
sudden start, and the Po was crowded with vessels
of all nations — especially the halluci-nations. One
day, young Garibaldi was in the act of stabbing a
ban-el of molasses to the heart with a quill, on Pier
4, P. R. (Po River), when he was descried by the
captain of a fishing-smack, detailed by Government
to watch the motions of the English fleet.
"Boy, ahoy !" says the Captain.
The future liberator of Italy dropped his murder
ous quill, wiped his nose with a pine shaving, and
answered, in trumpet-tones :
" You're another !"
So delighted was the captain with this noble reply,
that he flogged the whole starboard watch at the gun
wales, ordered a preventer backstay on the kedge-an-
chor, leaped ashore to where Garibaldi was standing,
and offered to make him familiar with the seas, and a
second Caesar. Garibaldi replied that he had already
been half-seas over, but would not object to another
cruise. He said he had traveled half-seas over, " on
his face/' and would now travel the other half on a
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vessel. He went. The vessel proved to be a vessel
of wrath, and Garibaldi became so familiar with the
eat-o-nine-tails, that he soon mused upon a plan for
deserting the ship.
CHAPTER IV
HE FIGHTS FOR ROME.
All seas are liable to commotions, hence it is not
strange that the Holy See encountered a storm about
the time that it occurred. For some weeks, certain
pure spirits had been fomenting the small beer of civil
war, and in spite of vaticanation, it broke out at last,
and was a rash proceeding. Garibaldi was sent for
by the Goddess of Liberty to lead the insurrectionary
forces, while the liberty of the goddess was endangered
by the leadership of the commander of the French
troops aiding the Pope. Our hero had but a handful
of patriots on hand and on foot to fight with him ; but
he determined to struggle to the last and perish in the
attempt, even though he should lose his life by it. The
Frenchman had an immense array of tried soldiers on
the qui vive and on horseback ; but Garibaldi was not
dismayed, and kept his courage up to the " sticking"
point by hoping for aid. Alas ! the only aid they re
ceived was lemonade and cannonade — but not a brig
ade. They fought with the French, and were whipped
like blazes. Hinc ilia slacryma !
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CHAPTER V.
GARIBALDI IN AMERICA.
After wandering about Italy as an exile for some
months, the bold patriot came to America and opened
a cigar shop. The writer remembers entering his shop
one day to purchase a genuine meerschaum, and dis
covering, afterwards, that it was made of plaster of
Paris, and smelt— when heated — like ancient sour-
krout flavored with lamp-oil. Garibaldi also sold the
finest Habana cigars ever made on Staten Island,
one brand of which was so strong in its integrity that
it once defeated dishonesty, thus :
One night, while Garibaldi was praying for his be
loved Italy, at the house of a friend, a burglar broke
into his store, with the intention of robbing it. The
scoundrel broke open the till, took out all the city
money (he refused to take anything but current
funds), and then broke open a box of the cigars strong
in their integrity, intending to have a quiet smoke
before he left. Alas ! for him.
When Garibaldi opened the store in the morning,
he found the burglar laying on his back, with a cigar
in his mouth, and too iveak to move! In the attempt
to smoke the cigar, he had drawn his back bone clear
through until it caught on his breast bone, and the
back of his head was just breaking through the roof
of his mouth, when the patriot found him. He was
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taken to the police-office, and discharged by the first
alderman that came along. Such is life !
When the Emperor of France commenced his war
with Austria, Garibaldi suddenly appeared at one of
the elbows of the Mincio, and having passed around
the Great Quadrilateral, headed a select body of Al
pine shepherds, and charged the Austrians more than
they could pay. All the world knows how that war
ended. The emperors of France and Austria signed
a treaty by which each was compelled to go back to
his own country, tell his subjects that it was " all
right/' and set all the wise men of the nation to
discover what he had been righting about. Sardinia
was not asked to give an opinion. About this time
Garibaldi was left out in the cold.
CHAPTER VI.
OUR HERO IN SICILY.
As we look abroad upon the vast nations of the
earth, and remember that if they were all destroyed,
not one of them would be left, the mind involuntarily
conceives an idea, and becomes conscious of the preg
nant fact, that " what is to be will be, as what has
been, was." So when we look upon families, the
thought forces itself upon us that if there were no
births there would be no children : without fathers
there could be no mothers ; and if the entire house
hold should be swept away by disease, they would
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cease to live. So it is also, when we look upon an
individual. Our intellect tells us that if he dies in
infancy he will not live to be a man ; and if he never
does anything, he will surely do nothing.
This metaphysical line of thought is particularly
natural in the case of Garibaldi. Look at him as he
now stands, with one foot on Sicily and the other in
a boot. Had he not been educated, he would have
been uneducated ; had he not gone to sea he would
never have been a sailor ; had he not fought for
Rome, he would have laid down arms in her cause ;
were he not now fighting for Italian independence, he
would be otherwise engaged !
Thus the aspect presented by Garibaldi throughout
his career, leads our thoughts into all the deep mean-
derings of the German mind, and teaches us to per
ceive that " whatever is, is right," as whatever is not,
is wrong.
Enraged at the impotent conclusion of the French-
and-Austrian war, Garibaldi determined to prosecute
hostilities on his own individual curve. In conse
quence of the high price of ferriage on the Mincio, he
moved down toward Palermo, and there called to his
standard all Italians favorable to the immediate
emancipation of Sicily and the removal of ajl duties
on Maccaroni. Immediately the wildest enthusiasm
raged among the friends of freedom. Six patriots
attacked the fortress of Messalina, and were immedi-
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ately placed in prison, with chains around their necks,
and Tapper's poems in their pockets.
By degrees, Garibaldi made ready to capture
Palermo ; he laid in a stock of cannon and woolen
stockings, he harangued his warriors, and told them
the day was theirs if they won it ; he invited all the
reporters to a banquet. Then he went and took
Palermo.
How did he take it ?
I know not ; there are more things in heaven and
earth than arc dreamed of in ordinary philosophy :
all I know is, that he took Palermo.
Having brought my history down to this point, I
deem it proper to pause in my task until the future
shall have revealed what takes place hereafter ; and
the past shall have ceased to interfere so outrageously
with the present, that its limits can only be distin
guished through the bottom of a tumbler. Liberty is
the normal condition of the Italian, and while Gari
baldi leads, the cry will be : "Liberty or death, with
a preference for the former." Already the day-star of
freedom gilds the horizon of beautiful Naples, and if
it should not happen to be proved a comet by some
evil-minded astronomer, Italy may yet be as free as
New York itself, and pay a war-tax of not more than
some millions a year.
This finely-written life of the great Italian patriot
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had such an effect upon the Mackerels, my boy, that
they all wished to live like Garibaldi — hence, they
are in no hurry to die for their country.
Lives of great men all remind us, my boy, that we
may make our lives sublime ; but I never read one
yet, that gave instructions for making our deaths
sublime — to ourselves.
Yours, for continued respiration,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XLIV.
SHOWING HOW THE GREAT BATTLE OF PARIS WAS FOUGHT AND WON
BY THE MACKEREL BRIGADE, AIDED AND ABETTED BY THE IRON-
PLATED FLEET OF COMMODORE HEAD.
WASHINGION, D. C., May 10th, 1862.
I HAVE just returned, my boy, from witnessing one
of the most tremendous battles of modern times, and
shall see star-spangled banners in every sunset for
six months to come.
Hearing that the Southern Confederacy had evacu
ated Yorktown, for the reason that the Last Ditch had
moved on the first of May to a place where there
would be less rent from our cannon, I started early
in the week for the quarters of the valorous and san
guinary Mackerel Brigade, expecting that it had gone
toward Kichmond for life, liberty, and the pursuit of
happiness.
On reaching the Peninsula, however, I learned that
the Mackerel " corpse darnmee" had been left behind
to capture the city of Paris in co-operation with a
squadron.
Reaching the stamping-ground, my boy, I beheld
a .scene at once unique and impressive. Each indi-
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vidual Mackerel was seated on the ground, with a
sheet of paper across his knees and an ink-bottle be
side him, writing like an inspired poet.
I approached Captain Villiam Brown, who was
covering some bare spots on his geometrical steed
Euclid, with pieces scissored out of an old hair-trunk,
and says I :
" Tell me, my noble Hector, what means this
literary scene which mine eyes behold ?"
" Ah !" says Villiam, setting down his glue-pot,
" we are about to engage in a skrimmage from which
not one may come out alive. These heroic beings,"
says Villiam, " are ready to die for their country at
sight, and you now behold them making their wills.
We shall march upon Paris/' says Villiam, "as soon
as I hear from Sergeant O'Pake, who has been sent
to destroy a mill-dam belonging to the Southern
Confederacy. Come with me, my nice little boy,
and look at the squadron to take part in the attack."
This squadron, my boy, consisted of one twenty-
eiglit-inch row-boat, mounting a twelve-inch swivel,
and commanded by Commodore Head, late of the
Canal-boat Service. It is iron-plated after a peculiar
manner. When the ingenious chap who was to iron-
plate it commenced his work, Commodore Head
ordered him to put the plates on the inside of the
boat, instead of outside, as in the case of the Moni
tor and Galena.
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" What do you mean ?" says the contractor.
" Why/7 says the commodore, " ain't them iron
plates intended to protect the crew ?"
" Yes/' says the contractor.
"Well, then, you poor ignorant cuss," says the
commodore, in a great passion, " what do you want
to put the plates on the outside for ? The crew won't
be on the outside — will it ? The crew will be on the
inside — won't it ? And how are you going to pro
tect the crew on the inside by putting iron plates on
the outside ?"
Such reasoning, my boy, was convincing, and the
Mackerel Squadron is plated inside.
While I was contemplating this new triumph of
American naval architecture, and wondering what
they would say about it in Europe, an orderly rode
up and handed a scrap of paper to Villiam.
" Ha !" says Villiam, perusing the message, and
then passing it to me, " the veteran O'Pake has not
deceived the United States of America."
The message was directed to the General of the
Mackerel Brigade, my boy, and read as follows :
" GENERAL : — In accordance with your orders, I
have destroyed the mill d — n. O'PAKE."
" And now," says Villiam, returning his canteen to
his bosom and pulling out his ruffles, " the United
States of America will proceed to capture Paris with
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great slaughter. Let the Brigade form in marching
order, while the fleet proceeds around by water, after
the manner of Lord Nelson/'
The Mackerel Brigade was quickly on the march,
headed by the band, who played an entirely new ver
sion of " Hail Columbia" on his key bugle. Tramp,
tramp, tramp ! and we found ourselves in position
before Paris.
MAP OF THE WOELD, SHOWING THE POSITION OF THE MACKEREL BRIGADE AT
THE GREAT BATTLE OF PARIS.
Paris, my boy^ was a city of two houses previous
to the recent great fire, which destroyed half of it,
and we found it fortified with a strong picket-fence
and counterscarp earthworks, from the top of which
frowned numerous guns of great compass.
The Mackerel Brigade was at once formed in line-
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of-battle-order — the line being not quite as straight
as an ordinary Pennsylvania railroad — while the
fleet menaced the water-front of the city from Duck
Lake.
You may not be able to find Duck Lake on the
maps, my boy, as it is only visible after a heavy
rain.
Previous to the attack, a balloon, containing a
Mackerel chap, and a telescope shaped like a bottle,
was sent up to reconnoitre.
" Well/' says Yilliam to the chap when he came
down, " what is the force of the Confederacy ?"
The chap coughed respectfully, and says he :
"I could only see one Confederacy, which, is an old
woman \"
" Scorpion !" says VilKam, his eyes flashing like
the bottoms of two reversed tumblers, " I believe you
to be an accursed abolitionist. Go instantly to the
rear/' says Yilliam, fiercely, "and read the Keport
of the Yan Wyck Investigating Committee/'
It was a terrible punishment, my boy, but the ex
ample was needed for the good of the service.
The Orange County Howitzers now advanced to
O •/
the front, and poured a terrible fire in the direction
of a point about half way between the nearest steeple
and the meridian, working horrible carnage in a
flock of pigeons that happened to be passing at the
time.
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" Splendid, my glorious Prooshians !" says Vil-
liain, just escaping a fall from his saddle by the con
vulsive start of Euclid, that noble war-horse having
been suddenly roused from a pleasant doze by the
firing — " Splendid, my artillery darlings. Only," says
Villiam, thoughtfully, "as the sun is a friendly
power, don't aim at him so accurately next time."
Meantime, Company 3, Kegiment 5, had advanced
from the right, and were just about to make a spendid
bayonet-charge, by the oblique, over the picket-fence
and earthwork, when the concealed Confederacy sud
denly opened a deadly fire of old shoes, throwing the
Mackerels into great confusion.
Almost simultaneously, a large potato struck the
fleet on Duck Lake on the. nose, so intensely exciting
him that he incontinently touched off his swivel, to
the great detriment of the surrounding country.
This was a critical moment, my boy ; the least
trifle on either side would have turned the scale, and
given the victory to either party. Villiam Brown had
just assumed the attitude in which he desired Frank
Leslie's Illustrated Artist to draw him, when a fami
liar domestic utensil came hissing through the lurid
air from the rebel works, and exploded in two pieces
at his feet.
" Ha !" says Villiam, eyeing the fragments with
great pallor, " they have commenced to throw shell."
In another moment that incomparable officer was
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at the head of a storming party ; and as the fleet
opened fire on the cabbage-patch in the rear of the
enemy's position, an impetuous charge was precipi
tated in front.
Though met by a perfect hail of turnips, stove-
covers, and kindling-wood, the Mackerels went over
the fence like a fourth-proof avalanche, and hemmed
in the rebel garrison with walls of bayonets.
" Surrender to the Union Anaconda and the United
States of America/' thundered Yilliam.
" You're a nasty, dirty creetur," responded the
garrison, who was an old lady of venerable aspect.
" Surrender, or you're a dead man, my F. F.
Venus," says Villiam, majestically.
The old lady replied with a look of scorn, my boy,
walked deliberately toward the road, and when last
seen was proceeding in the direction of Kichmond
under a green silk umbrella and a heavy press of
snuff.
Now it happened, just after we had formally taken
possession of the city, while the band was playing
martial airs, and the fleet winding up his chronome
ter, that the General of the Mackerel Brigade made
his appearance on the field, and was received with
loud cheers by those who believed that he brought
their pay back with him.
" My children," says the general, with a paternal
smile, " don't praise me for an achievement in which
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all have won such imperishable laurels. I have only
done my jooty."
This speech, my boy, made a great impression upon
me on account of its touching modesty. War, my
boy, is calculated to promote an amount of bashful
modesty never equaled except in Congress, and I
have known brigadiers so self-deprecatory that they
lived in a state of perpetual blush — especially at the
ends of their noses.
Yours, inadequately,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
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LETTER XLV.
EXEMPLIFYING THE INCONSISTENCY OP THE CONSERVATIVE ELEMENT,
AND SETTING FORTH THE MEASURES ADOPTED BY CAPTAIN VILLIAM
BROWN IN HIS MILITARY GOVERNMENT OF PARIS.
"WASHINGTON, D. C., May ISth, 1862.
SUFFER me, my boy, to direct your attention to
the Congress of our once distracted country, which is
now shedding a beautiful lustre over the whole nation,
and exciting that fond emotion of admiration which
inclines the human foot to perform a stern duty.
" Congress/' says Captain Samyule Sa-mith, nodding
to the bar-keeper, and designating a particular bottle
with his finger — " Congress/' says he, "is a honor
and a ornament to our bleeding land. The fortunes
of war may fluctuate, the rose may fade ; but Congress
is ever stable. Yes/' says Samyule, in a beautiful
burst of enthusiasm, softly stirring the Oath in his
tumbler with a toothpick, "Congress is stable — in
short, a stable full of mules."
The Conservatives from the Border States, my boy,
look upon the Southern Confederacy as a brother,
whom it is our duty to protect against the accursed
designs of the fiendish Abolitionists, who would make
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this war one of bloodshed. They ignore all party
feeling, support the Constitution as it was, in contra
distinction to what it is, and object to any Confisca
tion measure calculated to irritate our misguided
brothers and sisters in that beautiful land where
The suitor he goes to tho planter so grand,
And " Give me your daughter," says he,
" For each unto other we've plighted our lov
I love her and so she loves me,"
Says he,
" And married we're wishing to be."
The planter was deeply affected indeed,
Such touching devotion to see ;
" The giving I couldn't afford ; but I'll sell
Her for six hundred dollars to thee,"
Says he,
41 Her mother was worth that to me."
Which I quote from a sweet ballad I recently found
among some rebel leave-ings at York town.
These conservative patriots, my boy, remind me of
a chap I once knew in the Sixth Ward. A high moral
chap, my boy, and full of venerable dignity. One
night the virtuous cuss doing business next door to
him, having just got a big insurance on his stock, and
thinking himself safe for a flaming speculation, set fire
to his own premises and then called " Murder " on the
next corner. Out came the whole Fire Department,
only stopping to have jtwo fights and a scrimmage on
the way, and pretty soon the water was pouring all
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over every house in the street except the one on fire.
The high moral chap stuck his head out of the win
dow, and says he :
" This here fire ain't in my house, and I don't want
no noise around this here residence."
Upon this., some of our gallant firemen, who had
just been into a fashionable drinking-shop not more
than two blocks off, to see if any of the sparks had
got in there, called to the chap to let them into his
house, so that they might get at the conflagration
more easily.
"Never !" said the chap, shaking his nightcap con
vulsively ; I didn't set fire to Joneses, and I can't
have no Fire Department running around my
entries."
" See here, old blue-pills," says one of the firemen,
pleasantly, " if you don't let us in, your own crib will
go to blazes in ten minutes."
But the dignified chap only shut down the window
and went to bed again, saying his prayers backwards.
I would not accuse a noble Department of violence,
my boy, but in about three minutes there was a
double back-action machine standing in that chap's
front entry, with three-inch streams out of all the
back windows. The fire was put out with only half
a hose company killed and wounded, and next day
there was a meeting to see what should be clone with
the incendiary when he was caught. The high
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moral chap was at that meeting very early, and
says he :
" Let me advise moderation in this here unhappy
matter. I feel deeply interested," says the chap, with
tears ; " for I assisted to put out the conflagration by
permitting the use of my house by the firemen. I
almost feel," says the genial chap, " like a fellow fire
man myself."
At this crisis, a chap who was assistant engineer,
and also Secretary to the Board of Education, arose,
and says he :
" What are yer coughin' about, old peg-top ?
Didn't me and the fellers have to cave in your door
with a night-key wrench— sa-a-ay ? What are yer
gassin' about, then ? You did a muchness — you
did ! Yes — slightually — in a horn. Now," says the
gallant fireman, with an agreeable smile, "if you
don't jest coil in yer hose and take the sidewalk very
sudden, it'll be my duty, as a member of the Depart
ment, to bust yer eye."
I commend this chaste and rhetorical remark, my
boy, to the attention of Border State Conswervatives.
J ^ <^ — - -
Since the occupation of Paris by the Mackerel
Brigade, affairs there have been administered with
great intellectual ability by Captain Villiam Brown,
who has been appointed Provisional Governor, to
govern the sale of provisions.
The city of Paris, my boy, as I told you lately, is
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laid out in one house at present ; and since the dis
covery, that what were at first supposed to be Dahl-
gren guns by our forces were really a number of old
hats with their rims cut off, laid in a row on top of
the earthworks, the democracy have stopped talking
about the General of the Mackerel Brigade for next
President.
The one house,, however, was a boarding-house ;
and though all the boarders left at the approach
of our troops, it was subsequently discovered that all
of them save one, were good Union men, and were
brutally forced to fly by that one Confederate mis
creant. When Yilliam heard of the fate of these
noble and oppressed patriots, my boy, he suffered a
tear to drop into the tumbler he had just found, and
says he :
"Just Hevings ! can this be so? Ah!" says
Villiam, lifting a bottle near by to see that no rebel
was concealed under it, " I will issue a proclamation
calculated to conciliate the noble Union men of the
sunny South, and bring them back to those protect
ing folds in which, our inedycated forefathers folded
their selves."
Nobody believed it could be done, my boy — nobody
believed it could be done ; but Villiam understood
his species, and issued the following
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PROCLAMATION.
The Union men of the South are hereby informed
that the United States of America has reasserted his-
self, and will shortly open a bar-room in Paris. Also,
cigars and other necessaries of life. By order of
CAPTAIN YILLIAM BROWN, Eskevire.
" There/' says Villiam, " the human intelleck may
do what violence might fail to accomplish. "Ah !"
says Villiam, "moral suasion is more majestik than
an army with banners."
In just half an hour after the above Proclamation
was issued, my boy, the hum of countless approach
ing voices called us to the ramparts. A vast multi
tude was approaching. It was the Union men of the
South, my boy, who had read the manifesto of a
beneficent Government, and were coming back to take
the Oath — with a trifle of sugar in it.
How necessary it is, my boy, that men intrusted
with important commands — generals and governors
responsible for the pacification and welfare of mis
guided provinces — should understand just how and
when to touch that sensitive chord in our common
nature which vibrates responsively when man is in
vited to take something by his fellow-man.
Scarcely had Villiam assumed his office and sup
pressed two reporters, when there were brought before
him a fugitive contraband of the color of old meer-
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schaum, and a planter from the adjacent county, who
claimed the slave.
" It's me — that's Misther Murphy — would be afther
axing your riverence to return the black crayture at
once/' says the planter ; " for its meself that owns
him, and he runn'd away right under me nose and
eyes as soon as me back was turned."
"Ah !" says Yilliam, balancing a tumbler in his
right hand. " Are you a Southerner, Mr. Murphy ?"
" Yaysir," SSLJS Mr. Murphy, " it's that I am, in-
tirely. Be the same token, I was raised and born in
the swate South — the South of Ireland."
" Are you Chivalry ?" says Villiam, thoughtfully.
" Is it Chivalry ! — ah, but it's that I am, and me
father before me, and me childers that's afther me.
If Chivalry was praties I could furnish a dinner to
all the wur-ruld, and have enough left to fade the
pigs."
"Murphy is a French name/' says Villiam, draw
ing a copy of Yattel on International Law from his
pocket and glancing at it, " but I will not dispute
what you say. You must do without your contra
band, however ; for slavery and martial law don't
agree together in the United States of America."
" Mr. Black," says Yilliam, gravely, turning to
the emancipated African, " you have come to the
right shop for freedom. You are from henceforth a
freeman and a brother-in-law. You are now your
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own master," says Villiam, encouragingly, "and no
man has a right to order you about. You are in the
full enjoyment of Heving's best gift — Freedom ! Go
and black my boots."
The moral grandeur of this speech, my boy, so
affected the Southern planter that he at once became
a Union man, took the Oath with the least bit of
water in it, and asked permission to have his own
boots blacked.
I have been deeply touched of late, my boy, by the
reception of a present from the ladies of Alexandria.
It is a beautiful little dog, named Bologna (the
women of America think that Bologna is the goddess
of war, my boy), shaped like a door-mat rolled up,
and elegantly frescoed down the sides in white and
yellow. The note accompanying the gift was all
womanly.
" Accept," it said, " this slight tribute, as an index
of the feelings with which the American women re
gards the noble volunteer. Wear this gift next your
heart when the fierce battle rages ; but, in the mean
time, give him a bone."
Bologna is a pointer, my boy — a Five-Pointer.
A.S a dead poet expresses it, Woman is " Heaven's
noblest, best, and last good gift to man ;" and I as
sure, you, my boy, that she is just the last gift he
cares about. Yours, in bachelordliness,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
14*
LETTER XLVI.
WHEREIN IS SHOWN HOW THE GENERAL OP THE MACKEREL BRIGADE
FOLLOWED AN ILLUSTRIOUS EXAMPLE, AND VETOED A PROCLAMA
TION. ALSO RECORDING A MILITARY EXPERIMENT WITH RELIABLE
CONTRABANDS.
WASHINGTON, D. C., May 20th, 1862.
KEJOICE with me, my boy, that I have got back
my gothic steed, Pegasus, from the Government chap
who borrowed him for a desk. The splendid archi
tectural animal has just enough slant from his back
bone to his hips to make a capital desk, my boy ;
and then his tail is so handy to wipe pens on. In a
moment of thirst he swallowed a bottle of ink, and
some fears were entertained for his life ; but a gross
of steel pens and a ream of blotting paper, immedi
ately administered, caused him to come out all write.
In a gothic sense, my boy, the charger continues to
produce architectural illusions. He was standing on
a hill-side the other day, with his rear-elevation to
ward the spectators, his head up and ears touching at
the top, when a chap, who has been made pious by
frequent conversation with the contrabands, noticed
him afar off, and says he to a soldier, " What church
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is that I behold in the distance, my fellow-worm of
the dust ?" The military veteran looked, and says
he, " It does look like a church ; but it's only a
animated hay-rack belonging to the cavalry."
" I see," says the pious chap, moving on ; " the
beast looks like a church, because he's been accus
tomed to steeple-chases."
I have also much satisfaction in the society of my
dog, Bologna, my boy, who has already become so
attached to me that I believe he would defend me
against any amount of meat. Like the Old Guard
of France, he's always around the bony parts thrown ;
and, like a bon vivant, is much given to whining after
his dinner.
The last time I was at Paris, my boy, this interest
ing animal made a good breakfast off the calves of the
General of the Mackerel Brigade's legs, causing that
great strategetical conmiander to issue enough oaths
for the whole Southern Confederacy.
" Thunder !" says the General, at the conclusion
of his cursory remarks, "I shall have the hydro
phobia and bite somebody. It's my opinion," says
the General, hastily licking a few grains of sugar from
the spoon he was holding at the time, " it's my opin
ion that I shall go rabid as soon as I see water."
" Then you're perfectly safe, my conquering hero,"
says I ; "for when you see water, the Atlantic Ocean
will be principally composed of brandy pale."
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Speaking of Paris, it pains me, my boy, to say,
that Captain Villiam Brown's Proclamation for the
conciliation of southern Union men has been re
pudiated by the General of the Mackerel Brigade.
" Thunder !" says the General, taking a cork from
his pocket in mistake for a watch-key, " it's against
the Constitution to open a bar so far away from
where Congress sits."
And he at once issued the following
" PROCLAMATION.
" Whereas, There appears in the public prints what
presumptuously pretends to be a proclamation of
Captain Villiam Brown, Eskevire, in the words fol
lowing, to wit :
e PROCLAMATION.
c The Union men of the South are hereby informed
that the United States of America has reasserted
hisself, and will shortly open a bar-room in Paris.
Also, cigars and other necessaries of life.
: By order of
' CAPTAIN VILLIAM BROWN, Eskevire/
" And whereas, the same is producing much excite
ment among those members from the Border States
who would prefer that said bar-room should be nearer
Washington, in case of sickness. Therefore, I7 Gen
eral of the Mackerel Brigade, do proclaim and declare
that the Mackerel Brigade cannot stand this sort of
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thing, and that neither Captain Villiam Brown nor
any other commander has been authorized to declare
free lunch, either by implication or otherwise, in any
State : much less in a state of intoxication, of which
there are several.
" To persons in this State, now, I earnestly appeal.
I do not argue : I beseech you to mix your own
liquors. You cannot, if you would, be blind to the
signs of the times, when such opportunity is offered
to see double. I beg of you a calm and immense
consideration of them (signs), ranging, it may be,
above personal liquor establishments. The change
you will receive after purchasing your materials will
come gently as the dues from heaven — not rending
nor wrecking anything. Will you not embrace me ?
May the extensive future not have to lament that you
have neglected to do so.
"Yours, respectfully, the
" GENERAL OF THE MACKEREL BRIGADE/'
[Green seal.]
When Villiam read this conservative proclamation,
my boy, he looked thoughtfully into a recently-occu
pied tumbler for a few moments, and then says he :
" There's some intelleck in that. The general
covers the whole ground. Ah !" says Villiam, pre
paring, in a dreamy manner, to wash out the tumbler
with something from a decanter, " the general so
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completely covers the whole ground sometimes, that
the police departmink is required to clear it."
I believe him., my boy.
The intelligent and reliable contrabands, my boy,
who have come into Paris from time to time, with
valuable news concerning all recent movements not
taking place in the Confederacy, were formed lately
by Villiam, into a military company, called the Sam-
bory Guard, Captain Bob Shorty being deputed to
drill them in the colored-manual of arms. They were
dressed in flaming red breeches and black coats, my
boy, and each chaotic chap looked like a section of
stove-pipe walking about on two radishes.
I attended the first drill, my boy, and found the
oppressed Africans standing in a line about as regular
as so many trees in a maple swamp.
Captain Bob Shorty whipped out his sleepless
sword, straightened it on a log, stepped to the front,
and was just about to give the first order, when,
suddenly, he started, threw up his nose, and stood
paralyzed.
" What's the matter, my blue and gilt ?" says I.
He stood like one in a dream, and says he :
"Tears to me I smell something/'
" Yes," says I ; " 'tis the scent of the roses that
hangs round it still/'
" True/' says Captain Bob Shorty, recovering, "it
does smell like a cent ; and I haven't seen a cent of
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my pay for such a long time, that the novelty of the
odor knocked me. Attention, company !"
Only five of the troops were enough startled by
this sudden order, my boy, to drop their guns, and
only four stooped down to tie their shoes. One very
reliable contraband left the ranks, and says he :
" Mars'r, hadn't Brudder Khett better gub out the
hymn before the service commence ?"
"Order in the ranks !" says Captain Bob Shorty,
with some asperity, "Attention, Company !— Order
Arms !"
The troops did this very well, my boy, the muskets
coming down at intervals of three minutes, bringing
each man's cap with them, and pointing so regularly
toward all points of the compass, that no foe could
possibly approach from any direction without running
on a bayonet.
" Excellent !" says Captain Bob Shorty, with en
thusiasm. " Only, Mr. Khett, you needn't hold your
gun quite so much like a hoe. Carry arms !"
Here Mr. Dana stepped out from the ranks, and
says he :
" Carrie who, mars' r ?"
" Go to the rear," says Captain Bob Shorty, indig
nantly. " Present Arms !"
Tf Present Arms means to stick your bayonet into
the next man's side, my boy, the troops did it very
well.
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" Splendid !" says Captain Bob Shorty. " Shoulder
Arms — Eyes Eight — Double-quick, March ! On to
Kichmond 1"
The troops obeyed the order; my boy, and haven't
been seen since. Perhaps they're going yet, my boy.
Company 3, Kegiment 5, Mackerel Brigade, started
for an advance on Kichmond yesterday, and by a
forced march got within three miles of it. Another
march brought them within five miles of the place ;
and the last despatch stated that they had but ten
miles to go before reaching the rebel capital.
Military travel, my boy, is like the railroad at the
West, where they had to make chalk marks on the
track to see which way the train was going.
Yours, on time,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XLYII.
INTRODUCING A POEM BASED UPON AN IDEA THAT IS IN VIOLET —A
POEM FOR WHICH ONE OF THE WOMEN OP AMERICA IS SOLELY
RESPONSIBLE.
WASHINGTON, D. C., May 24th, 1862.
ONE of the Northern women of America, my boy,
has sent me a note, for the express purpose of express
ing her hatred of the Southern Confederacy. She
says, my boy, that the Confederacy is a miserable
man, only fit for pecuniary dishonesty ; and that
even the gentle William Shakspeare couldn't help
revealing the peculiar failing of the Floydulent sec
tion when he spoke so feelingly of
" The sweet South,
That breathes upon a bank of Violets,
Stealing and giving odor."
A fair hit, my boy — a fair hit ; and sorry should I
be to let the sweet South breathe upon any kind of a
bank in which I had a deposit.
Speaking of violets ; the woman of America sent
one of those pretty flowers in her note ; and, as I
looked upon it, I thought how fit it was to be
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THE SOLDIER'S EPITAPH.
The woodlands caught the airy fire upon their vernal plumes,
And echoed back the waterfall's exultant, trilling laugh,
And through the branches fell the light in slender golden blooms
To write upon the sylvan stream the Naiad's epitaph.
On either side the sleeping vale the mountains swelled away,
Like em'ralds in the mourning ring that circles round the world
And through the flow'r-euamel'd plain the river went astray,
Like scarf of lady silver'd o'er around a standard furled.
The turtle wooed his gentle mate, where thickest hung the boughs,
While round them fell the blossoms plucked by robins' wanton bills ;
And on its wings the zephyr caught the music of his vows,
To waft a strain responsive to the chorus of the hills.
'Twas in a nook beside the stream where grapes in clusters fell,
And twixt the trees the swaying vines were lost in leafy showers,
That fauns and satyrs, tamed to rest beneath the noonday spell,
Gave silent ear and witness to the meeting of the flowers.
The glories of the fields were there in summer's bright array,
The virgins of the temple vast where Noon to Ev'ning nods,
To crown as queen of all the rest whose bosom should display
The signet of a mission blest, the cipher of the gods.
The royal Lily's sceptred cup besought an airy lip,
The Rose's stooping coyness told the bee was at her heart,
While all the other sisters round, with many a dainty dip,
Sought jewels hidden in the grass, and waved its spears apart.
"We seek a queen," the Lily said, "and she shall wear the crown
Who to the Mission of the Blest the fairest right shall prove ;
For unto her, whoe'er she be, has come in sunlight down
The badge of Nature's Royalty, from angel hands above.
" I go to deck the wreath that binds a fair, imperial brow,
Whose whiteness shall not be the less that mine is purer still ;
For though a band of sparkling gems is set upon it now,
'Twill be the fairer that the Church in me beholds her will."
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*' I claim a loyal suitor's touch," the Rose ingenuous said,
"And ho will choose mo when he seeks the bow'r of lady fair,
To match me, with a smile, against her check's betraying red,
And place me, with a kiss, within the shadows of her hair."
And next the proud Camellia spoke : " "Where festal music swells,
And solemn priest, with gown and book, a knot eternal ties,
I go to hold the vail of her who hears her marriage-bells,
And pledges all her life unto the Love that never dies."
The Laurels raised their glowing heads, and into language broke :
" 'Tis ours to honor gallant deeds that awe a crouching world;
We rest upon the warrior's helm when fades the battle's smoke,
And bloom perennial on the shield that back the foeman hurled."
And other sisters of the field, the woodland, and the vale,
Each told the story of her work, and glorified her quest ;
But none of all the noble ones had yet revealed the talo
That taught them from the gods she wore the signet in her breast.
At length the zephyr raised a leaf, the lowliest of the low,
And there, behold a Violet the Spring let careless slip ;
Beyond its season blooming there where newer beauties grow,
Enshrined like an immortal thought that lives beyond the lip.
" \\'e greet thy presence, little one," the graceful Lily said,
And quivered with a silent laugh behind her snowy screen,
" Upraise unto the open sun thy modest little head ;
For here, perchance, in thee at last the Flow'rs have found their
queen."
A tremor shook the timid flower, and soft her answer came :
" 'Tis but a simple duty left to one so small as I ;
And yet I would not yield it up for all the higher famo
Of nodding on a hero's helm, or catching beauty's eye.
" I go to where an humble mound uprises in a field,
To mark the placs of one whose life was lost a land to save ;
Where bannered pomp no birth attests, nor marbled sword nor shield ;
I go to deck," the Violet said, " a simple soldier's grave."
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There fell a hush on all the flowers ; but from a distant grove
Burst forth the anthem of the birds in one grand peal of praise ;
As though the stern old Forest's heart had found its early love,
And all of earth's sublimity was melted in its lays I
Then, as the modest flower upturned her blue eyes to the sun,
There fell a dewdrop on her breast as shaken from a tree ;
The lowliest of the sisterhood the godlike Crown had won;
For hers it was to consecrate Truth's Immortality.
The woodlands caught the airy fire upon their vernal plumes,
And echoed back the waterfall's exultant, trilling laugh ;
And through the branches fell the light in slender golden blooms,
To sanctify the Violet, the Soldier's Epitaph.
I asked the General of the Mackerel Brigade, the
other day, what kind of a flower he thought would
spring above my head when I rested in a soldier's
sepulchre ? and he said "A cahhage !" my boy — he
said " A cabbage !" Yours, inversely,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER XIVIII.
TREATING CHIEFLY OF A TERRIBLE PANIC "WHICH BROKE OUT IN
PARIS, BUT SUBSEQUENTLY PROVED TO BE ONLY A NATURAL EF
FECT OF STRATEGY.
WASHINGTON, D. C., Juno 1st, 1S62.
IT is my belief — my solemn and affecting belief, my
boy, that our once distracted country is destined to
be such a great military power hereafter, that an
American citizen will be distinguishable in any part of
the world by his commission as a brigadier. Even Con
gressmen will answer to the command of " Charge — •
mileage !" and it is stated that sons of guns in every
variety are already being born at the West — sons of
" Pop" guns, my boy.
The last time the General of the Mackerel Brigade
was here, he was so much pleased with the high state
of strategy developed at the War Office, that he
visited all the bar-rooms in Washington, and ordered
the tumblers to be at once illuminated.
"Thunder !" says the general to Colonel Wobert
Wobinson, of the Western Cavalry, as they were
taking measures to prevent any possible mistake by
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seeing the enemy double, " this war is making great
tacticians of the whole nation, and if I wanted my
sons to become Napoleons, I'd put them into the War
Office for a week. My sons ! my sons !" says the
general hysterically, motioning for a little more hot
water, " why are you not here with me in glory, in
stead of remaining home there, like ripe plums on
the parent tree."
"Plums ! plums !" says Colonel Wobinson, thought
fully. " Ah ! I see," says the colonel, pleasantly,
" your sons are damsons."
The general eyed the speaker with much severity
of countenance, my boy, and says he :
" If you have any sons, my friend, they are proba
bly fast young men, and take after their father — at
the approach of the enemy."
The general is rather proud of his sons, my boy,
one of whom wrote the following, whk;h he keeps
pinned against the wall of his room : —
POOR PUSSY.
"We count mankind and keep our census still,
"We count the stars that populate the night;
But who, with all his computation, can
Con catty nations right?
In all the lands, in zones of all degrees,
No spot im-puss-able is known to be;
And sure, the ocean can't ignore the Cat,
Whose capital is C.
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Despise her not; for Nature, in the work
Of making her, remembered human laws,
And gave to Puss strange gifts of human sort;
Before she made her paws:
First, Puss is like a soldier, if you please ;
Or, like a soldier's officer, in truth ;
For every night brings ample proof she is
A fencer from her youth.
A model cosmopolitan is she,
Indifferent to change of place or time;
And, like the hardy sailor of the seas,
Inured to every climb.
Then, like a poet of the noble sort,
"Who spurns the ways of ordinary crews,
She courts the upper-storied attic salt,
And hath her private mews.
In mathematics she eclipses quite
Our best professors of the science hard,
When, by her quadrupedal mode, she shows
Her four feet in a yard.
To try the martial simile once more:
She apes the military drummer-man,
"When, at appropriate hours of day and night,
She makes her ratty plan.
She is a lawyer to the hapless rat,
"Who strives in vain to fly her fee-line paws,
Evading once, but to be caught again
In her redeeming claws.
Then turn not from poor Pussy in disdain,
Whose pride of ancestry may equal thine;
For is she not a blood-descendaut of
The ancient Catty line?
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Speaking of strategy, my boy, you will remember
that Company 3, Regiment 5, Mackerel Brigade,
started for an advance on Richmond last week, and
were within ten miles of that city. Subsequently
they made another forced march of five miles, leaving
only fifteen miles to go ; and on Tuesday, a messen
ger came in from them to Captain Villiam Brown,
with the intelligence that the advance was already
within twenty-five miles of the rebel head-quarters.
" Ha !" says Villiam, "the Confederacy is doomed;
but I must curb the advancing impetuosity of these
devoted beings, or they'll be in Canada in a week. I
think," says Yilliam, calculatingly, " that a retreat
would bring us to the summer residence of the South
ern Confederacy in less time."
Here another messenger came in from the Rich
mond storming party, and, says he :
" The advance on Richmond has failed in conse
quence of the shoes furnished by the United States
of America.''
" Ah !" says Yilliam, hastily setting down a goblet.
" Yes," says the chap, mournfully, " them air shoes
has demoralized Company 3, which is advancing back
to Paris at double-quick. Them shoes," says the
chap, " which was furnished by the sons of Revolu
tionary forefathers by a contractor, at only twenty-
five dollars a pair for the sake of the Union, has caused
a fatal mistake. They got so ragged with being ex-
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posed to the wind, that when Company 3 hastily put
them on for an advance on Richmond, they got the
heels in front and have been going in the wrong direc
tion ever since."
" Where did you leave your comrades ?" says Vil-
liani.
" At Joneses Court House," says the chap.
"Ah !" says Villiam, " is that a healthy place ?"
"No," says the chap, "it's very unhealthy — I was
drunk all the time I was there."
" I see," says Yilliam, with great agitation, " my
brave comrades are in a tight place. Let all the
newspaper correspondents be ordered to leave Paris
at once," says Villiam to his adjutants, " and we'll
take measures for a second uprising of the North."
When it became generally known, my boy, that
Company 3, Regiment 5, Mackerel Brigade, were
falling back across Duck Lake, there was great agita
tion in Government circles, and the general of the
Mackerel Brigade prepared to call out all persons
capable of bearing arms.
" The Constitution is again in danger," says the
general, impulsively, " and we must appeal to the
populace."
"Ah !" says Villiam, " it would also aid our holy
cause to call out the women of America. For the
women of America," says Villiam, advisedly, " are
capable of baring arms to any extent."
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"No !" says the general. " Woman's place in this
war is beside the couch of the sick soldier. Thun
der !" says the general, genially, " it's enough to make
us fonder of our common nature to see the devotion
of women to the invalid volunteer. As I was pass
ing through the hospital just now/' says the general,
feelingly, " I saw a tender, delicate woman acting
the part of a ministering angel to a hero in a hard
ague. She was fanning him, my friend — she was
fanning him."
"Heaven bless her!" says Villiam, with streaming
eyes ; "and may she never be without a stove when
she has a fever. I really believe," says Villiam, glow
ingly, " that if woman found her worst enemy, even,
burning to deatli, she would heap coals of fire upon
his head."
Villiam's idea of heaping coals of fire, my boy, is
as literal as was the translation of Enoch.
On learning of the repulse from Eichmond, all the
Southern Union men of Paris commenced to remem
ber that the rebels are our brethren, and that this
war was wholly brought about by the fiendish aboli
tionists.
"Yes !" says a, patriotic chap from Accomac, sip
ping the oath loyally, " the Abolitionists brought
this here war about, and I have determined not to
support it. Our slaves read the Tribune, and have
learned so much from military articles in that paper
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that the very life of the South depended upon separ
ation/'
In fact, my boy, notwithstanding the efforts of
Captain Villiam Brown to tranquillize public feeling
by seizing the telegraph office and railroad depot,
telegraphing to everybody he knew for. reenforce-
ments, the excitement was steadily increasing, until
word came from Company 3, Regiment 5, Mackerel
Brigade, that no enemy had been in sight at all.
When the intelligence was brought to the General
of the Mackerel Brigade, and as soon as the band
had finished serenading him, he called for a fresh
tumbler, and says he :
" I may as well tell you at once, my children, that
this whole matter is simply a part of my plan for
bringing this unnatural war to a speedy termination.
Company 3 retired by my design, and — and — in fact,
my children/' says the general, confidingly, " it's
something you can't understand — it's strategy."
Perhaps it was, my boy — perhaps it was ; for there
is more than one reason to believe that strategy means
military shoes with the heels in front.
Yours, cautiously,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
, LETTER XLIX.
NOTING THE ARCHITECTURAL EFFECTS OF THE GOTHIC STEED, PEGASUS,
AND DESCRIBING THE MACKEREL BRIGADE'S SANGUINARY ENGAGE
MENT WITH THE RICHMOND REBELS.
WASHINGTON, D. C., June 8th, 1862.
ONCE more, my boy, the summer sun lias evoked
long fields of bristling bayonets from the seed sown
in spring tents, and the thunder of the shower is
echoed by the roar of the scowling cannon. Onward,
right onward, sweeps the Sunset Standard of the
Kepublic, to plant its Hoses and its Lilies on the soil
where Treason has so long been the masked reaper ;
to epitaph with its eternal Violet the honored battle-
graves of the heroic fallen, and to set its sleepless
Stars above the Southern Cross in a new Heaven of
Peace.
In my voyage down the river, to witness the great
battle for Kichniond, I took my frescoed dog, Bologna,
and my gothic steed, Pegasus. The latter- architec
tural animal, my boy, has again occasioned an optical
mistake. Being of a melancholy turn, and partaking
somewhat of the tastes of the horrible and sepulchral
German Mind, the gothic charger has peregrinated
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much in a churchyard near Washington, frequently
standing for hours in that last resting-place, lost in
profound mortuary contemplation, to the great admi
ration of certain vagrant crows in the atmosphere.
On such occasions, my boy, his casual pace is, if pos
sible, rather more rcquiescat in "pace" than on ordi
nary marches. I was going after him in company
with a religious chap from Boston, who is going down
South to see about the contrabands being born again,
when we caught sight of Pegasus, in the distance.
The sagacious architectural stallion had just ascended
the steps leading into the graveyard, my boy, and
presented a gothic and pious appearance. The relig
ious chap clutched my arm, and says he :
" How beautiful it is, my fellow-sinner, to see that
simple village church, resting like the spirit of Peace
in the midst of this scene of war's desolation."
" Why, my dear Saint Paul," says I, " that's my
gothic steed, Pegasus."
"Ahem!" says he. "You must be mistaken,
my poor worm ; for I can see half way down the
aisle."
" The perspective," says I, " is simply the perspec
tive between the hind legs of jthe noble creature, and
his rear elevation deceives you."
" Well," says the religious chap, grievously, " if
you ever want to do anything for the missionary
cause, my poor lost lamb, just skin that horse and
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and let me have his frame for a numble chapel,
wherein to convert contrabands."
EEQUIESCAT IN "PACE."
ARCHITECTURAL VIEW OP THE GOTHIC STEED, PEUASUS — REAR ELEVATION.
On my way down the Potomac to Paris, my boy,
with Pegasus and the intelligent dog Bologna, I met
Commodore Head, of the new iron-plated Mackerel
fleet, who was taking his swivel Columbiad to a
blacksmith, to have the touch-hole repaired. The
Commodore met with a great disappointment at
Washington, my boy. He ordered the great military
painter, Patrick de la Roach, to paint him a portrait
of Secretary Welles, Cabinet size. When the picture
came home, my boy, it was no larger than a twenty-
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five-cent piece, frame and all ; and the portrait was
hardly perceptible to the naked eye.
"Wedge my turret !" says the Commodore, in his
iron-plated manner, " I wouldn't give a Galena for
such a picture as that. What did you make it so
small for, you daubing cuss ?"
" Didn't you want it Cabinet size ?" says the artist.
" Batter my plates ! of course I did," says the
Commodore.
"Well/' says the artist, earnestly, "if you ever
attended a Cabinet meeting, you'd know that that
is exactly the Cabinet size of the Secretary of the
Navy/'
The Commodore related this to me, my boy, in the
interval of naval criticisms on the gothjc Pegasus,
whom he pronounced as incapable of being hit at
right angles by a shell as the Monitor. "Explode my
hundred-pounder !" says the Commodore, admiringly,
" I don't see any flat surface about that oat-crushing
machine. Perforate my armor, if I do !"
A great battle was going on upon the borders of
Duck Lake when we reached Paris, my boy, and on
ambling to the battle-field with my steed and my dog,
I found the Mackerel Brigade blazing away at the foe
in a thunder-storm and vivid-lightning manner.
Captain Villiam Brown, mounted on the geomet
rical steed Euclid, to whom he had administered a
pinch of Macaboy to make him frisky — was just re-
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ceiving the answer of an orderly, whom he htsr sent
to demand the surrender of a rebel mud-work in
front.
"Did you order the rebel to surrender his incen
diary establishment to the United States of Amer
ica ?" says Villiam, majestically returning his canteen
to his bosom.
" I did, sire/' says the Orderly, gloomily.
" What said the unnatural scorpion ?" says Villiam.
"Well," says the Orderly, "his reply was almost
sarcastic."
" Ha !" says Villiam, " what was't ?"
" Why/' says the Orderly, sadly, " he said that if
I didn't want to see a dam fool, I'd better not go into
a store where they sold looking-glasses."
"Ah!" says Villiam, nervously licking a cork;
" that was sarcastic. Let the Orange County How
itzers push to the front/' says Villiam, excitedly,
"and we'll shatter the Southern Confederacy. Hello !"
says Villiam, indignantly, "Who owns that owda-
cious dog there ?"
I looked, my boy, and behold it was my frescoed
canine, Bologna, who was innocently discussing a
bone right in the track of the advancing artillery. I
whistled to him, my boy, and he loafed dreamily
toward me.
The Orange County Howitzers thundered forward,
and then hurled an infernal tempest of shell and can-
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ister into the horizon, taking the roofs off of two
barns, and making twenty-six Confederate old maids
deaf for life. At the same instant, Ajack, the Mack
erel sharpshooter, put a ball from his unerring rifle
through a chicken-house about half a mile distant,
causing a variety of fowl proceedings.
" Ah !" says Yilliam, critically, " the angels will
have to get a new sky, if the artillery practice of the
United States of America keeps on much longer/'
Meantime Company 2, Begiment 5, Mackerel Brig
ade, was engaging the enemy some distance to the
•/
right, under Captain Bob Shorty; and now UK ro
came a dispatch from that gallant officer to Villiam,
thus :
" The Enemy's Multiplication is too much for my
Division. Send me some more Democrats.
" CAPTAIN BOB SHORTY/'
"Ah!" says Yilliam, "the Anatomical Cavalry
and the Western Centaurs are already going to the
rescue. Blue blazes !" says Villiam, cholerically,
" Why don't that blessed dog get out of the way ?"
I looked, my boy, and, behold ! it was my frescoed
canine, Bologna, calmly reasoning with a piece of
army beef, in the very middle of the field. I whistled,
my boy, and the intelligent animal floated toward me
with subdued tail.
The obstruction being removed, the Anatomicals
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and the Centaurs charged gloriously under Colonel
Wobert Wobinson, and would have swept the South
ern Confederacy from the face of the earth, had not
the fiendish rebels put a load of hay right in the
middle of the road. To get the horses past this ob
ject was impossible, for they hadn't seen so much
forage before in a year.
"Ah !" says Villiam, contemplatively, "I'm afraid
cavalry's a failure in this here unnatural contest.
Ha !" says Villiam, replacing the stopper of his can
teen, and quickly looking behind him, " What means
this spectacle which mine eyes observe ?"
A cloud of dust opened near us, and we saw Cap
tain Samyule Sa-mith rushing right into head
quarters, followed by Company 6, having an aged
and very reliable contraband in charge.
"Samyule, Samyule," says Villiam, fiercely, "ex
pound why you leave the field with your force, at this
critical period in the history of the United States of
America ?"
" I'm supporting the Constitution," says Samyule,
breathlessly, "I'm a conservative, and — ." Here
Samyule tumbled over something and fell flat on his
stomach.
" By all that's blue \" says Villiam, frantically,
"why the thunder don't somebody shoot that un
natural dog !"
I looked, my boy, and beheld it was my frescoed
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canine, Bologna, who had run between the legs of
the fallen warrior, with the remains of a captured
Confederate chicken. I whistled, my boy, and the
faithful creature angled towards me with mitigated
ears.
" I'm supporting the Constitution," repeated Sam-
yule, rising to his feet and examining a small, black
bottle to see if anything had spilt, " I'm a conserva
tive, and have left the field to restore this here mis
guided contraband to his owner, which is a inoffensive
rebel. War," says Samyule, convincingly, " does not
affect the Constitution."
"Ah !" says Villiam, "that's very true. Take the
African chasseur to his proper master, and tell him
that the United States does not war against the rights
of man/'
Now it happened, my boy, that the withdrawal of
this force to carry out the Constitution, so weakened
the Advance Guard, that the Southern Confederacy
commenced to gain ground, and Villiam was obliged
to form Company 3, Kegiment 5, in line immediately,
for a charge to the rescue. He got the splendid corps
to leave the distillery where they were quartered, for
a few minutes, and says he :
" There's beings for you, my nice little boy \
Here's veteran centurions for you."
" Yes," says I, admiringly. " I never saw so many
red noses together before, in all my life."
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" All !" says Villiam, dreamily, <{ there's nary red
about them, except their noses. And now/' says
Villiam, " you will see me lead a charge destined to
cover six pages in the future history of our distracted
country/7
" Soldiers of the Potomac !" says Villiam, draw
ing his sword, and hastily sharpening it on the left
profile -of his geometrical steed, "your comrades are
engaging nine hundred and fifty thousand demoralized
and routed rebels, and you are called upon to charge
bayonets. Follow me."
Not a man moved, my boy. Many of them had
families, and more were engaged to be married to
the women of America. They were brave but not
rash.
Yilliarn drew his breath, and says he : " The United
States of America, born on the Fourth of July, 1776,
calls upon you to charge bayonets, Come on, my
brave flowers of manhood !"
Here a fearless chap stepped out of the ranks, and
says he : " In consequence of the heavy dew which
fell this morning, the roads is impassable."
Villiam remained silent, my boy, and drooped his
proud head. Could nothing induce those devoted
patriots to strike for the forlorn hope ? Suddenly, a
glow of inspiration came over his face, he rose in his
saddle like a flash, waved his sword toward the foe,
and shouted —
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" I know you now, my veterans ! The day is hot,
yonder lies our road, and — my peerless Napoleons/'
said Villiam, frenziedly :
"COME AND TAKE A DRINK \"
In an instant I was "blinded with a cloud of dust,
through which came the wild tramp and fierce hurrahs
of Company 3, Regiment 5, Mackerel Brigade. The
appeal to their finer feelings had carried them by
storm, and they charged like the double-extract of a
compound avalanche. I was listening to their cheers
as they drove the demoralized foe before them, when
a political chap came riding post-haste from Paris,
and says he :
" How many voters have fallen ?"
Before I could answer him, my boy, the triumphant
Mackerels came pouring in, just in time to meet the
General of the Mackerel Brigade, who had just rode
up from a village in the rear, with an umbrella over
his head to keep off the sun."
" My children," says the general, kindly, as their
shouts fell upon his ears, " you have sustained me
nobly this day, and we will enjoy the thanks of our
grateful country together. I thank you, my children."
Here the political chap threw up his hat, and says
he : " Hurroar for the Union ! My fellow-beings,"
says the political chap, glowingly, " I announce the
idolized General of the Mackerel Brigade for Presi
dent of the United States in 1865."
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" All !" says Yilliam — he would have said more,
but at that moment his horse's legs became entangled
in something, and both horse and rider went to grass.
I looked, my boy, and behold, it was my frescoed
dog Bologna, who had run against the geometrical
steed of the warrior in pursuit of an army biscuit. I
whistled, my boy, and the docile quadruped shrunk
toward me with criminal aspect.
And so, the unblest cause of treason has received a
decisive blow. The end approaches ; but I can't say
which end, my boy — I can't say which end.
Yours, martially,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER L.
REMARKING UPON A PECULIARITY OP VIRGINIA, AND DESCRIBING
COMMODORE HEAD'S GREAT NAVAL EXPLOIT ON DUCK LAKE, ETC.
"\VASIIINGTOX, D. €., Juno 15th, 1S62.
EARLY in the week I trotted to the other side of
the river on my gothic steed Pegasus, and having lent
that architectural pride of the stud to a thoughtful
individual, who wished to make a sketch of his facade,
I took a branch railroad for a circuitous passage to
Paris, intending to make one stoppage on the way.
The locomotive was about two-saucepan power, my
boy, and wheezed like a New York Alderman at a
free lunch. First we stopped at a town composed of
one house, and that was a depot.
"What place is this ?" says I to my fellow pas
senger, who was the conductor, and was reading the
Tribune, and was swearing to himself. "It's Mul
ligan's Court-House, the Capital of Sally Ann
County," says he, and again took out the bill I had
paid my fare with to see if it was good.
I took another branch road here, and we snailed
along to another town, composed of a wood-pile.
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" What place is this ?" says I to my fellow-traveller,
the brakeman. " It's Abednego Junction, the capi
tal of Laura Matilda County/' says he, sounding my
quarter on his seal ring to make sure that it was
genuine. Now, as London, the city I was going to,
happened to the capital of Anna Maria County, my
boy, I made up my mind that the sacred soil had as
many metropolises as railways.
" Virginia," says a modern Southern giant of intel
lect, "is one grand embodied poem."
I believe him, my boy ; for, like a poem, Virginia
appears to have a capital at the commencement of
every line.
Beaching London, and brushing past a crowd of
our true friends the contrabands, whose cries of
anguish upon hearing that I had brought them no
plum-pudding, were truly harrowing, I pushed for
ward to the new Union paper, the London Times,
with whose editor I had business.
Just as I entered the office, my boy, there rushed
out in great rage an exasperated southern Union
man. Having no gun about the house to pick off
our pickets as they came into town, he borrowed a
barber's pole and stuck it out of the window, pro
claimed himself an oppressed Unionist, had a meet
ing of his family to elect him to the United States
Congress from Anna Maria County, and made a
thrilling Union address to two contrabands from his
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back-stoop. He wound up this great speech, my boy,
by saying :
" Young men, it is your duty to fight for the Union,
which has caused us all so many tears. If any young
man's wife would fain dissuade him, let him say to
her, in the language of the poet,
" ' I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not Honor more I' "
This touching peroration was sent in manuscript
to the London Times, and this is the way it appeared
in that intellectual American journal :
" Young hen, it is your duty to fight for the Onion,
which has caused us all so many tears. If any young
man's wife would fain dissuade him, let him say to
her, in the language of the poet :
" ' I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not Hannah More.' "
When the southern Union man read this twistifi-
cation, he put his paper where his wife couldn't see
it (she being a very jealous woman), and went out to
cowhide the editor. He cowhided him, by frantically
placing the cowhide in the editor's hands, and then
running his back repeatedly against the weapon. Ty
pographical eiTors have a unique effect in reports
of killed and wounded, my boy ; but they knock the
Promethean blaze out of eloquence.
Having transacted my business with the editor, and
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read a dispatch, just received from a Gentleman of
Eminence, stating that Beauregard, who was at Oko-
lonna, had a force of 120,000 men ; but that Halleck
would probably succeeed in putting the entire 80,000
to flight before Beauregard could return from Kich-
mond ; though it was currently reported that the
rebels were sixty thousand strong, and General Pope
must be expeditious if he wanted to capture the whole
10,000 before General Beauregard got back from the
Shenandoah valley ; I turned to the editor, and
says I :
" How does newspaper business pay now, my gifted
Censor ?"
He sighed, as he shoved a demijohn further under
his desk, and says he :
" There's only one newspaper in the world that pays
now, sonny :
" What's that ?" says I.
" The Paris Pays," says he.
I left him immediately, my boy. Ordinary de
pravity don't affect me, for I have known several
Congressmen in my time ; but I can't stand abnor
mal iniquity.
Arriving at Paris I found that a recent shower had
made Duck Lake navigable, and Commodore Head
was preparing his fleet to attack a secession squadron,
which- some covert rebel had built during the night
for the purpose of annoying the Mackerels in Paris.
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" Batter my plates !" says the commodore, clioler-
ically, " I could capture that poor cuss easily, if I
only had a proper pilot."
As Duck Lake is only about four yards wide at a
freshet, my boy, your ignorance may suggest no suffi
cient reason for a pilot in such a case ; but you are
no martial manner, my boy.
Luckily the man for the place was at hand. On
Wednesday, a glossy contraband, in a three-story
shirt-collar, and looking like a fountain of black ink
with a strong wind blowing against it, came into Paris,
and surrendered* to Captain Yilliam Brown.
" Ha !" says Yilliam, replacing the newspaper that
had just blown off from two lemons and a wicker flask
on the table, " what says our cousin Africa ?"
" Mars'r Vandal," says the faithful black, earnestly,
" I hab important news to combobicate. I knows all
de secrets of de rebel Scratchetary of the Navy. True
as you lib, Mars'r Vandal, so help me gad, I'se de
coachman of de pirate Sumter."
"Ah !" says Villiam, cautiously, " tell me, blessed
shade, what has a coachman got to drive on board a
vessel ?"
The true-hearted contraband modestly eyed a won
der of the insect kingdom which he had just removed
from his hair, and says he :
" I drove de ingine, mars'r."
That was enough, my boy. Having learned from
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this intelligent creature what the rebel Secretary was
going to have for dinner next Sunday, and what the
Secretary's wife said in her letter to her mother,
Villiam ordered him to act as pilot on the Mackerel
Fleet.
And now let me draw a long breath before I at
tempt to describe that terrific and sanguinary naval
engagement, which proved conclusively what Europe
may expect, if Europe bother us with any more bigodd
nonsense.
Having ballasted with mortar, my boy, to seem
more naval, the unblushing commodore mounted his
swivel-gun at the bow of the Mackerel Fleet, and
selected for his gunner and crew a middle-aged Mack
erel chap, whose great fondness for fresh fish made
him invaluable for ocean service.
" Crack my turret !" says the commodore, as the
Fleet pushed off amid the cheers of Company 4,
Kegiment 1, Mackerel Brigade ; " I'll take that craft
by compound fracture. Belay the starboard ram
there, you salamander, and take a reef in the grating.
Up with the signal — two strips of pig iron rampant,
with a sheet of tin in the middle/'
All this was splendidly performed by the crew, my
boy, who trimmed the rudder, did the rowing, and
tended the gun— all at once. The craft fairly flew
through the water in the direction of the rebel craft,
whose horse-pistol amidship still remained silent.
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It was an awfully terrific and sublime sight, my
boy. I shall never forget it, my boy, if I live till I
perish.
The faithful colored pilot sat in the stern of the
Fleet, examining some silver spoons which he had
found somewhere in the Southern Confederacy, and
we could see the noble old commodore mixing some
thing that steamed in the fore-sheets.
Two seconds had now passed since our flotilla had
started, and the hostile squadrons were rubbing against
each other. We were expecting to see our navy go
through some intricate manoeuvre before boarding,
when the Mackerel crew accidentally dropped a spark
from his pipe on the touch-hole of the swivel ; and
bang ! went that horrid engine of destruction, send
ing some pounds of old nails right square into the
city of Paris.
Simultaneously, four-and- twenty foreign Consuls
residing near Paris got up a memorial to Commodore
Head, protesting against any more firing while any
foreigners remained in the country, and declaring
that the use of gunpowder was an outrage on civil
ized warfare and the rights of man. They tied a
stone to this significant document and threw it to
Commodore Head, who instantly put the Mackerel
crew on half rations and forbid smoking abaft the
big gun.
Meanwhile the enemy had wounded our brave pilot
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on the shins with his oar, and exploded his horse-
pistol in an undecided direction, with such dreadful
concussion that every glass in Commodore Head's
spectacles was broken.
It was at this dreadful crisis of the fight that the
gay Mackerel crew leaned over the side of our fleet,
placed one hand on the inside of the enemy's squad
ron, and with the other, regardless of the shower of
old-bottles and fish-bones flying about him, deliber
ately bored a small hole, with a gimlet, through the
bottom of the adversary. At about the same moment
the commodore touched off the swivel-gun at the
enemy's rudder, and threw one of his boots against
the rear stomach of the rebel captain.
This sickening carnage might have lasted five min
utes longer, had not the Confederate squadron sunk
in consequence of the gimlet-hole. Down went the
doomed craft of unblest treason, and in another
moment the officer and crew of her were in the water,
which reached nearly to their knees, imploring our
fleet not to let them drown.
Oh, that sight ! the thrilling yet terrifying and
agonizing grandeur of that dreadful moment ! shall
I ever forget it — ever cease to hear those cries ring
ing in mine ears ? I'm afraid not, my boy — I'm
afraid not.
The Commodore rescued the sufferers from a wa
tery grave ; and having been privately informed by
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them that the South might be conquered, but never
overcome, brought them ashore by the collars.
Need I describe how our noble old nautical sea-dog
was received by the Mackerel Brigade ? need I tell
how the band whipped out his key-bugle and played
all the triumphant airs of our distracted country, and
several original cavatinas ?
But, alas ! my boy, this iron-plate business is tak
ing all the romance out of the navy. How different
is the modern from
THE ANCIENT CAPTAIN.
The smiles of an evening were shed on the sea,
And its wave-lips laughed through their boardings of foam ;
And the eyes of an evening were mirrored beneath
The shroud of the ship and her home.
And as Time knows an end, so that sea knew a shore,
Afar in a beautiful, tropical clime,
Where Love with the Lifo of each being is blent,
In a soft, psychological Rhyme.
Oh, grand was the shore, when deserted and still
It breasted the silver-mailed hosts of the Deep !
And like the last bulwark of Nature it seemed,
'Twixt Death and an Innocent's sleep.
But grander it was to the eyes of a knight,
"When clad in his armor he stood on the sands,
And held to his bosom its essence of Life —
An heiress of titles and lands.
Ah} fondly he gazed on the face of the maid I
And blush-spoken fondness replied to his look ;
"While heart answered heart with a feverish beat,
And hand pressed the hand that it took.
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" Fair lady of mine," said the knight, stooping low,
" Before I depart for the banquet of Death,
I crave a new draught from tho fountain of Life,
Whose waters are all in thy breath.
" The breast that is filled with thine image alone,
May safely defy the dread tempest of steel ;
For while ail its thoughts are of love and of thee,
What peril of Self can it feel?"
He paused ; and the silence that followed his words,
Was spread like a Hope, 'twixt a Dream and a Truth ;
And in it, his fancy created a world
Wrought out of the dreams of his youth.
Then shadows crept over the beautiful face
Turned up to the sky in the pale streaming light,
As shadows sweep over the orient pearl,
Far down in the river at night.
"You're going," she said, " whore the fleets are in leash,
Where plumed is a knight for each wave of the sea;
Yet all the wide Ocean shall have but One wave,
One ship and One sailor for me 1"
He left her, as leaveth tho god of a dream
The portals that close with a heavier sleep ;
And then, as he sprang to the shallop in wait,
The rowers pushed off in the Deep.
When a captain leaves his lady-fair nowadays, my
boy, he's not an economical man if he don't destroy
his life-insurance policy, and defer making his will.
Yours, navally,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTER II.
GIVING DUE PROMINENCE ONCE MORE TO THE CONSERVATIVE ELE
MENT, NOTING A CAT-AND-DOG AFFAIR, AND REPORTING CAPTAIN
BOB SHORTY'S FORAGING EXPEDITION.
WASHINGTON, D. C., June 23d, 1862.
NOT wishing to expire prematurely of inanity, my
boy, I started again last Sunday for Paris, where I
took up my quarters with a dignified conservative
chap from the Border States, who came on for the
express purpose of informing the Executive that
Kentucky is determined this war shall be carried on
without detriment to the material interests of the
South, otherwise Kentucky will not be answerable
for herself. Kentucky has married into the South,
and has relations there which she refuses to sacrifice.
What does the Constitution say about Kentucky ?
Why, it don't say anything about her. " Which is
clear proof," says the conservative chap, violently,
" that Kentucky is expected to take care of herself.
Kentucky/' says he, buttoning his vest over the
handle of his bowie-knife. " Kentucky will stand no
nonsense whatsomever.''
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I have much, respect for Kentucky, my boy ; they
play a good hand of Old Sledge there, and train up a
child in the way he should go fifty better ; but Ken
tucky reminds me of a chap I once knew in the Sixth
Ward. This chap hired a room with another chap,
and the two were engaged in the dollar-jewelry
business. Their stock in trade was more numerous
than valuable, my boy, and a man couldn't steal it
without suffering a most painful swindle ; but the
two dilapidates were all the time afraid of thieves ;
and at last, when a gentleman of suspicious aspect
moved into the lower part of the house, and flavored
his familiar conversation with such terms as " swag,"
"kinchin," and "coppers," the second chap insisted
upon buying a watch-dog. The first chap said he
didn't like dogs, but if his partner thought they'd
better have one, he would not object to his buying
it. The second chap bought a sausagacious animal
in white and yellow, my boy — an animal covered
with bark that pealed off in large pieces all night
long. The first chap found he couldn't sleep much,
and says he :
"If you don't kill that ere stentorian beast we'll
have to dissolve pardnership."
His partner took a thoughtful chew of tobacco, and
says he :
" That intelligent dorg is a defending of your prop
erty as well as mine, and if we put up with his strains
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a little while longer, the chap clown stairs will under
stand the hint and make friends/'
With that the first chap flamed up, and says he :
" I sold a breast-pin to the chap down stairs the
other day, and found out that he considers the dollar-
jewelry business the same by nature as his own. I'm
beginning to think we misjudged him, and I can't
have no dog kept here to worry him. Our lease of
these here premises don't say anything about keeping
a dog," says the chap, reflectively, " nor our articles
of pardnership, and I refuse to sanction the dog any
longer."
So the dog was sent to the pound, my boy, and
that same night the burglarious gentleman down
stairs walked off with the dollar-jewelry, in company
with the first chap, leaving the poor second chap to
make himself uselessly disagreeable at the police-office,
and set up an apple-stand for support.
Far be it from me, my boy, to say that certain
Border States are like the first chap ; but if Uncle
Sam should happen to be the second chap let him
hold on to the watch-dog.
Speaking of dogs, I must tell you about a felis-itous
canine incident that occurred while I was at Paris.
Early one morning, the Kentucky chap and I were
awakened by a great noise in the hall outside our
door. Presently an aged and reliable contraband
stuck his head into the room, and says hr* :
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"I golly, mars'r, dar's a big fight goin' on in dis
yar place/'
At the word, my boy, we both sprang up and went
to the door, from whence we beheld one of those oc
currences but too common in this dreadful war of
brother against brother.
Face to face in the hall stood my frescoed dog,
Bologna, and the regimental cat Lord Mortimer, eye
ing each other with looks of deadly hatred and em
bittered animosity. High in air curved the back of
the enraged Mortimer, and his whiskers worked with
intense wrath ; whilst the eloquent tail of the infu
riated Bologna shot into the atmosphere like a living
flag-staff.
"Oh-h-li ! How-now ?" ejaculated Bologna, throw
ing out his nose to reconnoitre the enemy's first line.
" 'Sdeath. ! — 'Sdeath !" hastily retorted Mortimer,
skirmishing along in his first parallel with spasmodic
clawing.
And now, my boy, commenced a series of scientific
manoeuvres that only Russell, of the London Times,
could describe properly. Lord Mortimer advanced
circularly to the attack in four columns, affrighting
the air with horrid yells of defiance ; and I noticed,
with a feeling of mysterious awe, that his eyes had
turned a dreadful and livid green, whilst an expres
sion of inexpressible bitterness overspread his coun
tenance.
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Fathoming the enemy's plan at a glance, Bologna
presented his front and rear divisions alternately, to
distract the fire of the foe ; and then, by a rapid and
skillful flank movement, cut off a portion of Lord
Mortimer's tail from the main body.
This reminded me of General Mitchell's tactics,
my boy.
Here the conservative Kentucky chap wanted to
stop the fight. Says he :
" Mortimer will be forever alienated if he loses any
more of his tail. I protest against the dog's teeth,"
says he ; " for they'll render future reconciliation be
tween the two impossible. Let him use his paws
alone," says the conservative chap, reasoningly, " and
he won't injure Mortimer's constitution so much.
" You're too late with your talk about conciliation,
my noble Cicero/' says I. " It's the cat's nature to
show affection for his young ones, even, by licking
them, and Mortimer will never be convinced that Bo
logna cares for him until he has been soundly licked
by him."
"Ah— well," says the Kentucky chap, vaguely,
" let hostilities proceed."
Finding that the enemy had cut off a portion of
his train in the rear, Mortimer quickly massed his
four columns and precipitated them upon the head
of Bologna's two front divisions, succeeding in de-
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stroying a bark half launched, and driving him back
four feet.
" Hurroar for Mortimer !" says the Kentucky
chap ; and then he burst into the Conservative Vir
ginia National Anthem :
" John Smith's body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
'Twas him that Pocahontas risked her father's wrath to save ;
And unto old Virginia certain Chivalry she gave,
That still go scalping on !"
"Calm your exultation, my impulsive Catiline/'
says I, " and behold the triumph of Bologna.'''
Undaunted by the last claws of the foe's argument,
my boy, the frescoed dog hurled back the torrent of
invasion, and, with a howl of triumph, charged head
long upon Mortimer's works, routing the foe, who
retreated under cover of a cloud of fur.
I looked at the conservative Kentucky chap, my
boy, and I could see by his expression that it would
be useless for me to ask of him a contribution toward
rewarding Bologna with a star-spangled kennel. He
still felt neutral, my boy
I had intended to remain in Paris all the week ;
but on receiving a telegraphic dispatch from the Gen
eral of the Mackerel Brigade to attend a Strawberry
Festival he was about to give in this city, I hastened
hither. For I am very fond of the gay and festive
strawberry, my boy, on account of its resemblance to
one of the hues in our distracted' banner.
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The Strawberry Festival was given in an upper
room at AVillard's, and the arrangement of the fruit
would have provoked an appetite in a marble statue.
At short intervals around the table were strawberries
in fours, supported by pedestals of broken ice, which
was kept in position by a fluid of pleasing color, and
walled in by a circular edging of thin glass. Strips
of lemon and oranges garnished the rich fruit, and
from their midst sprang up a dainty mint plant, and
a graceful hollow straw.
When the festival was in full operation, my boy,
the General of the Mackerel Brigade arose to his
feet, and waved his straw for silence. Says he :
" My children, though this strawberry festival is
ostensibly for the purpose of encouraging fruit cul
ture by the United States of America, it has yet a
deeper purpose. The democratic party/' says the
general, paternally, " is about to be born again, and
it is time to make preparation for the next Presiden
tial election in 1865. I must go to Albany and
Syracuse, and see the State Conventions ; after which
I must attend to the re-organization of the party in
New York city. Then I go to Pennsylvania to do
stump duty for a year ; and from thence, to — "
Here a serious chap, who had taken rather too
much Strawberry Festival, looked up, and says he :
" But how about the war all that time ?"
" The war !— the war I" says the general, thought-
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fully. " Thunder !" says the general, with such a
start that he spilt some of his Festival, " I'd really
forgotten all about the war !"
" Hum !" says the serious chap, gloomily, " you're
worth millions to a suffering country — you are."
"Flatterer!" says the general blandly.
" Yes," says the chap, " you're worth millions — •
with a hundred per cent off for cash."
In vino ver-itas is a sage old saying, my boyj and I
take it to be a free translation of the Scripture phrase,
" In spirit and in truth."
Our brigadiers are so frequently absent-minded
themselves, my boy, that they are not particularly
absent-minded by the rest of the army.
Upon quitting the Strawberry Festival I returned
post-haste again to Paris, where I arrived just in time
to start with Captain Bob Shorty and a company from
the Conic Section of the Mackerel Brigade on a forag
ing expedition. We went to look up a few straw-
beds for the feeding of the Anatomical Cavalry horses,
my boy, and the conservative Kentucky chap went
along to see that we did not violate the Constitution
nor the rights of man.
" It's my opinion, comrade," says Captain Bob
Shorty, as we started out — " it's my opinion, my
Union ranger, that this here unnatural war is getting
worked down to a very fine point, when we can't go
out for an armful of forage without taking the Con-
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stitution along on an ass. I think/' says Captain
Bob Shorty, " that the Constitution is as much out
of place here as a set of fancy harness would be in
a drove of wild buffaloes/'
Can such be the case, my boy — can such be the
case ? Then did our [Revolutionary forefathers live
in vain.
Having moved along in gorgeous cavalcade until
about noon, we stopped at the house of a First Fam
ily of Virginia who were just going to dinner. Cap
tain Bob Shorty ordered the Mackerels to stack arms
and draw canteens in the front-door yard, and then
we entered the domicil and saluted the domestic
mass-meeting in the dining-room.
" We come, sir," says Bob, addressing the vener
able and high-minded Chivalry at the head of the
table, " to ask you if you have any old straw-beds
that you don't want, that could be used for the cav
alry of the United States of America."
The Chivalry only paused long enough to throw a
couple of pie-plates at us, and then says he :
" Are you accursed abolitionists ?"
The conservative Kentucky chap stepped hastily
forward, and says he :
No, my dear sir, we are the conservative ele
ment."
The Chivalry's venerable wife, who was a female
Southern Confederacy, leaned back a little in her
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chair, so that her little son could see to throw a tea
cup at me, and says she :
" You ain't Tribune reporters — be you ?"
" We were all noes and no ayes. Quite a feature
in social intercourse, my boy.
The aged Chivalry caused three fresh chairs to be
placed at the table, and having failed to discharge
the fowling-piece which he had pointed at Captain
Bob Shorty, by reason of dampness in the cap, he
waved us to seats, and says he :
" Sit down, poor hirelings of a gorilla despot, and
learn what it is to taste the hospitality of a Southern
gentleman. You are Lincoln hordes," says the Chiv
alry, shaking his white locks, " and have come to
butcher the Southern Confederacy ; but the Southern
gentleman knows how to be courteous, even to a van
dal foe."
Here the Chivalry switched out a cane which he
had concealed behind him, and made a blow at Cap
tain Bob Shorty.
" See here," says Bob, indignantly, " I'll be—"
" Hush !" says the conservative Kentucky chap,
agitatedly, " don't irritate the old patriarch, or
future amicable reconstruction of the Union will be
out of the question. He is naturally a little pro
voked just now," says the Kentucky chap, sooth
ingly, "but we must show him that we are his
friends."
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We all sat down in peace at the hospital board,
my boy, only a few sweet potatoes and corn-cobs
being thrown by the children, and found the fare to
be in keeping with the situation of our distracted
country — I may say, war-fare.
" In consequence of the blockade of the Washing
ton Ape," says the Chivalry, pleasantly, "we only
have one course, you see ; but even these last-year's
sweet potatoes must" be luxuries to mercenary mud
sills accustomed to husks/'
I had just reached out my plate, to be helped, my
boy, when there came a great noise from the Mack
erels in the front door-yard.
" What's that ?" says Captain Bob Shorty.
" 0, nothing," says the female Confederacy, taking
another bite of hoe-cake, " I've only told one of the
servants to throw some hot water on your reptile
hirelings."
As Captain Bob Shorty turned to thank her for
her explanation, and while his plate was extended, to
be helped, the aged Chivalry fired a pistol at him
across the table, the ball just grazing his head and
entering the wall behind him.
" By all that's blue," says Captain Bob Shorty,
excitedly, " now I'll be—"
" Be calm— now, be calm," says the conservative
Kentucky chap, hastily, " don't I tell you that it's
only natural for the good old soul to be a little pro-
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voked ? If you go to irritate him, we can never live
together as brethren again/'
Matters being thus rendered pleasant, my boy, we
quickly finished the simple meal ; and as Captain
Bob Shorty warded off the carving-knife just thrown
at him by the Chivalry's little son, he turned to the
female Confederacy, and says he :
" Many thanks for your kind hospitality ; and
now about that straw bed ?"
The Virginia matron threw the vinegar-cruet at
him, and says she :
" My servants have already given one to your scor
pions, you nasty Yankee."
" Of course/' says the venerable Chivalry, just
missing a blow at me with a bowie-knife, " of course,
your despicable Government will pay me for my
property !"
" Pay you !" says Captain Bob Shorty, hotly,
" now I'll be—"
" Certainly it will, my friend," broke in the con
servative Kentucky chap, eagerly, " the Union troops
come here as your friends ; for they make war on
none but traitors."
As we left the domicil, my boy, brushing from our
coats the slops that had just been thrown upon us
from an upper window, I saw the Chivalry's children
training a fowling-piecs from the roof, and hoisting
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the flag of the Southern Confederacy on one of the
chimneys.
And will it be possible to regain the love of these
noble people again, my boy, if we treat them consti
tutionally ? We shall see, my boy, we shall see.
Yours, for further national abasement,
ORPHEUS C. KERR.
LETTEE LIL
DESCRIBING, AMONG OTHER THINGS, A SPECIALITY OF CONGRESS, A
VENERABLE POPULAR IDOL, AND THE DIFFICULTIES EXPERIENCED
BY CAPTAIN . SAMYULE SA-MITH IN DYING.
"WASHINGTON, D. C., June 25th, 1862.
How beautiful is Old Age, ray boy, when it neither
drinks nor swears. There is an oily and beneficent
dignity about fat Old Age which overwhelms us with
a sense of our crime in being guilty of youth. I
have at last been introduced to the Venerable Gam
mon, who is all the time saying things ; and he is a
luscious example of overpowering Old Age. He is
fat and gliding, my boy, with a face that looks like a
full moon coming out of a sheepskin, and a dress
indicating that he may be anything from a Revolu
tionary Forefather to the patriarch of all the Grace
Church sextons. I can't find . out that he ever did
anything, my boy, and no one can tell why it is that
he should treat everybody in offi.ce and out of it in
such a fatherly and fatly condescending manner ;
but the people fairly idolize him, my boy, and he is
all the time saying things.
When I was introduced to the Venerable Gammon
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he was beaming benignantly on a throng of adoring
statesmen in the lobby of Congress, and I soon dis
covered that he was saying things.
"Men tell us that this war has only just com
menced/' says the Venerable Gammon with fat pro
fundity, " but they are wrong. War is like a stick,
which has two ends — the end nearest you being the
BEGINNING."
Then each statesman wanted the Venerable Gam
mon to use his pocket-handkerchief ; and five-and-
twenty desperate reporters tore passionately away to
the telegraph office to flash far and wide the comfort
ing remarks of the Venerable Gammon.
Are we a race of unsuspecting innocents, my boy,
and are we easily imposed upon by shirt-ruffles and
oily magnitude of manner ? I believe so, my boy — I
believe so.
Speaking of Congress ; I attended one of its sittings
the other day, my boy, and was deeply edified to ob
serve its manner of legislating for our happy but dis
tracted country.
The " Honorable Speaker" (ne Grow) occupied the
Chair.
Mr. PODGERS (republican, Mass.) desired to know
if the tax upon Young Hyson is not to be moderated?
Speaking for his constituents he would say that the
present rate was entirely too high to suit any grocer —
Mr. STAGGERS (conservative, Border State) wished
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to know whether this body intended to legislate for
white men or niggers ? His friend, the pusillanimous
scoundrel from Massachusetts, chose to oppose the tax
on Young Hyson because — to use his own words — it
would not " suit a negro, sir — "
Mr. PODGEES thought his friend from the Border
State was too hasty. The phrase he used was "any
grocer."
Mr. STAGGERS withdrew his previous remark. We
were fighting this war to secure the Constitution and
the pursuit of happiness to the misguided South, and
he accepted his friend's apology.
Mr. FIGGINS (democrat, New Jersey) said that he
could not but notice that everything all the Honor
able gentlemen had said during this session was a
fatal heresy, destructive of all Government, degrading
to the species, and an insult to the common sense of
his (Figgins') constituents. His constituents de
manded that Congress should set the country at
rights before Europe. It would appear that at the
least imperious sign from Europe, the American knee
grows —
Mr. JUGGLES (con., Border State) desired to inquire
of the House whether the great struggle in which we
are now engaged is for the benefit of the Caucasian
race or the debased African ? His friend, the puling
idiot from New Jersey, had seen fit to remark that
the American negroes —
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Mr. FIGGINS denied that he had spoken at all of
negroes. He was about to say, that at the slightest
behest of Europe " the American knee grows flexible
to bend."
Mr. JUGGLES wished it to be understood that he
was satisfied with his Honorable friend's explanation.
Be would take something with the Honorable Gentle
man immediately after adjournment.
Mr. CHUNKY (rep., New Hampshire) was anxious
to inquire whether it was true, as stated in the daily
papers, that General McDowell had been ordered to
imprison all the Union men within his lines on sus
picion of their being Secessionists, and place a guard
over the property of the Secessionists, on suspicion of
their being Union men ? If so, he would warn the
Administration that it was cherishing a viper which
would sting it :
The roso you deftly cull-cd, man,
May wound you with its thorn,
And—"
Mr. WADDLES (Union, Border State) protested
against the decency of a Constitutional body like
Congress being insulted with the infamous and se
ditious abolition doggerel just quoted by his friend,
the despicable incendiary from New Hampshire. We
were waging this war solely to put down treason, and
not to hear a rose, the fairest of flowers, mentioned in
the same breath with the filthy colored man—
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Mr. CHUNKY was sorry to observe that his Honor
able friend had misunderstood his language. The
line he had used was simply this :
" The rose you deftly cull-ed, man"
Mr. WADDLES was glad that his valued friend from
New Hampshire had apologized. He had only taken
exception to what he considered a fatal heresy.
That was enough for me; my boy, and I left the
hall of legislation ; for I sometimes become a little
wearied when I hear too much of one thing,, my boy.
I mentioned my impression to the Venerable Gam
mon., and says he :
" Congress is the soul of the nation. Congress/7
says the Venerable Gammon,, with fat benignity,, " is
something like a wheel, whose spokes tend to tire"
He said this remarkable thing in an overtowering
way, my boy, and I felt myself to be a crushed infant
before him.
Early in the week, I took my usual trip to Paris,
and found Company 3, Kegiment 5, Mackerel Brig
ade, making an advance from the further shore of
Duck Lake, for sanitary reasons. It was believed to
be detrimental to the health of the gay Mackerels to
be so near a body of pure water, my boy, for they
were not accustomed to the element.
" Thunder !" says the general, brushing off a small
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bit of ice that had adhered to his nose, " they'll be
drinking it next."
Captain Samyulo Sa-mith was ordered to command
the advance ; but when he heard that the Southern
Confederacy had two swivels over there, he was sud
denly taken very sick, and cultivated his bed-clothes.
When the news of the serious illness of this valiant
officer got abroad, my boy, there was an immediate
rush of free and enterprising civilian chaps to his bed
side.
One chap, who was an uncombed reporter for a
discriminating and affectionate daily press, took me
aside, and says he :
" Our paper has the largest circulation, and is the
best advertising mejum in the United States. As soon
as our brother-in-arms expires/' says the useful chap,
feelingly, "just fill up this printed form and send it
to me, and I will mention you in our paper as a prom
ising young man."
I took the printed form, my boy, which I was to fill
up, and found it to read thus :
" BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF THE LATE .
" This noble and famous officer, recently slain at
the head of his (I put the word 'bed' in this
blank, my boy), was born at - - on the — day of
, 1776, and entered West, Point in his — yoar.
He won immortal fame by his conduct in the Mexican
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campaign, and was created brigadier-general on the
— of , 1862."
These printed forms suit the case of any soldier, rny
boy ; but I didn't entirely fill this one up.
Samyule was conversing with the chaplain about
his Federal soul, when a tall, shabby chap made a
dash for the bedside, and says he to Samyule :
"Fm agent for the great American publishing
house of Kushem & Jinks, and desire to know if you
have anything that could be issued in book-form after
your lamented departure. We could make a hand
some 12mo book/' says the shabby chap, persuadingly,
" of your literary remains. .Works of a Union
Martyr — Eloquent Writings of a Hero — Should be
in every American Library — Take it home to your
wife — Twenty editions ordered in advance of publica
tion — Half-calf, $1. — Send in your orders."
Samyule looked thoughtfully at the publishing
chap, and says he :
" I never wrote anything in my life."
" Oh I" says the shabby chap, pleasantly, " any
thing will do — your early poems in the weekly jour
nals — anything."
"But," says Samyule, regretfully, " I never wrote
a line to a newspaper in all my life."
" What !" says the publishing chap, almost in a
shriek — " never wrote a line to a newspaper ? Gen-
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tleman," says the chap, looking toward us, suspic
iously, " this man can't be an American." And he
departed hastily.
Believing, my boy, that there would be no more
interruptions, Samyule went on dying ; but I was
called from his bedside by a long-haired chap from
New York. Says the chap to me :
" My name is Brown — Brown's Patent Hair-Dye,
25 cents a bottle. Of course," says the hirsute chap,
affably, " a monument will be erected to the memory
of our departed hero. An Italian marble shaft, stand
ing on a pedestal of four panels. Now," says the
hairy chap, insinuatingly, " I will give ten thousand
dollars to have my advertisement put on the panel
next to the name of the lamented deceased. We can
get up something neat and appropriate, thus :
_ ~ — 4.
WE MUST ALL DIE;
BUT
BROWN'S DYE IS THE BEST.
"There!" says the enterprising chap, smilingly,
" that would be very neat and moral, besides doing
much good to an American fellow-being."
I made no reply, my boy ; but I told Samyule
about it, and it excited him so that he regained his
health.
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"If I can't die/' says the lamented Samyule,
" without some advertising cuss's making money by
it, I'll defer my visit to glory until next season."
And he got well, my boy — he got well.
I was talking to the chaplain about Sarnyule's ill
ness, and says the chaplain :
" I am happy to say, my fellow-sinner, that when
our beloved Samyule was at the most dangerous crisis,
he gave the most convincing proof of realizing his
critical condition."
" How ?" says I, skeptically.
" Why," says the chaplain, with a Christian look,
" when I told our beloved Samyule that there could
be little hope of his recovery, and asked him if his
spiritual adviser could do anything to make his pas
sage easier, he pressed my hand fervently, and be
sought me to see that he was buried with a fan in
his hand."
Can it be, my boy, that the soul of a Mackerel will
need a fan in another world ? Let us meditate upon
this, my boy — let us meditate upon this !
Yours, seriously,
_ , ORPHEUS C. KERR.
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